1. Like James Hetfield, a dude too manly for you. He dwells in the deep dark suburbia of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, but occassionaly goes on expiditions to the wilderness of Upstate to kill bears with his bare hands. Pun intended. He is also known for making sweet, sweet rock, and drives a chariot. He is descended from the Greek Gods, but also has a streak of Odin somewhere in his blood since Vikings are so metal. His real name is too cool for you, and therefore he is known by his diminutive to the non-exclusive community: Mutsy.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)