While out driving in the car tonight, E-Roc and I started listening to Queensryche to get psyched up for seeing Geoff Tate this week in Charlotte. Now I know that Geoff Tate and Queensryche are two different entities, but as Weezer would say, "I don't care 'bout that!" All I know is that I loved Queensryche back in the day. They were my first hard-rock, metal show back in 1991 when I was barely 16 years old. I knew all the guys' names. I knew all the tunes. And the funny thing was, as big and cool as they were, I never have really known anyone else besides my husband and me that really liked them. Oh, well. Their loss. They were fucking awesome. And even though I loved Empire , I was really in love with Operation: Mindcrime . I think it was the first time my young brain was opened to such interesting ideas about government corruption, mind control, and the seedy underbelly of life: drug use, prostitution, assassination plots.