"HERE I COME, TACOMA!" There was no better visual metaphor for late-'80s hair metal's thoughtless excess than Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee and his preposterous, 360-degree-rotating drum rig, and no more gleeful experience than listening to Lee's peerlessly un-self-conscious narration while watching the thing tumble ("And in this fucking dream I had, man, I thought, FUCK, wouldn't it be cool to go just a little bit... TO THE RIGHT!!"). Taking place in Tacoma just makes it 20 times more hilarious, for whatever reason.
