Dream Theatre. Wank, wank, wank.

[Finch Platte]

nine ninety nine... nine ninety nine... the whisper came from an endcap at Tower this morning. I looked over, and there were a couple of Dream Theatre DVDs beckoning, a bright $9.99 sticker shining in the corners.

Hmmm. Live. The final performance of "Scenes From A Memory," whatever that is. I had vague recollections of hearing a couple of DT songs, so I knew they were a bit prog, so that and the price bit me.

*wank* "Great" players (Portnoy on drums is a powerhouse), but golly, they *wank* could have spent a little more money on the singer. He's nowhere near the par of the players. He's got great hair, though *wank*. Some pretty cheesy video effects are included at no extra charge.

I'll give it a few more listens. Maybe I'll get one of those 'Vocal Eliminators' you see in the back of Rolling Stone.

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