How I Came to Know the True Metal
Wherein I describe first hearing the siren call of the True Metal.
My lady Stacey asked me a seemingly simple question the other day, the answer to which gave me pause:
“How old were you when you realized that you liked heavy metal music?”
And I had to sit and have a think, because it wasn’t an easy question.
My analytical mind drove through several interpretations of the question:
- What was the first Heavy Metal song I heard?
- What was the first Heavy Metal song I liked?
- When did I know that I liked Heavy Metal?
and so forth.
I thought about it.
The first song I remember hearing that was absolutely held within the genre of “Heavy Metal” was Quiet Riot’s Metal Health (Bang Your Head). The year was 1983 and I was ten years old.
Our neighbors down the street, the Chertows, owned an honest-to-$deity jukebox and kept it in the children’s play room. I was within age of two of that clan, and thus spent time there doing things that ten year olds do (mostly losing at Monopoly). The eldest daughter of the clan was maybe six years older, an honest-to-$deity teenager – and she absolutely loved that song. So one day, while we were playing (Lincoln Logs, I think), she loaded up the juke with that song on repeat.
I fell in love with it.
It was so very . . . primal. I’d never heard anything so raw and unpolished. So chaotic and angry. It sang to me.
But the roots of this go back further.
I think it starts 1977, when I heard Cold as Ice by Foreigner on the radio in my parent’s car. I would have been five, maybe six years old.
Now, Cold as Ice isn’t Heavy Metal. It’s Hard Rock. Clearly. That said, it’s a pretty heavy song. And Foreigner, they were everywhere in the late 70s. Of course, there was heavier stuff playing on the radio during this period, but my parents weren’t fans, and they’d always click the channel over.
Foreigner, though, they would listen to. And compared to the saccharine sounds that normally wafted through the station wagon’s speakers (Barry Manilow, The Carpenters, Neil Diamond, Kenny Rogers – all of whom I love), it was downright apocalyptic.
It was then, I think that I first hear the Siren Call of the True Metal.
I could feel its voice deep in my bones, whispering dark prophecies:
“Brandon. There is something louder, angrier, faster. It is out there. You must find it. You will know it when you hear it, and through this shared sound you will meet your tribe. And it will be good. You will be welcome there.
“You will become a disciple of Ozzy. You will deeply mourn the future passing of Dio.
“You will become melancholy when you ponder the loss of Randy Rhoads. You will feel strong and justified in your anger while listening to Reign in Blood. You will feel over-educated when trying to explain Iron Maiden’s The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner to others.
“Black Sabbath will become your solace.
“You will not be alone.
“Oh, yeah. Eventually, you’re going to find your real identity. Everyone’s going to stop calling you ‘Brandon’ and start calling you ‘Jorm’. But not for another 18 years or so.”
And so it came to pass that eventually I discovered Ozzy Osbourne. And through him, Black Sabbath, and through them, Dio. And then Slayer, and Iron Maiden, and Metallica, and so forth down the line.
Thirty-odd years later, I still listen to Foreigner. And I still remember that ride in my mom’s station wagon when the music world opened up to me.
Comments on How I Came to Know the True Metal
I loved Foreigner 4 but would’ve never guessed that was your path to metal. Now then if Barry Mannilow had been the beginning of that path then my head would’ve simply exploded. By the way, shhhh, don’t tell, but I liked him as well.
“You will feel strong and justified in your anger while listening to Reign in Blood.”
Awesome!
Wow, that’s a helluva question… I’m gonna enjoy thinking about that for a while, trying to re-spark those whiskey and beer soaked braincells that contain the memory of my first rock and metal…
It’s possible that mine was GnR, although I want to believe I went straight to Metallica. Headbanger’s Ball helped…
Foreigner- it’s no only music , it’s ideology. I’m amazing by album 1982 Foreigner {expanded)In Ukraine they decide as beginning of psychodelic rock. Maybe, we can find some features in the past, return to the past impressions, feelings and say: I still listen. You are listenning because you are living by this music all time-Foreigner have not “shelf of life”. Really. Great reader of Jorm
And you’ve passed on that knowledge to others! Thanks for the guidance. Rock on.