Music: "Detroit Rock City" - Forever Home

Robin Montagne


I get in my car, clamp the heels of my old-school Fila's three times and I'm suddenly whisked back to 1996. I am Dorothy of the Detroit Metal Scene, and the black-topped-pothole-filled-yellow-lined road leads me straight to The Detroit Pub. And I suddenly realize, the 30's Dorothy and I have something to agree on - there really is "No place like home."

Meanwhile, I drive through the packed parking lot at 8:45pm and a cyclone stirs in my soul because this is where I belong. Then, I open the heavy, clover-leafed door to stand in line and wait to pay cover. I talk with complete strangers to pass the time, but they are no ordinary strangers. They are part of my metal family. Although, we've never met they are like long-lost pals whose name my aging memory can't place. Once inside, there are bodies everywhere and barely enough room to walk 2 inches. Yet, I am unafraid because this is sanctuary.

Within moments, the supportive camaraderie of the old Detroit scene envelopes and shelters me with familiar faces I haven't seen or spoken to in over 10 years. Some of them, not since the original Ritz closed in the late 90s. Yet, it's like a family reunion where the only expectation is you. It's a laid-back community that picks up the falling drunk and says, "It's all good, Man."

Rock in the D & Friends 3/8/14 - (c) Angie Carleton

Then, adding to my Jager-induced delirium, Bad-Ass Glinda and her dragon ring send for three amazing metal bands creating continuous déjà vu moments and memories that will last until I reach senility. Making this night, the highlight of my year.

Raw Image 3/8/14 - (c) R. Montagne

HMR 3/8/14 - (c) R. Montagne

Crammed in back of the room, Raw Image seduces my soul as the band jams melodically while Eric Johnson's flawless vocals fill the ears of a packed house. Once HMR takes the stage, the engrossing heavy riffs and powerful showmanship complement the band's amazing talent.

Finally, Seventh Son hits the platform and I can feel the excitement and intensity in the overcrowded chamber. Especially, since this is the first show with new singer, Kelly Huff. As I scan several fans during the performance, I see hips shaking, hands clapping and bodies bumping. So, I know the crowd is more than intoxicated by their performance.

Seventh Son 3/8/14 - (c) R. Montagne

And even though, I didn't see Bruce, Adrian, Nicko and company on that stage, I can close my eyes and emphatically hear them.

I feel utterly, overjoyed and saddened as I say goodbye to my family, but confident that sometime soon I will find myself home once again.