10:54pm: It's always important to remember your roots
I just got done watching the movie Anvil! The Story of Anvil, and it was refreshing. It was possibly one of the best movies I've ever seen, and really gave me hope.
These dudes were in their 50s and they were living their dreams that they had been fighting for since they were 14. It gives me hope. Granted, I don't want my validation to come in 30 years, but it's nice that these guys never gave up.
It also reminded me of where my take on music and my style and sound came from. My formidable years of guitar/bass playing were spent studying Metallica, Black Sabbath, Pantera, Slayer, and the like. Of course I write terribly Robert Smith-influenced indie shoegaze babble, but with massive, steel-clad balls. I think in every project I've ever worked on, from the UBA days (with and without Pip) to Skunky Johnson/Black Wax Midget, to The Ramonalisas, all very different stylistically, I brought this air of hard rock with me.
It's weird to think about, but it makes total sense. Rock makes me feel alive. A great riff is the second best thing ever (in true rock fashion, sex is number one), and I can't help but bang my head a little when I hear the slightest bit of a pulse of a distorted, palm-muted guitar. Even when they do it in Pop I smirk. Hell... especially then.
Anyways... I will never be ashamed of my metal head roots. I guess I was just reminded of the power that rock music has and how fucking awesome it can be.
Current Mood: 
pensive
Current Music: "Balls To The Wall" by Accept
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