I : Heavy Metal and Why It's Awesome

You know why you're here!

Okay, maybe you don't. But in the event that you do, it's because you appreciate the might and majesty of metal! (I bet that tasty bit of alliteration just made every English major reading this squirm in delight.) If you and metal don't get along, I'd be inclined to question what the hell you were doing reading this, but the fact that you are reading it means that someone, somewhere is validating my blogging, and that's awesome, so I'll try to not scare you away with my pointy, pointy logic.

But in any case, if you do play nice with heavy metal, that makes you just a little bit superior to everyone else. Do you know why? Because at its titanium core, metal is driven by passion.

That fire in your belly that acts up whenever you get pushed down? That little pulse from your Id that whispers "killlllllllll....." in your ear when someone else gets what you want? That desire to not be held down, to control your own life? That, my friend, is the feeling of passion. Not the lovey-dovey, "my heart burns for you eternally" kind of passion, or the "lets fuck right now" kind of passion. Not the kind of passion you find in Latina pop-stars with hips that are apparently quite honest.

I mean the passion that engulfs all that is before it, leaving nothing left but followers to its cause and the ashes of those who dared to oppose it. I speak of METAL.

Whether you're raising your fist in the air, annihilating someone in a particularly violent mosh-pit, banging your head, or just using metal to drown out the frustrations of your life, you're doing something passionate. You're allowing some part of you to still feel, and in a world where everyone is dying from the inside, its nice to feel alive. That's why metal is so awesome, and that is exactly why I've decided to dedicate this blog to spreading the glorious word of metal.

Viva la metal!