Book Review: Bang Your Head - The Rise and Fall of Heavy Metal

Bang Your Head: The Rise and Fall of Heavy Metal, David Konow, Three Rivers Press, 2002.

I always have been fascinated with both music and history and a book about the history of a particular music is just like killing two birds with one stone. I have read a few books about the history of heavy metal and Bang Your Head is the least elevating one. Of course it was a fun read, but all Rock n Roll books are fun to read. The only thing that made me bought this book is the fact that I have yet to find a book about the rise and fall of the 80’s Cock Rock (Malaysian equivalent to Rock Kapak) scene, and this book, although not as comprehensive and thorough as I hoped it should, contained some murky information about the craze, the 80’s world wide fad, which helped launch MTV to a gainful and profitable broadcast.

Towering hairs and cans of hair sprays, fishnets and spandexes, groupies and backstage passes and the unforgettable Power Ballads and yes, the bands. Bands in the likes of Motley Crue, Guns N Roses, Quiet Riot and Poison took the world by storm. It made its way to the Malaysian shores and before you know it, Search, Wings, Lefthanded and May, just to name a few, became Sunset strip’s little ambassadors.

The book is 496 page thick and the front cover depicts the dullest book cover I have ever seen. Being a person who normally judges a book by its cover (literally), it would have been better if the publisher opted to coat the front cover black and print the title somewhere in the middle white, I would have bought the book right there and then. The cover was sort of a cut and pastes assemble, with zerox quality coloration that I believe for the purpose of going after the old school fanzine feel.

The story telling was light; it gave a good bird’s eye view of the cock rock scene back in the early 80’s; the book was a fun read nonetheless but it could have been better though. Besides the lack of depth, the book was also in short of photos. You do not write a book about Rock N Roll, describe the glorious vista of the legendary Sunset Strip, illustrate hundreds of crazy ass bands and have just a couple of photos in it!

I bought this one Frinday last week. Got it from Kinokuniya, KLCC and it costs me RM60.

An Entry About An Entry:

Some of my close associates expressed to me of their curiosity about that one particular entry. Was it about what they thought it was about? If the answer is of the negative, would you believe me? Smile. I appreciate your concern and your inquisitiveness but the answer would be neither of any. Smile.

Subjectivity is always a profound theme and neither interpretation, if any, should be the ultimatum, thus a definite answer would just spoil the subjectivity of a subject in question. Provocation is always the best approach to spark a debate and a debate would not commence without concern. Having said that, I would also like to point out that subjectivity is also an excellent form of escapism. Smile.

In the Outside:

We have been doing it everyday now sayang and every time we did it, it felt like it was the first time. No one would have thought that we are actually doing it there and every time we done doing it there, this amazing feeling filled my heart. My heart beats faster and you never once fail to make me go around the bend. It was crazy. It was pure fucking holocaust. No pun intended.

And today, you stepped out of the arena. You actually did it. Not once, not twice but three times or more. I lost count because I was left speechless, overwhelmed with this burning desire and this simmering hunger. It sends shivers down my spine each time I thought of that. You in your purest form. Your natural beauty. You were so amazing beyond compare. It was hard for me to explain and even harder for me to put into plain words. Hard. 

But the better it will get as the harder it goes. The deeper it sank the better it flows. We drifted onto dry land and we shall laugh about it for days to come. Reminisce.

Minimal:

I prefer uniformity and order, hence the justly aligned texts. It is enjoyably pleasing to be able to see that the height and weight of each of these paragraphs are equally and evenly distributed. I prefer minimalism and plainness, hence the simple decoration and the plain white background color. 

Simplicity means that it, what ever it is, can simply and easily be arranged. Effortless. It also diminishes the hazards that are bound to happen from not being able to put everything into one system, what ever that thing is. System means order and order means structured tranquility. Structured tranquility means having to open my eyes to a minimal and plain beauty, the natural beauty, the kind of beauty i prefer. Lesser is the risk of anarchism the lesser the risk of having too much to think. Lesser thinking means more space to not think. More space to not think means more time to enjoy and relax and not worry about having to think.

The Miracle:

Do you still remember that night Na, when we first met? One and a half years ago? I was attracted to you via your intelligence and wit. Not to mention your proficiency with the language. You tested me and tested my strength of character while I was psycho-analyzing you in return. You were being so secretive, witty but cautiously secretive. And the hammer of curiosity fell over me. Each time you opt to answer my innocent curiosities, instead of giving me a straight answer, you tossed me weird puzzles. It took me no more than two second to fall deeply in love with you. I was in love with a fifteen year old Cendol hawker who owns a Cendol stall some where in Mid Valley and spends her free time counting her daily profits. Business must have been really good. Or so I thought.

As it turns out to be, I have fallen in love with a gorgeous girl who is so intelligent and clever, smart and knowledgeable, witty and sharp, independent and open-minded, steadfast and committed, sensitive and insightful, elegant and stylish, romantic and passionate, idealistic and politically conscious, understanding and thoughtful, caring and compassionate, loving and devoted, motherly and kind, the most amazing and wonderful person that I never ever thought exist. Nicholas Spark ought to write a novel about us. The Miracle.

The weirdest thing is that that same feeling, that very same feeling I have for you one and a half years ago is still deeply intact. That same overwhelming and out of this world feeling I have for you na, from day one is still there and growing. It weird because I found no words that could do justice to even a small part it. What is it? I don't know. Is it love? Beats me. It is beyond love. It is called kesempurnaan. You are my kesempurnaan Na.

Thank you for everything. I dedicate this blog to you Nina Airene. My love my heart my soul. I love you.
 
 
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