Basking in JP.
Fucking-A. I’m sitting here listening to Judas Priest’s British Steel album and it’s just as killer as the last time I heard the whole thing about 23 years ago. Next up is Point of Entry, and then Screaming For Vengance followed by Defenders of the Faith. Actually none of these albums I’ve listened to in entirety since the 80’s.
Good ‘ol Metal. Nothing quite like it. Eventhough it was like a guilty pleasure during the years I was so punk it hurt I cant help but recall going to the record store to buy Defenders when it first came out when I was like 12 years old. I still remember the liner notes on the sleeve that broke down the order of solos between Glen Tipton and K.K. Downing.
I never thought I’d live long enough or be so lame as to appreciate nostalgia. And here I am, a hair away from 36 and I’m just like my mom was with spinning that goddam Fleetwood Mac Rumors album up until she passed away in the early 90’s. Or, worse yet, maybe I’m like those fucking people who listen to the Grateful Dead or something.
Its true though. I actually tried when I got out of prison to try and check out some newer bands. But, with the exception of a very few like Fucked Up, Municipal Waste and my new guilty pleasure The Mars Volta, plus maybe three others…well, nothing really sparked my interest much. Not as much as stuff I was into decades ago. I cant even begin to describe the joy I felt at finding Christ on Parade’s Sounds of Nature ep and a Poison Idea discography.
And this, of course, some classic Judas Priest. Which I need to go bask in rather than writing a stupid post at this utterly pointless blog. Oh well, at least I’m not writing about Linux.
