For those of you who know me, you know my music is also a big part of who I am. This puppies soul is cast in iron and my skin clad in metal studs. These melodies are such a capacious part of my life. So exorbitant in fact that I believe they deserve their spot on this blog. Yes indeed.

 I love going to concerts. I mean, concerts are great, but I prefer small venue shows. It's a hell of a lot of fun and way more personal. Nothing beats being at the front of a venue, and leaning over that excuse they call a stage to scream the lyrics to one of your favorite songs into the microphone with one of your musical idols. Feeling that kick pedal drive your heart, pumping that crimson mercury life through your veins, filling your mortal body with something much more boundless. That, that is how you know are alive. It isn't until you feel the bass draw in that stale, foggy air into your barren lungs that you know your are breathing. Making eye contract with the band as they bellow out that line that you know couldn't have been, but swear was written just for you.

The bedlam I listen to is here as per easy access. I've heard that some people make due without music. They must be bat-shit insane, and not in the fun way. I could not make it through a day without my tunes. It makes the bad times seem brighter and the fun times seem more packed full of excitement. The sad times more so times of growth, and the times of lawless rage seem a little less blind. Those grey mornings seems a bit less dismal and those moon-lite nights, a time for no regrets. The list has this habit if growing in volume every now and then. Stay tuned... same pup channel, same pup place.

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