Sex, Drugs, and Orchestra
Aug. 11th, 2009 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehGreat article. I've carried the stigma of metal-head with me for the last 25 years, and through high school and college I was constantly defending my tastes to girlfriends and social circles...as I had a fairly easy time winning friends and dates, but always never quite feeling like like I belonged with the overly-social sort. I've been lucky that most people I've grown close to could look above the Slayer t-shirt and see that not everyone who touts a horror-image laden ode to metal is a complete goddamned nitwit or a burned-out astronaut.
And I've made the comparison to of metal music to string movements to that intelligent and gorgeous girl who out-classed me in tastes and style, but who nodded and understood when I'd play a Chuck Schuldiner instrumental and ask her to listen to it as if it were played on acoustic strings and the distortion was that feeling you get when you know you can never express your anger, frustration, anxiety, or angst.
My wife STILL doesn't understand, but she's cool with it.
Up the Irons.
And I've made the comparison to of metal music to string movements to that intelligent and gorgeous girl who out-classed me in tastes and style, but who nodded and understood when I'd play a Chuck Schuldiner instrumental and ask her to listen to it as if it were played on acoustic strings and the distortion was that feeling you get when you know you can never express your anger, frustration, anxiety, or angst.
My wife STILL doesn't understand, but she's cool with it.
Up the Irons.