Good day, humans.
Rob here; right. Introductions. Hm.
Let’s just get the awkward truth out in the open: I’ve never really
blogged before. I wrote a few entries on
behalf of my band on our MySpace page about three years ago, no-one cared,
MySpace died, I stopped. Despite this, I’ve become more and more interested in
writing over the last few years. I’ve had a lifelong passion for writing; when
I was really little, I even used to write “books”, which were no more than a
couple of words on each page, followed by a massive picture, but it was a
start. As time has gone on, I’d like to think my ability has improved along
with my credibility as a writer. At the moment I’m writing my first full-length
story (currently at around 95,000 words and no half-page scribbles of crayon
and pencil).
But more relevant
to this blog, I’ve become increasingly interested in heavier music. I’ve always
been a bit alternative to the norm as far as my music taste goes. When I was
eight years old and the rest of my primary school class was listening to Eminem
and Usher, I was listening to (yes, I know it’s not metal) Green Day, proudly
wearing what was one of my first pieces of band merch: a Green Day t-shirt.
But things began
to change when I was around ten years old. I more-or-less went through my fifth
year at primary school listening to Green Day, giggling every time Billie-Joe
swore and glancing nervously around, hoping my parents hadn’t heard the “when
masturbation’s lost its fun” line in ‘Longview’. I can remember , it was a
Wednesday night in midwinter. My best mate, Hamish Jackson (guitarist in my
band now) and I were on our way to one of our bi-weekly swimming classes.
Hamish produced
from under one of the seats on his parents’ battered old Volvo a battered and
cracked CD case. It was missing the insert, but clearly written on the bare CD
was “The Best Air Guitar Album In The World…Ever!”
‘Mum, play the
song!’ He said.
After an
indecisive exchange with his mother, she
eventually found the song he was after, and what a song it was! Metallica’s
‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ tore through the car as Hamish and I began
instinctively air-shredding. It was only a few weeks before I had badgered my
parents into buying me every existing Metallica album.
The obsession
hasn’t stopped since. Now I own albums that cover most of the metal genres:
thrash metal, death metal, melodic-death metal, black metal, blackened-death
metal, technical metal, power metal, folk metal, doom metal, the list goes on.
I’ve a love for heavy metal and have happily spent many an hour strumming away
at my own various guitars for the past eight years, playing along with anything
from Iron Maiden to Mayhem.
What am I
planning on doing with this blog? Well, at the moment I intend to use it
basically for reviews. Though any important metal gossip (and it will have to
be important, I can’t stand celebrities) that may come about will be presented
here, and I’ll try to offer my own opinion on whatever may be current in the
metal world.
Keep safe, be well.
Rob
Have some Insomnium, for the road. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZmK2ZWBxQc
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