|Matt & I at the shop|
Matt has been forcing METAL down my throat since the moment we met. I shove Cher in people's faces, but that's honestly because I want you to see how beautiful she is. Matt, however, believes that Heavy [80's] Metal is the answer to life. I am not of that thinking but he and I don't agree on a lot of things, and we get along swimmingly.
In six years, I've learned all the highlights of Iron Maiden. That Megadeth band members look like they're in a band. Symphony X is "musicians music". And that Rob Halford is The Man.
|This was near the beginning of my venture into local shows|
Didn't exactly get the horns down right.
Back to the story; Matt Berger has invited me to local metal shows and I have attended. Originally, I was never very excited about it because, well, metal. But after attending more than a dozen shows and getting to know people within the metal community, I have come to respect and appreciate what this style stands for.
Remember those kids in your high school, the ones who only wore metal band t-shirts, had their hair long and you were afraid of them? Yeah, there's nothing to be afraid of. Some people in the community are society's rejects but that doesn't make them bad people. Many are anti-establishment and almost all are friendly, sweet, cuddly teddy bears. Surprisingly, there are more gay metal heads than I ever anticipated. From band members to listeners, all the people I've come in contact with have been chill as fuck. I may have judged too quickly. Especially because most are cat lovers!!
|Judas Priest sans harness|
Metal is still not my favorite, nor will it ever be. I can now listen to it without becoming angry and I'll willingly put it on at the shop. But is it the type of music I can put on when I want to feel better about myself or wallow in my own self pity? Is it the type of music that makes me feel like a flaming homosexual? No. No it does not. Therein lies the crux of it all, it's just not fabulous enough. Sure, the LIVE experience is close to fabulous but nothing compares to the Diva standard I expect from my drag queen vocalists or Cher.
Next time you come in contact with a big man who looks like he just rolled off a party bus, be kind. Ask them if they've seen any shows lately, I can almost guarantee they've got a story to tell.