Posted: 7/2/2010 1:51:04 PM EDT
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The Number of the Beast
Back in the mid 70's, when I was ~13 or so, I remember listening to various metal bands and thinking that, yes, it was good now, but in a few years I'd outgrow it and move on to adult music. I am nearly half a century old now, and while I enjoy a wide variety of musical genres, metal still hammers at my soul. Why? Brain damage? Fluoride in the water? I dunno. Maybe. Or perhaps metal opens a conduit to a primal archetype, that which stirs in all true men, a yearning for a clear path of good/evil, right/wrong, heaven/hell (with respects to the best metal voice of all time, Dio, RIP). If you can listen to Iron Maiden's Paschendale without being moved, then I will always be suspect of your humanity, sentience, integrity, and even personal hygiene. Up the Irons! |
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Altho not a huge fan of the number 666, I also must admit to having a love, bordering on fetish for metal.
Classic rock bores me. New "rock", meh. I've been listening to metal since Deep Purple and Black Sabbath and my taste for it has only gotten, shall we say, "more extreme"? I, too, am nearing the half friggin centruy mark and often wonder if I am at least somewhat mentally deranged for having a love for harder and edgier music than my grown children, whom range in age from 21 on up through 28 
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Yowza. Excellent. 
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