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It is a concern of mine that as I get older, I get more like my father.
The latest example is mildly interesting. A few years back, well after my parents separated, his musical interests expanded to include opera (specifically listening to: I don't think anyone wants him to try singing it). I've never lived in a house in which operatic music is played, or ridden in a car... My parents' interests have always been alt-rock and folk, really, at least as far as I remember. However, in the last eighteen months or so, my musical interests have been precessing gently through industrial metal and a variety of other related genres, and have come to rest squarely sat in symphonic metal.
What's the commonly accepted definition of symphonic metal? It's basically metal with the occasional orchestral element, commonly led by operatic female vocals. So I've got similar interests to Dad again, just slightly modernised. This has happened in too many fields, of late.
It could be worse, I suppose. At least this particular subgenre has a comparatively large number of groups and people releasing music to the general population (translation: plenty of CDs available on Amazon...), so I won't get bored of it any time soon.
On a related note, Nightwish are playing the Brixton Academy on March the 11th, and I'm strongly considering going (since Nightwish were the group that got me into the genre initially, and even without Tarja I think they're still pretty good). I've had a definite maybe from one person I know: any others interested in adding to the party? (this last will be cross-posted to LiveJournal for maximum audience).
Motorhead concert.
Supported by Saxon.
Lots of excellent British Rock. Very loud. Still can't hear anything outside my own head.
C'est ne pas une poste.
Bloody weather. It's been cold, rainy and incredibly windy all day. I had to go into town to pick up Christmas presents this morning, and it was windier than it had any right to be. My coat was streaming out behind me and, when I turned away from the wind for a moment my glasses were blown straight off my nose. What. The Fuck?
To add insult to injury, the Engineering block is currently under maintenance (to repair the persistently leaky roofing over some of our more vital switchgear and machinery), so the heating is off. When I went in to do some work, there were four of us in a relatively small lab, and still the temperature fell to the point that I was unable to double-click a mouse. Those of you who have seen the speed with which my fingers move on a keyboard will appreciate what I mean when I say these truly were twenty-words-per-minute temperatures.
Whether it was sheer boredom or the effects of said temperatures over five hours or so I don't know, but by the end of the session I was regularly fantasising about the pasta-based meal I was going to have for tea. This worries me: when a guy is thinking about pasta on a five-second basis, there's something wrong.
So it goes. It may surprise those who know me to hear that I have just discovered Metallica. Good tunes :)