Last night R and I, along with his (now our) long-time friend T went to see Slayer at the Hammerstein ballroom in NYC.

Now, I was never really a metal chick back in the 80s--more of a punk-wannabe, really--but my sister was into Slayer, Megadeath, Metallica and their ilk big time, so I spent many an afternoon and evening listening to the pounding tracks send our bedroom walls reeling.

Still.

Last night was truly awesome.

Not quite as cool as The Sword and Stinking Lizaveta Williamsburg show of December 30, but still worth treking out into snow-beleagured Manhattan.

Because here's the thing: those fast-paced violent beats send vibrations all through your body. Just as much as a physical experience as an auditory one.