Say you're lying in bed. The windows are open because it's cool outside. You're listening to an Iron Maiden song when you start to hear howling--only it's not Bruce Dickinson's sometimes-higher-than-the-sky vocals, it's coyotes. What do you do?
a) Turn off the song, shut the windows and go to sleep.
b) Iron Maiden? What's that?--try to ignore the coyotes and go to sleep.
c) Turn the song up louder.
If you answered A), congratulations. You're a normal human being. If you answered B), congratulations. You're still a normal human being. If you answered C), you are my long-lost twin.
(explanation: of the four [uh, seven now] Iron Maiden songs that I've heard, I like them all. I didn't at first, but they grew on me. Very, very quickly. I remember being impressed that they were clean and based off of actual literature...obviously, I can't testify as to IM songs outside of those four, but still. I solidly maintain that much "classic" metal is more wholesome than a lot of pop music today--which might be the focus of an upcoming post)
Moral of the story? Miss Celestine, who occasionally wears flouncy dresses and reads "Pride and Prejudice" with great gusto, needs her metal. And this shirt.
4 comments:
Guess I shouldn't have been listening to that awful screechy stuff when I was pregnant with you. :)
Hey, it could be worse. I could like...gulp...Weird Al!!!
(ducks for cover)
"Run for the hills, run for your life..." is the song that I most recall from Iron Maiden. If I am correct, the lead singer today is a commercial airline pilot, flying Jumbo 747s.
You are correct, sir. I can't help but think that it would be an interesting juxtaposition--Bruce Dickinson piloting the plane while a song with the title "Run for the Hills" is playing. Hmm...
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