I was actually enjoying this track until the "singer" started in. Just can't handle that I guess.

Oh, Carmageddon...
Anyway, I really prefer the version they made for the game over the original one...

If you don't like a certain type of music, that is perfectly fine, but if you're the type to be a total loud mouth about your opinion as if it was fact, shut the fuck up please.

I like metal, I also like hip-hop, electronic, hard rock, VGM and a few more I'm probably forgetting.

It's always good to try and keep an [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7rpoZE8X8Y]mind [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiknKLD7qFM]music!

I use music as a tool of sorts. It alters, promotes, or enhances specific mood. For any job one needs the proper tool. I'm sure you'd hate the wrench after using it overlong as a hammer. Just like I hate Metal (or whatever) when I'm not of the mood. Wrong tool for the job. Same with thought process.

My job for Metal Music is to vent my spleen of the frustration, anger and sometimes toutright rage I collect in life... such as keeping tabs on the fascists and those diverse groups resisting them. I RAGE against the machine which enslaves my people! Recently I've stepped up the level of Metal I use during vent sessions because my intensity has increased. I use some Metal Music I'd have no purpose for otherwise. Can't stand to listen to it except for specific purpose. It's pushy, invasive, hard to ignore, difficult to maintain a chosen state of mind.

But frustrations and feelings of powerlessness rage up to become a problem lest I vent. A problem for clarity of thought. For Balance. For perception. A problem for reactionary temper etc. To correct: I'll queue a song like this from Sepultura then loop this one to repeat (has a good beat for pacing flurries of strikes), then....

...attack an 80lb bag with Full-Tilt Bogey attitude. Fists feet, shoulder hip, elbow knee. Whatever it takes to keep the strikes constant and the bag under perpetual battering. I'll belly punch the bag sending it near lateral to deck; then rush it as it drops to position with a momentum backed shoulder drive, capitalizing the position with a short flurry of kidney strikes, before hipping the bag aside for enough space for a solid ribcage kneeing, followed by an overhead right palm to the forehead as I shift stance back to solid as the bag reacts. Then a quick step back to plant the opposite foot to the enemy midsection, then one step aside followed by an overhead right with momentum follows up for a drive style pounding to temple or collarbone. Leading to an under left, then a furious series of parallel left rights to jaw, head, and neck. And so on with variety, all as the positions merit. Intensity such that targeting is hyper. Varied and reactionary, and non-stop fury. Constant motion. Long sessions. Pushing to that exhaustion which cannot be ignored. And must eventually be obeyed as body utterly exhausts all resource. For sure. Learn the boundry, push it, extend.

End of session, during prolonged cooldown, my head clears back towards default. The spleen has been vented of much the anger and rage which had been building up to pollute my thinking. Leaving a void I can fill with my more common thoughts towards peace, patience, and balance. I either do this, or I trend towards depression. In depression I am weak, powerless and useless to even myself. Willingly baring my ass to the state for a screwing, while doing nothing for my fellows. Hope gets lost. Lie down and be harvested for some dicks mansion payment. I can't do that. Death via resistance is more natural than death under slavery due to apathy. I can't ignore the state of things as I see them. I won't rollover to be harvested by megacorp. So I choose this method of metal raging to keep on track and remain centered. Release the dumb ass, base violent response of my berserker like survival mechanism. Get it out my system so I can tap inot, without distraction, the deep careful think. Avoiding getting backed in a corner where the small and limited badger mind must take over. My metal madness sessions help temper me towards accuracy and control. To reset me in my core.

I see the fascists as approaching an end game. The stakes are big. It is for us to reclaim our governing before reaching a point where only internal war can set us free. "Whatever" right!?! I either preach to the choir here, or I spout nonsense to stagnated pinheads ever-ready to pass out tin foil hats. I fight. The metal helps balance the fight. My spleen gets vented of that which distracts and dilutes. Violence won't work here at this time. Nor will it work on the whole. Is just not an option. But these thoughts surfaces within me wherever it seems there is no more recourse left. So I identify this state of mind which constantly encroaches. Then I vent it out with agro music. Pursued to exhaustion. With clearer head I see more option beyond the badgers last stand. And I know the majority civilian is about nothing more than hand to mouth. Don't want to hurt them. They just seek continuance of a status quo that keeps them alive and minorly content. I respect that as their way. There is a bliss in it. Is not mine. They are neutral drone, their free thought partially lost to trust of an authority which cannot be trusted. Blah blah blah. These sessions with Heavier Metal help me gain perspective on my primitive response by allowing me to exorcise that which has no patience for big picture and middle think. I bleed out my Berserker response on a punching bag. It helps me get unstuck from that small minded, limited juvenile brain located at each or our brain stem.


On another note... High Intensity Bluegrass has it's own boon for me. Generally in labor I'm doing things not agitated by outside force (such as politics). But the nature of some work requires full-tilt Fury. Try attacking an old growth Himalayan Blackberry forest in a passive state. Good fucking luck. Bloody arms and pulled muscles are deeply felt when passive. But when your Full-Tilt in it 100%, these sensations of flesh ripped by thorn, and muscles stretched by strain, are minor sensation of no mind. Or splitting a few cords of fireword after a day of falling and bucking. Slam bam set up for the multi-srtike. Rest while chucking the split ones out your way. Then slam bam another series done. You rest while within your work and work non-stop till finish. For this I often utilize high intensity Bluegrass. And If I'm of a mood towards whining about "the hard working man getting screwed", I'll queue things like the Grateful Deads Cumberland Blues. Or just queue up any old Bluegrass with a high step beat. It helps keep the pacing up. High pace promotes momentum. Momentum is King! Try laboring with it and without, you'll see if you pay even a half mind to it.

Music has impact. Put to specified semi-focused purpose, music becomes impactful tool.



Oy, I get the feeling I'm a stray spouting a truth not realized by the pack. But I won't delete. This is me. Does this resonate with anyone? Or am an odd duck quacking oddly?

YEES! Why didn't you get more love for bringing that up! 'The Bishop and the Warlord' are my favorite light metal band!
I'm pretty sure Uulavs entire statement is based on power metal, since he's from Finland.

I am currently trying to find a connection between a badger and your spleen. Eh, yeah, you're sort of quacking oddly, especially at the part where you're murdering 80lb bag, but you obviously tried to push across more than 'every genre has it's purpose,' and I sincerely doubt it's your hatered of Himalayan Blackberry forests. I for one would really like to know what was it. So, if I might ask, could you elaborate to us, who are not sufficiently intelligent / drugged?

(yes, I am sort of making fun of you. I'm sorry, but reading your post was an interesting experience :D)

I have no idea what you have just written, or indeed if it's just sarcastic. Either way, you'd do well writing for the Washington Post.

This.



OP, if you dont like it, fine, just go listen to Justin Bieber, no one gives a damn fuck, but dont come out here making your opinion seem like the absolute truth. Everyone has different tastes for music, and you have to respect that. I hate rap, but i dont go out spreading shit like "rap sucks, i find it stupid" bercause im not retarded. I dont like it, it isnt my taste for music. But there are those who like it and i respect that.

It definitely resonates with me, but in a different way. I might give it a try to write down my thoughts regarding music, if you are interested, but not tonight. It's almost midnight here and it would take me all night to write it.

Are you 12?

Then don't listen to anything new, go listen to some Rush or Zepplin. Nothing dark and dreary about them.