Now, let me tell you a story...This is going to sound really cliche, but my metal obsession all started with a boy. Lets call him... Ned. Yes Ned.
*Ahwww*
No.
I'm gonna stop you right there. Before your heart skips a couple of beats, and you get that fluttery faint feeling that I'm about to tell a romantic story of some sort.
No, this dude was a jerk.
But of course I couldn't see that, I was a oblivious, naive, 14 year old Jonas Brothers fan.
When I think back, I wonder, why the heck did I fall for him??
I was so stupid.
But that's what crushes are for, right?
Falling for someone, and then later in life thinking, that was so pointless.
Why was I such an idiot?
So, when he started talking to me, he said that he liked metal.
I wanted to impress this guy, I really really did.
So when I got home, I decided to look up some bands.
I kept the volume super low though, because I didn't want my family to catch me listening to metal.
So with my ear pressed up against the speaker for my computer, I listened to bands like, UnderOath, The Devil Wears Prada, and Haste The Day.
The crazy thing was, I didn't hate it. I actually really liked it.
I found myself drumming on the desk along to the songs.
So I wrote down the songs I liked, memorized the band names, and their most popular songs, and the next time I saw Ned, we talked metal.
And I loved it.
Something in me changed.
So when I got home, I listened to a band he told me to check out, Norma Jean. I listened to them, and I absolutely loved it. I listened to their CD Bless The Martyr Kiss The Child over and over and over. Until I could sing along with it somewhat. Then I decided to listen to the Jonas Brothers, I think maybe I missed them alittle bit.
But when I listened to it, I didn't like it so much.
I felt like their was something missing from their music.
And it wasn't the screaming.
It was missing the wholeness, and poetic lyrics of metal.
The lovely sounds all the instruments make when they play all heavy,
the feeling you get when a you hear a great breakdown.
It was all missing.
When I thought about it, metal lyrics actually mean something, (most of the time) The Jonas Brothers were singing about a girl that broke their heart or something.
Norma Jean was singing about how "Christ is not a fashion fleeting away..."
And I loved that.
So I turned around, and started tearing down all my posters of Joe.
The next day, I started listening to metal in front of my family.
They were shocked.
I think my dad had a party in his head or something, because he started burning me CD's of a Christian metal band from the late 80's, Believer.
And telling me about bands like Living Sacrifice and the Deftones.
I fell in love with metal.
Ned on the other hand, not so much.
I started to realize that he wasn't what I was looking for at all.
Thank God.
So here are some songs that started me out. (:
Trilogy Of Knowledge: Movement I, The Lie by Believer
The Perfect Night by Haste The Day
The Seventh Trumpet by August Burns Red
Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over by The Devil Wears Prada
Organized Beyond Recognition by Norma Jean
(Norma Jean seriously has some of the best lyrics I've ever heard)
Thanks!!
♥ABIGAILE
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