30 years of Metallica's Black album
I’ve been thinking about writing this for a couple of days. I can’t believe it, 30 years. Last night I decided to go down memory lane and dwell deep into my recollections of this pivotal album in Metallica’s career. I searched for the album on my favorite music streaming service and let the music speak for itself, unbelievably, 29 years after my last listen to this album.
The fox and the owl.
Johnny the fox strolls the outskirts of a farm. Two days without a bite is way too much. A growling stomach is not a good companion for a hunter. Blinded by vile hunger, hidden from sight, he crosses the gate in search for his next bite.
“Is this really happening? Am I part of a sick joke? Is true what Shakespeare said, “All that glitters is not gold.” I’ve heard a myriad of times that whatever you do, make it bigger. Never settle for less than the best, “bigger is always better.” This might seem like the only way to go in this materialistic, egocentrically reality of ours. This capitalist sense of worth that consume us, sooner or later is going to eat us all from the inside out.
This is the story of Helena, a 22-years-old, attractive young lady, fulfilling her dream of living in New York on her own. After a horrible break-up due to a silly misunderstanding with a Millennial-know it-all at Starbucks. She finds herself stranded in a city that will squeeze every drop of common sense from your soul without any remorse. Every day was an endless parade of disillusions and shattered dreams until she started to document her life’s struggles on her vlog. “Runaway girl.”
“How many hours more? Around two aboard the plane, nice. Maybe a 45 min baggage claim. Let me see, 2+45 equals 2 hours with 45 minutes. Is not that bad, could be much worse, I know, it could be much worse.” As he rests his head on the headrest, rain blurs the scenery outside, what it seemed like a stroll above the clouds a few minutes ago, now looks like driving a flat truck through a bumpy road at full speed.
“They’ll love you, don’t you worry anymore. You look dazzling with this light pink dress. You're dressed to kill!” As we walk hand in hand towards our destination, I can’t keep my eyes away from her. She knows how I love the way those summer dresses look on her slender body. As the elevator door closes, she simply puts her arms around my neck to lure me into her territory. She's one of those girls that have a tender, caring smile, capable of melting the strongest of your resolves. She’s got what it takes to tumble down walls unapologetically.
Homage to Catalonia
Let me take this moment of fake solitude to take this out of my chest. It's true what I've heard, what we go through leaves a mark on our lives; scars emerge, leaving behind a trace of bitter memories that can get triggered without any warning.
It was on a rainy Wednesday night when I got caught on the “Halo Effect” trap once again. After a regular day at the office, I decided to call a good friend of mine to indulge ourselves in a good conversation among beers. In a matter of minutes, our recurring chat started at idle speed at the marina’s bar. Depeche Mode’s “Music for the masses” album was furiously filling the location with electronic tones, providing rhythm and motivation for some sailors to shake the salt out of their skin. I love my job, it bring me closer to this maritime scene filled with my kind of archetypes.