We went to E.'s car. I squished myself underneath a surfboard and lay flat in the backseat. He pulled out ... And Justice for All and played the second song, and there it was, in all its glory, the TSOL chick's dramatic fall. I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. Then, mercifully, I handed E. my Led Zeppelin CD. There was a moment of silence and then "In the Evening" kicked in. There are few pleasures in life as great as finally hearing a song that has been tugging at you for weeks. We all got into it — which in our San Francisco way meant that we just sat there.
Well, I thought, at least these guys were finally sharing an intimate moment with a woman. My work was done.