Angels and Fuselage

See, now what did I say about the fallacy of first impressions? I have this pal Scott, who is a heavy metal kind of guy, that is to say, a thinking man's metal head, and upon reading my evisceration of "Southern Rock Opera" responded that the album was in fact worthwhile, particularly the last song on disc 2, "Angels and Fuselage."

Now listening to this song is kind of like skipping ahead to the last chapter of Harry Potter, book 7, and finding out that Voldemort is really Harry's dad, cause it's the part of the Lynard Skynard story where the plane goes down, in other words, the End, capital E. In listening to this song with renewed ears, I have skipped the rise and plateau of our heroes, and all of their boot-scootin' tour bus hijinx and bar brawls and slo-mo swan dives into Thunderbird whiskey barrels, arriving just in time for their last mortal reflection on the price of fame as the jet engines cut out. And so I guess I mean to say I haven't really paid my dues, and will likely still dislike this album on the whole.

But Scott's right. Angels and Fuselage gave me chills too. Mea culpa, my friend.