I was ten years old on a camping trip around the Delaware Water Gap in Pennsylvania. It was drizzling and cold. There was a group of fourteen year-olds camped nearby. They were listening to music that drew me through the bare trees towards the smoky campsite. The closer I got the scarier the music sounded, and the more I had to know about it. I walked up to the lank haired burnouts who were sitting around a wooden picnic table with a big silver boom... (read more)
