I trawl through TV channels; my hopes of something good; poised and ready. I have found treasures here before: I want to find more.
And lo it came to pass, in the year of our infernal lord two thousand and fifteen, I was introduced to Maryland’s finest crooners, Clutch.
Sometimes I develop a romantic notion in my head of a place – somewhere I have usually never even been to – which bears absolutely no relation to reality. Well, now it is the turn of Canada.
Nu-Metal was a fashion, but I liked it; it was a fusion of metal and hip-hop, and I grew up listening to it. When prevailing tastes changed, I felt alienated.
In the hands of fate lies a dilemma: would we ever be safe; could we ever survive; should we ever have come?
I am currently bored to the back teeth of all of the music in my collection. This displeases me.
Context. This is nothing compared to millennia of subjugation. This is nothing compared to being treated as the property of other people in the society you are part of.