Lately there's been a lot of brawling and ball breaking on this board.
I've been very involved with that. I know fighting is wrong.
And there's been lots of talk about 'old school' this and 'old school' that.
Someone on this board said that I am very passionate about my metal
and I am. It's because of how Old School Metalheads like me are wired.
Stun said that I am a product of my enviornment and it's not likely that
change will come easy to me. And he's right.
When I was 14, Life was a bitter confusing mess of shit. My parents
were full of shit and didn't understand, the school was full of shit,
the Catholic Church was full of shit, the Government was full of shit,
teenagers like me didn't know who to turn to, we didn't understand
much and I was lost and I confused and I was alienated and I was
deeply introverted. I had no voice. I had no identity. It was very lonely.
And then I found metal. Finally I found something to believe in,
something that spoke to me, something to live for.
I was rescued. I was saved. I was free. I had hope. There was
happiness, and there was love. Metal was my
religion-my altar-my temple-my church-my brotherhood. The songs
were more than sounds,echoes and reverbations in the air, the songs
were lifeblood. Metal was my heart, my soul, my bones, my air.
We lived and breathed Metal from the posters on my wall, to the
CD Collection I very proudly had, to the shirts on my back. I lived
for shows. It was very hardcore. It was all I had going and all I had
to look forward to. I loved Metal like I would love my kids or my
puppy dogs. Old School Metalheads like me are very protective of
our metal. I don't care who likes it or not, big fucking whoop, but
trash talking it is like spitting on my shoes. Like shit talking my family.
Our Bay Area Metal is the best metal, everyone else's metal sucks.
And if we don't like your metal, we'll tell you so. I remember the most
vivid example of this was seeing Kreator/Morgoth/Blitspheer at the Stone
in 1991. Kreator was on the Coma Of Souls Tour and Morgoth was
gettin good buzz cause they were one of the best most baddest ass
Death Metal bands out there. Blitspheer was unknown. They opened.
They were this NY kind of thing, greasy white trash style with skulls
and chrome exhaust pipes and black&white checker racing flags on
their logo. The music wasn't that good.
2 songs into their set the crowd started booing. They did suck ass.
And the crowd was yelling "you suck" "fuck you" "get off the stage"
and giving middle fingers, and eventually throwing empty plastic cups
at the stage. At the end of their set the drummer threw a stick out
and someone actually threw it back. The bay area metalheads didnt
like it and made that known. We take our metal very seriously.
That's how we were. The Bay Area Metal bands were/are more
than just bands. Those are our friends, our metal brothers, our
gang, our hometown heroes. It's special. It's sacred. It's Holy.
This is our lives, this is our world, this is our existance and that will
be respected. period.
You may not like it, you may think it's silly,
but we're not you and you are not us and you may not have been
there. We will not apologize for how we behave or how we talk.
That's our metal and we love it with Pride and Passion and it's a
part of who we are and we wouldn't be who we are without our
metal. Some of us owe our lives to our metal. Some of us didn't make
it through the night sometimes without our metal. Life sucks. Metal
Rules. We belong to it.
Truth be told. Maybe this helps you understand us.
I'm not the only one. There are many like me.
\m/ \m/ \m/ \m/
OFFICER NICE
I've been very involved with that. I know fighting is wrong.
And there's been lots of talk about 'old school' this and 'old school' that.
Someone on this board said that I am very passionate about my metal
and I am. It's because of how Old School Metalheads like me are wired.
Stun said that I am a product of my enviornment and it's not likely that
change will come easy to me. And he's right.
When I was 14, Life was a bitter confusing mess of shit. My parents
were full of shit and didn't understand, the school was full of shit,
the Catholic Church was full of shit, the Government was full of shit,
teenagers like me didn't know who to turn to, we didn't understand
much and I was lost and I confused and I was alienated and I was
deeply introverted. I had no voice. I had no identity. It was very lonely.
And then I found metal. Finally I found something to believe in,
something that spoke to me, something to live for.
I was rescued. I was saved. I was free. I had hope. There was
happiness, and there was love. Metal was my
religion-my altar-my temple-my church-my brotherhood. The songs
were more than sounds,echoes and reverbations in the air, the songs
were lifeblood. Metal was my heart, my soul, my bones, my air.
We lived and breathed Metal from the posters on my wall, to the
CD Collection I very proudly had, to the shirts on my back. I lived
for shows. It was very hardcore. It was all I had going and all I had
to look forward to. I loved Metal like I would love my kids or my
puppy dogs. Old School Metalheads like me are very protective of
our metal. I don't care who likes it or not, big fucking whoop, but
trash talking it is like spitting on my shoes. Like shit talking my family.
Our Bay Area Metal is the best metal, everyone else's metal sucks.
And if we don't like your metal, we'll tell you so. I remember the most
vivid example of this was seeing Kreator/Morgoth/Blitspheer at the Stone
in 1991. Kreator was on the Coma Of Souls Tour and Morgoth was
gettin good buzz cause they were one of the best most baddest ass
Death Metal bands out there. Blitspheer was unknown. They opened.
They were this NY kind of thing, greasy white trash style with skulls
and chrome exhaust pipes and black&white checker racing flags on
their logo. The music wasn't that good.
2 songs into their set the crowd started booing. They did suck ass.
And the crowd was yelling "you suck" "fuck you" "get off the stage"
and giving middle fingers, and eventually throwing empty plastic cups
at the stage. At the end of their set the drummer threw a stick out
and someone actually threw it back. The bay area metalheads didnt
like it and made that known. We take our metal very seriously.
That's how we were. The Bay Area Metal bands were/are more
than just bands. Those are our friends, our metal brothers, our
gang, our hometown heroes. It's special. It's sacred. It's Holy.
This is our lives, this is our world, this is our existance and that will
be respected. period.
You may not like it, you may think it's silly,
but we're not you and you are not us and you may not have been
there. We will not apologize for how we behave or how we talk.
That's our metal and we love it with Pride and Passion and it's a
part of who we are and we wouldn't be who we are without our
metal. Some of us owe our lives to our metal. Some of us didn't make
it through the night sometimes without our metal. Life sucks. Metal
Rules. We belong to it.
Truth be told. Maybe this helps you understand us.
I'm not the only one. There are many like me.
\m/ \m/ \m/ \m/
OFFICER NICE
