posted on Oct, 21 2014 @ 11:00 AM
a reply to: CardiffGiant
The thing with me, is that my mother used to sit in front of big old Technics speakers, with Led Zepp, Deep Purple, Status Quo, and others, blaring
out into the bump that was, in fact, little me sitting in her belly. Ever since I can remember, I have loved to rock out.
There was, however, a period between my birth in 1985, and my going to college to resit my exams at age sixteen, when I thought that the sort of
music I liked was dead, because all there was on the television was utter gack, like The Spice Girls, or bloody Oasis, or worse, one of those speed
garage acts involving a moron with a microphone and a moron with a mixing desk, pretending to be musicians.
It was only when I went to college and met other rockers of my age, that I discovered that there was indeed more out there, and once that had
happened, well... My horizons got themselves well and truly expanded. It was a great time to be me, because it was the first time I ever had a peer
group my own age, the first time I had a social circle of any scale, the first time in fact, that I fitted in, anywhere, even with the misfits!
I went to my first gig that year. I had never seen a live band before, aside from a couple of crappy acts at the Church Hall. I went to see Children
Of Bodom live at the Astoria (may the venue rest in peace) in London after hearing a tape that a mate of mine had swindled from someone or other. I
heard the tape, I bought the ticket. It was the most balls out thing I had ever seen.