I am a closet metal fan.
– Jon Gries
Yup, that’s me too. I especially worry about “real” fans finding out for some reason. I mean, this scene here is me but with Metal Music (and its fans):
Seriously, I don’t know how much more of a lame, straight, married with kids suburbanite white guy I could be. Perhaps if I only ate white bread and rice and wore pastel polo shirts.
As many troubled, socially rejected teens I embraced Heavy Metal. It was an outlet for a lot of aggression and anger. Instead of getting into fights, I blasted Metallica.
Fast forward almost 20 years. I was re-introduced to Metal. It began with Doom stuff, like Candlemass and Saint Vitus. This has led me down a crazy path and now I happily listen to stuff by bands like this:
Strange how I skipped over groups like Slayer and Pantera and jumped right into seriously hard stuff like Watain, Celtic Frost (well their non-glam/hair stuff, LOL) and even an all-woman Black Metal band called Astarte. Going back to stuff like Slayer and Pantera has been weird (I used to think that they were SO HEAVY).
Anyway, the point of this post is not to impress (hahaha) but to express my shame: I’m a crappy Metal fan.
I don’t have long hair. I live in the Suburbs. I don’t go to concerts. I don’t do anything to live the “lifestyle”. I’m a nerdy white guy who secretly listens to Dimmu Borgir and Cradle of Filth while I think that no-one is looking.
Ah that feels better. Carry on.