A trip down nostalgia lane. I have always thought of myself as some kind of grunger. A rock fan, at most. Yesterday I stumbled across this link on emo kids. It made me grin. I never followed all the rules. But My Chemical Romance has been the soundtrack to a part of my life. And that last point: no, I wasn’t emo. Just being myself. Enough said.
I guess I have always loved rock – and Alice in Chains and Pearl Jam even more – with a little subgenre here and there on the sideline. Take Ill Niño.
The anger. Numbing it away by blasting this through the stereo/headphones (I’m sorry, dad, to have put you trough my (nu)metal period. I can’t help but occasionally still love it – you’ll find proof in one of my previous posts about Portuguese music).
Those little bits and pieces in Spanish in between – the reason I started learning Spanish (and subsequently fell head over heels for the language, even though it took me another couple of years to realize). Even back when I didn’t understand a word, I preferred the Spanish versions of their songs over the English ones.
I’m sure everyone can relate, in his/her own way?
I don’t wanna shine
Light will make us blind
I don’t wanna feel unreal