“I THINK PEOPLE DO EXPECT ME TO BE INVINCIBLE.”
THE WHOLE WORLD IS COMING APART at the seams. At least that’s the way it seems in Nashville this week. A T6 tornado tore the hell out of town just as the Coronavirus hit the Volunteer State. Even the President is in Music City today, surveying the damage from Marine Helicopter One, hovering above us as we step into a dark, downtown studio to meet with a local resident – DAVE MUSTAINE.
The Apocalypse’s first and second horsemen take a back seat, at least for the moment. Right now, we’re more concerned about Dave’s dog. Oblivious to its diminutive size, the long-haired Chihuahua descends upon us like some high-pitched Hound of Hell, menacingly baring his teeth and threatening to devour our very soul if we step any closer to his master.
“Easy, Romeo. Easy,” Dave says, reaching to save us from the snarling beast. We coil back, cautiously offering the back of our hand. Dave laughs gruffly. “Oh, no,” he says. “That doesn’t work with him.”
As the Megadeth frontman corrals his pup, it gives us a chance to check
