True confession time, I was a big metal dork when I was in high school. I wish I could say my first concert was The Cure but no no, it was a double bill of Tesla and Great White.
Of course, as with any obsession I had in my teens, I grew tired of metal. It seemed dated and corny and passe. All things I didn't want to be as I slowly remade myself.
Over the course of the past few days, I been downloading all my fave music from my youth. (for free but don't tell anyone!) I've gotten a few from Voivod, an awesome awesome prog thrash unit. It sounds like a futuristic robot beating up a car. I got to meet the leader singer when I 18. I made a total fool out of myself. I kept shaking his hand and saying "OH MY GOD! I LOVE YR MUSIC! I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO SINCE I WAS 13!" And some Pantera, cause I like it mean and dirty like them. And lucky me I saw them twice before they disbanded. And a bittersweet favourite, Queensryche. My "friends" and I listened to them ad nauseum. My best memory is driving up the Northway in K's Firebird to Lake George. She must have been doing 80 and we had the stereo at full volume. And we all had our fave members of the band that we crushed on, we had teenaged fantasies of running away to Seattle, the city Queensryche is based in. I loved rhythm guitarist Michael Wilton. He waved in my general direction when I saw them at the Knick Area (now the Time Union Center).
I feel like I've divulged a very dirty secret...