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  • How could I forget the day Leo and I met for the first time?

    We were introduced each other by a black metal adorer friend, in a black metal show with friends' bands. We didn't know we would meet, but our friend thought Leo and I would like each other. It really happened, but not so easily. Lots of vexations and shameful situations we both provoked finally turned out in an unusual union that lasts for 17 years and we want more!

    Then as we decided to be together, our friends were close, "blessing" us with Motorhead, Black Sabbath, Sepultura... and Paradise Lost, and Entombed, and Bathory, and Quorthon, more silly things like King Diamond... We like music a lot, and Leo has a especially sensitive soul for jazz and blues. I was closer to romantics like Chopin besides and baroques or Renaissance composers, violas and pianos. Nonetheless headbangers like noise, they are concerned about harmony and complex melodic phrases are very appreciated by metal lovers as a translation of their supposed tormented souls - Bach, oh, Bach!!!

    But the case is that some bangers praise of rock'n'roll way of life, and we suddenly find out the base of QOTSA and Sisters of Mercy and Cinderella is (these ones not metal bands)... cursing their misbeloved bitches! The girls are dirty dolls, horns hurt their heart and mess up with their lives, hot women are Lilliths, and Death is an angel in a female face And "she kills", and "her mouth spreads swords"... There long-haired men come telling of a kind of feminility that sometimes they admired on the mirror. like being victms of a powerful witch's spell, sweetly driven by instincts like lambs under the force of collective feelings. What a Freudish revelation!

    Black and Doom and any kind of metal are not to be taken seriously. Their roots on Nordic folklores and tales bring lessons about ambients that have too little to be shared with Brazilians, and it became funny to see our friends dressing black leather coats with pins under December Sun, until they started to come to our house without being invited to spend hours and hours drinking and asking me to translate to Aleister Crowley's odes on the Zodiac and wishing to convince us that Lucifer is father. Oh! Quorthon was satanist and in the end of his short life he was criticized by black and doom fellows because he told that nor Satan nor God really existed... Hahaha!! So Euronymous even commited suicide while imprisoned for murdering, to dedicate his soul to Lucifer, and Quorthon abandoned Satan's cause becoming agnostic?? Oh! Ohhh!! What a betrayer!!

    How could they be seriously devoted to Satan? Is it utter lack of experience of real knowledge, like concluding that 2+2 results zero - or the wish of void of Western Civilisation in which they could grow? Yes, for sure it's the purpose. And maybe they were reaching their goal as I could read lessons of reasonability in compositions, like about how stones could move themselves alone if every atom of the stone vibed at the same direction. "It's the power of positive thinking", the student explained on the composition. "Finis homini!", as Coffin Joe taught us in a Brazilian movie.

    Thus we decided to keep our lives a little easier and lighter and stopped to answer phone calls and bell rings on the door. I had to spend nights and days correcting senseless ideas and I was almost becoming a deep thinker like those students. Listening to accusatory words against God and the whole world brought by hairy and drunk and hungry and noisy fellows was not the most comfortable situation to live and share upper ideals. We had to work and wanted to be alone together! What they offered to us was far away from the complex language of Brahms and Bach or Orff to become a mess of philosophical starvation watered by cheap wine, beer, bad conversation and narcissist competitive egos moaning about God, esotericism and girls and comparing the latter to their omms.

    Moms! Believe me! They were mom's sons! Moms buy them shampoo!!

    P.S.; I remember The Cramps with nostalgy with this Title!
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