This scar of a phrase has been on my mind since I tapped into the urge to join other fans in attendance at a live metal show. Today marked my 22nd year on Earth, and nothing has made my experiences more delightful than heavy metal music. I have been happily thriving in the knee deep sludge of the underground beginning with my discovery of Metallica when I was 16-years-old. Since then, I have been carried into the direction of the depths to bands like, say, Moonsorrow, Wintersun, Grave, and so on. It has been a seemingly effortless plunge delving into hours of listening to studio tracks and possessing a general appreciation for the music. Nonetheless, attending live shows has been left undiscovered. In the past year, I have missed Korpiklaani, Obscura, and a few others. I believe some sort of challenge has been set for me.
So, why don’t I pick a date and time, pick up those feet of mine, and waltz in there?
Well, it ain’t that simple. The following points should offer some insight to my situation:
- The problem lies in the basic nature of heavy metal that has curiously lifted its everlasting appeal: Fans or appreciators are generally isolated, especially in my area. Therefore, the chances are slim to none as to whether I would encounter others who have a like interest to go with.
- The second issue involves just that. If I did grasp the opportunity, it would most likely be quite a ways away because my location is far from the cities that frequent metal bands. Knowing someone well enough who is willing to take a drive is extremely unlikely, and I would take myself but…
- Being a newbie and a minority in several dimensions (an African-American, reserved, female fan ), it would not be the place to test out the grounds on my own. Or, at least I don’t think so.