I grew up in a tiny town on the east coast of New Zealand. My working-class parents toiled hard to give us everything we needed and wanted. I was bullied in school. I moved away to uni, got a degree and a job making Braille books for blind people. I met a dude and married him. I like writing, hanging out with my friends, dressing up, listening to music and eating chocolate.
Boy howdy, do I sound like a ridiculously boring person? Why are you even reading the blog of such a hopeless sod? Are you hanging out for my fashion editorial on grey cardigans or my thrilling exposé on the dangers of self-locking door-handles?
Sorry to disappoint. Fuck grey cardigans. I’m heavy fucking metal.
I live heavy metal; I eat, sleep and drink heavy metal. I write metal, dress metal, and on my weekends, I bang my head to metal. If you were to look up metal in an illustrated dictionary, you’d see a photograph of me kissing Lemmy on his warty cheek.
There are plenty of blogs online about metal music, but they’re only telling half the story. For people like me, my husband, and our friends, metal is more than music – its part of who we are.
You could compare me to hip hop and the ‘thug’ lifestyle, except I swear less and dress better, or emos and their, ‘Everyone-hates-me-lets-all-shop-at-hot-topic-and-cry-ourselves-to-sleep’, except … wait, no. Don’t ever compare me to an emo.
So what exactly is the heavy metal lifestyle? Well, I’m writing this blog to discuss that very thing. Metal means different things to different people – I’m not the authority on what is or isn’t metal. Most of the time, you’ll probably find me all too positive and huggy to be considered adequately metal. That’s fine. I don’t personally believe that metal and hugs are disparate entities.
To me, living metal is waking up each morning with a song on your lips and a blastbeat in your heart. Heavy metal is not music that sits in the background – and neither should you. To be metal is to be a person who stands for something, no matter how inane, stupid or dorky it seems to other people. Be true to yourself. Be the beast that cannot die.
So even though not everything I talk about on this blog may seem to be strictly metal (I also love Snoopy and the GIlmore Girls and the aforementioned hugs), rest assured everything you read here is written in the spirit of heavy metal.
Super Snuggles and Shoggoth Kisses