Meeting childhood heroes.

I remember, as a little kid, sneaking into my big brother's room to borrow some music. Little did I know, the cassette tape I would randomly snag would have such a profound affect on me. Then, years later I would go on to pick up the bass guitar just so I could join an Idaho garage band that played Metallica covers. Then, years later, I would go make a commercial with the band. I tried my best to contain my excitement. I think I failed.