"Dude, is my face OK ? I think you melted it off."

Dewey Finn: God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, amen.

Two stages with face melting rock and gut busting drum solos, a lounge with acoustic music ... something for everyone in the youth group when we went to The Door. Fashion tip ... if you want to blend, wear black.

Rose, who usually isn't interested in anything to do with a youth group, was along for this trip. We started in the acoustic lounge but when the other bands started up you could hear high voltage rock coming from outside. She said, "Every time the door opens it sound like two dogs fighting. I'm gonna like it." She was serious. And she was right, she did like it. They all did.

For my part, I had a really great time watching the kids. I have never seen so much black clothing and swatches of dyed and spiked hair in my life ... but they were all having a great time, in their disaffected way. My favorite band was the most original ... ska with a horn section (way to make all that band practice pay off, guys). Kind of a Green Day meets a marching band thing going on and it all wound up having a touch of Caribbean flavor.

It's a great idea and I salute the guy who made this happen. Every kid who went really liked it and the club was very discreetly run in a safe way. Every room had several people who were keeping an eye on things. When one band forgot where they were and let a bad word slip, they got a definite Look from Management which led to an immediate apology, "Woah, uhhh, sorry man..." Same thing for talking about a cigarette break. A Look was given. "Not that we'd smoke man. That is definitely uncool," stammered the unfortunate culprit.

I'd have no qualms about dropping Rose and a group of trustworthy friends off for an evening and picking them up later. It was worth a little face melting to find such a great place.