So it's been a long week for me. A lot of things have come to pass. And a lot of things have ran through my head about it all.

I've decided I'm not going to use this blog so much to write advice to people or simply write to get attention from anyone, but whoever reads my words, if you gather inspiration and a good laugh from it, your welcome.

But just to throw one last message out there for a while, I'd like to throw out something that has been on my mind.

As we all learn, life isn't glamorous for all of us, if any of us at all, especially not mine, not even now. What I write on this page will never just be for me. It's for you too, the one who is looking for some kind of understanding. The one who is looking for some kind of escape from your dark reality.

You live a life of bills, thrills, deceit, and at least a touch of success of some kind. Some of you wake up wondering what today will bring your way. And some of you wake up already knowing what it has in store. Some of you look forward to it, and some of you just want to avoid it at any cost. But we all know what must come will, if not now, sooner or later it will, and you'll have to face it anyway.

I've lived my life believing in the balance between the worse things in life and the better, how every good time will cost a bad, how every smile will cost a tear, and every bright sunny day will cost a foggy miserable winter. For some of us the balance shows apparently, for others it seems hidden, as if it doesn't even exist, and probably never will. I won't sit here and tell you that it does. It is for you to decide to see it yourself.

I just want you to know that even though I have never met you, or know you in person, I understand how it feels to have to face those dark moments where reality peeks its miserable face out of the shadow and looks you strait in the eyes, and no matter where you turn, you just know you wont escape it. I wonder how many of you think of the fact that what experience of life it gives you will be worth more than you might imagine. How many of you think about that one day when a good friend of your's will be confronted by that very same face and wont know what to say to it, or how to react to it, but you'll be there beside them to let them know that it's going to be okay, how how much it will mean to them when you do. Just something to think about.




Unfortunately, I've been pretty busy recently so I haven't been very able to post on here as much as I'd like. But it's alright, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be around to read your posts, comment where I can, and write those few and far between entries to let you know whats going on, or if I find some interesting news or perceptions to relay. Whether you comment them or not, it doesn't really matter to me, but if the entries themselves matter to you, then I'm happy that it does.

Although my identity with this account will remain anonymous, I figured I would give you a little background about myself so you will have a little idea of what kind of person I am.

I was born and raised in Detroit. My parents had me right after they were married and then divorced when I was 5. I am an only child. My father died of heart disease when I was 10. My mother ended up raising me until I was 19. We ended up living extremely poor for years, a couple times in a car. Right before my 20th birthday, I moved out and moved in with my g/f, whom I'm still with today.

I picked up a guitar at the age of 11 and it quickly became my biggest passion. I have been in 2 bands, one of which toured internationally. The band ended up splitting a couple years ago for a few different reasons of which I am not of liberty to mention. During the time we were together I had taken up drugs such as pot, psychedelics (lsd, shrooms, etc), coke, and even heroin. Soon before the band split up, I went into rehab, became clean and married the love of my life (the g/f I moved in with at age 19. We now have a 3 year old daughter together.

Right now I work as a producer at a recording studio in Texas, but on my free time I read books on natural science, religion, and world history, and play with lots of graphic art. I am currently working on an auto-biography in which I hope to finish by 2010.

I came to Xanga a few years back to become introduced to blogging. Some time ago, I abandoned my old blog, but recently came back under this account to help certain readers with their griefs about life. Xanga was my first blog and I plan on it being my last.

Yes, yes, I know how bland some of my entries here are (I'm not the best at blogging, I'm naturally much more of a formal writer), but I'm slowly learning to loosen the chains on my writing methods so you can actually enjoy them more than think to yourself  "okay, old news here, where's the fun part!?" Keep the faith my friends, its on its way...

The 80's was known for its glam-rock, hairspray craze, and lust-pop. It seemed to sing all about the things that bands like Poison and Def Leppard seemed to write about, sugar coating the world with sex and love to distract attention away from how wounded the country was becoming.



But in many people's eyes, it played out, and fast. Although the fanbase of these bands had their stubborn loyaltists wanting to escape the dark reality in which the world was emerging deeper into, much of them got over it quickly when they began noticing a rumble in the distance. It was a roaring sound so direct, definate and truthful with messages that the people not only wanted to be voiced, but needed to be voiced. They would not be dragged around by "pour some sugar on me" or "unskinny bop's" anymore.


Emerging from the crowd of motley, dolled up flamboyance came who were known as the Four Horsemen: Metallica, one of the most influential artists of all time. Throughout the early time period, Metallica reigned through the underground, drowned out by the media's blanket of Poison, Motlely Crue, Stryper, Dokken, Winger, White Snake, and Cinderella. But as the media soon began to realize, this blacket was slowly burning to ash upon the growing sound of new-wave metal in which Metallica had introduced to America.

Instead of the usual prancing messages of love and sex, Metallica directed their attention on more important matters such as the hypocracy of religion, the abuse of drugs, and corruption of the government. Thier voice quickly grew powerful, intimidating, and defiant toward the society that so many people felt screwed over by.


Along with their lyrical messages was a revolution in the musical sound of metal. With each coming installment came a mutation and balance in melodic intricacy and bone crushing overdrive without pushing it over the top. The tunes were catchy, dynamic, and very responsive.

The historical legend that was Metallica is one known by the world over. Yet sadly history is all this band will ever know after the death of their bassist and mentor, Cliff Burton in 1986, and the exploitation and watering down of their talents through their later hired producer, Bob Rock through and after the 1991 "black" album.

It's hard to say if Metallica may be technically considered the "best" band of all time, after rehab showing their obvious dependancy for which their sound was so heavily based on. Yet even today, the experience Metallica gave the world throughout this era will remain timeless.

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