Photos By: Travis Tutwiler
The other night, I saw a very pretty woman I once knew. No, not in that way ya perverts! Her name is Amethyst (not really; I allowed myself some literary license to protect the innocent, but it’s close). Upon learning her name all those years ago, I asked her about it and she replied with a giggle that her parents were hippies. She was forty at the time. Hmm… Anyway there she stood, decked out in her trashy chic, not quite fashion-forward, yet clingy and plunging sort of way, rockin’ a pin-striped fedora atop her age-inappropriate pigtails looking vulnerable and wistful, perhaps considering the hosts of days gone by. She wolfed her second hot-dog, while simultaneously smoking a cigarette, unaware of the small relish stain resting upon her gently trembling chin. This has nothing to do with the concert I intend to write about, but I thought it worth mentioning. Anything for you, Dear Reader.
I made my initial visit to Dallas’ The Bomb Factory that night for a little metal goodness, courtesy of Tremonti and Trivium; two bands I still consider young guns, even though they are anything but. Mark Tremonti of course is an alumnus of erstwhile radio-friendly rockers Creed and currently of a member of Alter Bridge, which to paraphrase The King is the band Creed should have been. Trivium, for its part has an absolutely killer new album out; perhaps the band’s best and I couldn’t wait to see and hear those songs performed live. Ultimately, I didn’t get to; so unfair. You see Dear Reader, I sacrificed seeing Trivium for the possibility of saying hello to Mark Tremonti. No regrets.