Aging gracefully? It’s for wimps!
If e’er you rolled a ten-sided die during the 1980s, you were a candidate for the Cult of Maiden. (Although I’m pretty sure that by the time I got into Maiden for a couple years starting in sixth grade, any hysteria over their alleged satanism had mostly blown over. Certainly, my mom never ordered me to take my Seventh Son of a Seventh Son poster down.)
My review of Iron Maiden’s nostalgic-by-design Somewhere Back in Time tour is in today’s Paper of Record.