British Metal and Punk: The Story Of My Life


I have to confess that I have a few weaknesses in life. I eat Reduced Fat Triscuts everyday and there is no telling when I will get tired of them. It’s more of an addiction really. The chance of me watching an episode of Benson without the deafening crunch every other minute may result in a moment of clearity when I relieze that the show isn’t funny after all. I also can’t function right without coffee. Like most working people, this is a neccessary part of the day and without it, there is a real possibility of a pink slip. But I think my obsession with British Metal and Punk is the least known among my peers. Currently I am working as an instructor for 737 flight systems and you can imagine the Dudley Do-Rights I work with. So here are a few songs, the stories of my life that pop in my head when they are played and count the number of times I say “awesome” and “kick ass” because it may be alot.

Judas Priest. I don’t care what people think about this band they ‘kick ass” and everytime Rob Halford hits that screaming note people should remove all eyeware because they may shatter causing eye problems. Between the speed of K.K. Downing’s guitar and lyrics that can coerse idiot teens to blow their heads off, this band is on my top ten.

I really got into Priest when I was stationed in Bosnia. There was long periods of extreme boredom and to keep our spirits up we took part in multi-country competions which includes many mile rucksack marches and military exercise drills. One particular one was called the Dancon race that was hosted by the Danish army. This race was a 30 mile ruck race that scaled two mountains on the hottest and dryest day of the year. I will tell you that I was rocking Judas Priest’s, Green Manilishi when I noticed Jesus himself walking right next to me. I have to admit he was taller than I expected someone to be from 25 A.D. Whether it was a halucination or not we had a great talk about pizza, socks and why in All In The Family did Archy Bunker’s wife run and never walk. I can’t listen to Green Manilishi without the need to go to church.

The Clash. I think everyone has a Clash favorite and a story to go with it. They started a new chapter in not just punk but in music as a whole. I think music critics were about as speechless as The Clash’s dentists were. One thing is for sure, rock/ punk/ blues/ reagge/ R&B/ polka/ chant/ gossple/ and country were turned on their ear when The Clash came on the scene.

My best pal in high school was Simon Hollier. Even though we went to different schools, we hung out everyday after school and drove around in his Dodge Shadow singing to any classic rock song that was on Z93 or 96 Rock. One particular day we were driving through a nieghborhood and came to an intersection, screaming The Clash’s “Tommy Gun” from the top of our lungs when a car full of nare do wells pulled behind us and honked. With out thinking (which is typical of Simon) Simon gave the middle finger and it was about that time I noticed they were the guys from the local Exon garage and above all there were five of them. Well, we took off and they of course chased us. One thing about Simon is that his flight skills are pretty bad and he hit a curb and blew out his front right tire. We coasted into a Methodist church parking lot and before I knew it I was being pulled out the window by the neck. I’m pretty sure these guys were the typical mechanic high school drop outs and we were most likely going to die. After a few well placed socks to my face irony took control and out of the church a class of black belts came to our rescue and beat the snot out of the mechanics and it was a merciless beating too. I like to think it was divine intervetion. Having a Methodist karate teacher demand the beaten mechanics to apologize to us and repeat the line, “We are losers and we stink” was priceless. I still can’t listen to “Tommy Gun” without my neck hurting.

Iron Maiden. Even the most musically declined person can recognize Iron Maiden for what it is and that is British metal at its’ zenith. Their arena performances are the greatest in the world and anyone who has been to a show will leave both deaf and speechless. I know and I still have a ring in my left ear after 15 years.

I was on the wrong end of a disciplin hearing in high school when I thought it would be a good idea to share the album “666 Number Of The Beast” with Mr. Patino’s English class. We began each class with a favorite song of the day and everyone had their turn. I went to a Catholic high school so my choice was definitly a conflict of interest. The speech about the origions of the number 666 at the beginning of the song was enough to get me excused from the class and two days of detension. But there was method to my madness because I skipped my English homework the night before and this gamble paid off. From that day on my class mates saw me in a whole new rebelious light. Either that or they thought I was a Satanist.

Motorhead. There are few rockers I would rather have a pint with than Lemmy. He embodies metal in in every form. From his ability to never drink whiskey from a glass but rather straight from the bottle to that weird mole thing on his face, he rocks harder than any other. In interviews he maybe a little hard to understand but when he is on stage you know exactly what he says; tell your parents to stick it, nail hot chicks, drink an inordanant amount of booze and eat the rich. “Awesome and kick ass.”

I wish I had a good story about Motorhead but I don’t. I just couldn’t leave a British metal/punk post without including Lemmy. I would be afraid he may hunt me down in my sleep.

Well, I have shared what few know about me. Just don’t tell anyone. I don’t want them to find out about my leather pants or my Camaro. There will be more added later but i have to get back to work. I wish this was work.

*Not proofread so it has a number of errors I am sure.*

8 Comments

  1. Well, I’m too old to agree with you on the metal bands, but I definitely share your affinity for punk. I’m from that era of The Clash, The Sex Pistols, The Modern Lovers, and Iggy Pop. To this day, if I’m having a low spell, I’ll put on a punk CD and crank it up. Heaven! Or, hell, depending on who else is listening.

  2. Oops. And the Ramones. Half of these bands aren’t British, but I love ’em.

  3. Your Judas Priest picture is broken.

    I’m just sayin’ is all.

  4. Ok I was just reading your article before going to bed.

    Awesome story about the methodist Karate black belts saving your ass. Sometimes you have to swallow your pride and have someone save you out of a situation.

    I like listening to classic rock nowadays. I appreciate it now even though I didn’t grow up on it. My best friend when Dr. Hook was in their prime and they were still making records was an active fan of them. I kinda have warmed up to them now. I listen to the who, the doors, Meat Loaf, Alice Cooper, AC/DC, Ozzy Osbourne, Queen, among others of course. Your story about you and your friend in high school reminded me of a story that happened to me but I think I’ll save it for my blog sometime!! Bwhahahaha YOU don’t get my stories anymore Billy and it’s all your fault!

    And I’m sorry if my two videos I posted last night bummed you out. I just thought I would get the back story of my life out of the way so some of my stories would make more sense. If that makes any sense lol. I know you wanted to read my funny silly stories but life isn’t always fun and silly. But I didn’t want to be a pity whore either. Oh well see you later Billy.

  5. awesome possum!
    A great post, mang!
    I was reading an article that stated that the people that are most in-balance mentally are Metalheads- not to mention more articulate and smarter.
    I shit you not.
    it said that Metal was cathartic since it made people release emotions through music- through angry lyrics and singing along, or creating cliques that share the same interests and therefore the same issues.
    So… in a sense, mosh pits are therapy.

  6. I knew it! I have been saying us, in the metal militia, are smarter for years. Now it comes out we technically are, in our own disturbing way. Thanks Kitty!

  7. sweet ride up there. much better than any car I had in high school for sure. but at that time I was not listening to the clash, caue we only had an 8 track player in our really old bonneville. I want that car back. Where’s Benson still on, by the way?

  8. It’s on TVLand real late. It’s one of my favorites.


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