I can't imagine that too many will actually see these words, but if you are looking at them now, then you are probably as out there as I am. I see no point in bothering with details about myself; based on my sample data of reactions from the real world, my life resume will do little to impress.
Let's cut to the chase; I'm into a lot of stuff that my friends could care less about, so I need some sort of outlet for all that. As you may have deduced, this is that outlet.
It's my fault that many of the things I enjoy are things my friends don't care about. I'm sure it's a personality trait, or something in my subconscious, to seek out and venture down new paths, with zero concern if anyone is with me when I go. But it's done well to work against me, now that I'm a little older. I have a better grasp on my need for social interaction. I guess this is my pathetic attempt at filling that void.
Regarding the subject matter of this blog as a whole (not just this post), I bring you this analogy:
In the early 90s, the hardcore punk scene was a mess. Guys from bands in the scene were getting older, and growing tired of screaming into a microphone at kids who could care less about them, or the scene in general. The scene became conformity under the guise of non-conformity. "Come be one of us. Here you can do whatever you want, so long as whatever you want is wearing camo pants and hoodies like all of us, and playing this exact style of music". It was a rather stifling environment after a while. Creativity was punished, and deviants were ostracized.
Over time, some of these musicians had finally had enough, and ventured out into new territory. When you go through something like this, you feel almost a resentment for what you were before. Rules feel like the enemy, in a sense. The need to break free is something that becomes an inward and outward statement. Gone were the uniforms from the old regime; wear whatever you want. Gone were the fast-paced two-step thrash tempos and screaming, play whatever you feel like playing. So enter in non-distorted guitars, and (gasp) singing.
So people got up on stage, and rocked out with jeans and a T-shirt. Whatever they had on, really. Quicksand did it, along with a unique groove-heavy variant of metal that bore little to no resemblance to their musical pasts. Helmet went along a similar path, in such a way that wound up becoming the blueprint for modern rock a decade later (re: Chevelle, Breaking Benjamin).
But what it was, ultimately, was another scene. Having "no rules", was in fact a rule. The "fashion of no fashion" was a trend, and the musicians fed off of each other to create another scene all over again. In the end, the "rebellion" became accepted, and the "revolution" was absorbed into the status quo.
Was this a bad thing? Not for me. I loved what came from both the scene they came from, and the scene they created. But the collective minds of both scenes ultimately lacked the freedom to allow them to survive. It got old, if you will.
I said all of that to say this: I'm trying super hard not to create a theme here, although I understand that having no theme is a theme in and of itself. I want to allow this thing to have the freedom to go where it needs to. Since it's "population: me" right now, it shouldn't be too hard to stick to that.
I also realize how pretentious it sounds to create a blog of just random things that I'm into, so maybe I'll just throw a bunch of stuff out there, and see what sticks. No, I really don't expect anyone to care. If anyone did, I wouldn't be writing this.
