Learning To Fly Again With Metallica’s Hardwired…To Self-Destruct by Sean Rooney


When I was a kid, Metallica taught me how to fly. Not literally ,but it felt like flying. My small hometown is about 38 miles north of Manhattan; we’re talking Suburbia’s suburbia,if you will. It was 1997 and I can remember riding on my skateboard every day. It was a horrid 1980’s red short board, with a wicked cobra snake on the top. It had those crazy wide wheels and loud bearings that you could hear coming from a mile away.
I’d take to the board and skate around my neighborhood, a circular suburban block where nothing and everything happened. I was around 13 at the time. I’d put my fuzzy Coby headphones on and listen to my trusty Walkman, letting the music permeate my soul. In those moments, I was free. And in those days, for a split second when Metallica’s “To live is to die” came…

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Kid Karate (Rock)

Mama thinks that I’m mostly of Scottish Highland brood, but if I were to judge my affection for creations coming out of Ireland; I would think that I’m heavily stocked with Irish blood. This is another band from Dublin, and they just simply jam out rock tunes that seem influenced by more than a couple of my favorite bands.

I read a quote from Freddy Prince about the future of music losing its soul due to his forecast of it all  being computer generated. I don’t think that any form of music can possibly be without soul, but I’m in full agreement with Freddy’s aim. I’m not opposed to computer generated music, but I’m partial to hearing hands work instruments. There is a place for CGM, and there will always be a place for hands-on music. I do hope that you give these creators a listen and if you do; feel free to give us some feedback here. Thank you

Links to the band





“I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite – only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety. I am ready to try this for the next ten thousand years, and exhaust it. How sweet to think of! my extremities well charred, and my intellectual part too, so that there is no danger of worm or rot for a long while. My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.”
–Henry David Thoreau in a letter to Harrison Blake (December 6, 1853)