Metal is the beast that will not die. The impact of the one is never forgotten and as long as I breathe I will continue to celebrate the music that has given us life!
Life, Death and Metal are three words that have recently taken on more meaning in my life.
When we’re young, death is nothing more than a concept. We knowingly defy it, unaware that age will force a crushing respect upon us. Eventually, we reach a point of sorrowful reflection, cherishing the representations of what we lost. Hoping our emulations will impact those who matter before we ourselves succumb.
I am first to admit that metal has been the key to my success. I consider myself lucky to have grown up with it. Music is the friend that’s always been there, unconditionally accepting. It’s kept me from committing suicide and dissuaded me from acts of violence. A countermeasure that has literally kept my life in check. Helping me through numerous break-ups and the loss of more friends than I care to admit.
Not too long ago, I came to the realization that I will always support metal. People need it. I need it and I will do everything in my power to make sure it’s heard. The scene has shown me this is a selfless style of music that is played for the simple love of the genre. It is respected all the way back to the pioneers who brought the first message to the forefront. This is a counter-culture with a code of black and a sign followers have universally known.
Time has taught me music can define existence. I used to think metal was a fad for younger generations but now I realize it’s a way of life no matter what your age. When I think about the artists I know, who have devoted themselves to this genre, I feel honored. They make the escape I covet happen. Without them, there isn’t a scene.
Life has no guarantees, our time here is limited. As I get older I realize it more and more. Fallen warriors reaching for a ‘Heavy Metal Valhalla’ but I’d like to think for every soldier we lose another is born. I see the young faces at the concerts I attend. The awestruck look of those who’ve realized they have finally found a home.
Metal is the beast that will not die. The impact of the one is never forgotten and as long as I breathe I will continue to celebrate the music that has given us life! \m/