Metal = Beauty

moshpit11The conversation that inspired today’s rant went as follows: Me: “I wanna write about Slipknot today.” Friend: “Why don’t you write about Beauty. Something that you don’t usually write about. You just wanna write about metal bands.” Me: “Bitch – metal is beauty!” Friend: “No id id’nt!” We then proceeded to beat the crap out of each other whilst all of our co-workers cheered us on. I mean…I wish that we had beaten the crap out of each other whilst all of our co-workers cheered us on. Or even better, cheered me on. A crazy bitch fight would have made my boring-ass of a day at work a little more interesting. Anyway, that conversation inspired two thoughts (it happens occasionally). 1. I wish I could be Tyler Durden (but still a girl) and 2. How relative the notion of beauty actually is.

Let me explain the paradox of ‘metal equals beauty’ by making reference to my faithful friend, Mr Google Dictionary, from which I have sourced a most appropriate definition: Beauty is “the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).” The sound of metal (Symphonic metal, Power metal, Christian metal, Gothic metal, Groove metal, Metalcore, Nu metal, Alternative metal and sometimes Rap metal) most certainly provides me with ‘intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind’. Yay. Point proven. Eezy-peezy. But I want to elaborate.

So what quality in metal makes it so beautiful to me? Nothing makes me want to party harder, sing louder and nothing inspires me more than the beautiful honesty of metal. Metal shows life for what it is. At times violent, unpredictable and pretty much fucked up. Sometimes melancholy is all consuming and at other times life is filled with romance, peace and euphoria (all at once of course). Metal provokes me to passion and lunacy. It makes me feel alive. And I love to live. There is nothing better than spending an evening in a sea of sweating screaming people all pushing moshing and head-banging… experiencing the mania of metal. That’s what life is about. For me at least.