A different kind of meditation...

Metal. Heavy, in your face, bad ass heavy metal.
I watched a great documentary last night about the history of metal, and am well inspired today. It occurred to me that my metal collection isn't quite up to scratch... not enough Sabbath/Ozzy/Dio to begin with.

I was thinking about the music I listened to when I was a teen. I used to put myself to sleep every night for a long time listening to "And Justice For All" by Metallica.
I actually found it to be soothing. Even now when I listen to that album, there is something very comforting about it. I am instantly in a better mood. I automatically begin roaring the lyrics to "Blackened" like most folks would sing to "Love Shack" by the B52s. It just puts me in a good place. OK, even to me, this is a little bizarre. With lyrics saying "Colour our world blackened, blackened!", you'd think it would lead one to a darker kind of mood. Nope. Not me. I respond usually by saying something like "Fucking YEAH!!!" or just plain old "Woohoooo!!!".

Anyway, I have a bit of a quest happening right now to replace the albums I have lost over the years. And there are a lot. A shitload of 70s metal to begin with.
And I think I'll make it my music of choice for my exercise routine at home.
Don't get me wrong, I DO LOVE my techno/dance/club/house or whatever you want to call it, which is the usual choice for exercise. But there is something about metal that lifts my energy, reminds me of my own strength and my own kick ass can do anything attitude.

Music is such a fine vehicle for getting us to places (in our heads) that we want to go. Viva la Musica!!!!

Peace.