Imagine a jewelry store with no glass cases, no cameras and no guards. You walk in and see beautiful gems sitting in the open, and you know you could take any that you like and no one would ever know or punish you. But you also know that the store is owned by a very poor widow who might not eat…
“… and learning about physics and science don’t make me feel insignificant like it does most people. Except, in part, it does sometimes overwhelm me with it’s insignificance and tragedy, because it’s impossible to even slightly understand the gigantic vastness of the universe and not feel at least slightly insignificant - in the board picture, that’s exactly what we are.
But that’s the beautiful thing, that’s the same thing that makes me feel significant. We are a part of something so beautiful, something so big - and it’s not just a background stage unrelated to us and our lives, no, we are actuallypart of this. The universe is us, as much as it’s the stars, planets, black holes… and the fact that we can look up into it, understand it and through this understand ourselves, is absolutely overwhelming.
This is how we realize our true significance, by understanding how insignificant yet unique and amazing we are, and that’s only done by also understanding the rest of the world, because it’s relevant to us, as we are to it, in the way that we are the only ones capable of comprehending what the universe actually is. To me, that’s truly beautiful, and it will never not knock me back-over with incredible feelings of awe every time I sit down and think about this.
I truly believe, if you get this, you cannot possible hate science or not marvel at it’s beauty.”
The way that we talk about ex-wives and ex-girlfriends is fucked. This is an issue that extends far beyond aggressive music, beyond music in general and into general culture. I realize this is just one more deeply anchored, grotesque tentacle of patriarchy manifesting itself in the world. Taking all of that into consideration, one of the easiest and most frequently employed means of stripping a woman of her humanity and turning her into a monster is transforming her into an Evil Ex.
The Evil Ex-Wife (or Ex-Girlfriend) is up there with zombies and Nazis when it comes to human punching bags of pop culture: figures so obviously repugnant that we can do anything to them, guilt free. Whether she reportedly cheated and broke a man’s trust, lied and manipulated him, or simply committed that most treasonous of acts — leaving the relationship while the man still happened to find her desirable — Evil Exes are fair game. Most lose their names, referred to only as “her” or “that bitch;” even other women cluck and coo over stories of the Evil Ex, that harpy and harridan who tormented their man (not realizing that they are always on the verge of transforming into such a creature themselves). We may as well be vampires or werewolves the moment our relationship with a specific man ends.
And heavy metal musicians absolutely adore writing songs about their Evil Exes. Some are classics: Type O Negative’s Slow, Deep and Hard, Jane Doe by Converge, and All Else Failed’s This Never Happened are record-length tributes to exes — some merely mournful while others are threatening. Sometimes individual songs serve as tributes to failed love, such as “Tearing” by Rollins Band, “Break Beat” by Dangers or Drowningman’s “My First Restraining Order.” Some are grimmer testimonies to violence, like Leviathan’s 2011 record, True Traitor, True Whore, which is entirely about Jef “Wrest” Whitehead’s ex (Whitehead is currently serving two years probation for aggravated domestic battery after being found guilty of assaulting his ex, down from the original 36 counts).
Many of these songs and records are beyond reproach, merely explorations of heartbreak and loss. Others are more combative and confrontational, even violent, seething with hatred for the Ex in questions. When I first began listening to heavy metal, it never occurred to me to consider the way that the women — all these ex-partners — were treated and portrayed in these songs. I may even have been typically sympathetic as a new girlfriend siding with a partner over his obviously “crazy” ex. Poor lambs, what all those shes put you through.
Then, one day, I became an Evil Ex myself; there was even a song, throbbing with anger, written about me. Suddenly the way I thought about all those women, all those exes in songs, changed. What followed still stands as the strangest, and often most frightening, period of my entire life. I stopped siding with the men in those songs; I started to wonder about the other side of the story. And when the Tim Lambesis story broke, I immediately thought of Meggan and felt a deep, terrible kinship.
a selection from Natalie Zina Walschots’s essay reflecting on the Lambesis arrest and story. I strongly suggest reading the whole thing; her own story is harrowing. (via nedraggett)
Artists are eternally selfish people unless they are worth something. Then you never hear about them.(via symptoms)
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On the ninth day of Christmas my true love game to me
Try to be better than yourself.
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Day #6 in the studio…drums and guitar are finished and we’re onto bass. We have so much timeeee.
Dude. I can’t wait until this is finished. So many changes will be taking place in this coming year…I know it. I can feel it in my bones.
Some of these changes will not be embraced well by some…but it will happen for the greater good.
|—||My friend, Kyle McBee|
Crazy Monster sings the best song.
Success is the best
Form of revenge and so I
Keep you in my mind
The clouds shift and move
In the whispers of silence;
I wish you could too
My head fell off my
Shoulders so strong, heart swollen;
You should have warned me