I never thought I’d start one of these things. I did a wordpress blog back in 2007 for some fucking worthless Advertisement course I took in college, despite the fact that it had absolutely nothing to do with what I originally wanted to do with my life. Again…worthless. So why am I here again…and why now? I’d like to think it’s because after years of curbing my thoughts and opinions as to avoid issues with those who can’t handle them I decided just recently that it’s about time I said what I had to say. My name’s Mike. I’m 30 years old and I’m a weightlifting, guitar raping (Yeah I said it!), sarcastic as fuck, ranting, rambling, angry metalhead. I’ve been a metalhead going back to the late nineties/early 2000’s, when it was so uncool to be a metalhead. Yeah, I went through shit that early. See, when my musical taste began darkening the “in” thing, depending on the year, was faggot ass Rap Metal shit like Limp Bizkit and Korn, or Pop Punk like Blink 180-suck. When nearly everyone I knew was listening to Weezer, Mudvayne and Emo I was the one guy taking the bus to Zig Zag Records on Victory Blvd buying the REAL classics. I’m talking Slayer’s Reign In Blood and Peace Sells…But Who’s Buying by Megadeth. That place was amazing and I miss it. After high school HELL I joined my college radio station. I won’t say what station because they don’t deserve the attention thanks to the few jerkoffs from back in the day that are STILL there like the losers they are. I was an assistant engineer and within a few months into my 2 plus year run there I began DJing. I began calling myself Metal Mike after a joke my then guitarist, Chad, made one day when I told him I was getting my own show. I don’t know that I was a local celebrity but I do know that when I began playing shows with my band a few people knew me as Metal Mike, which I thought was crazy. I’d also gotten phone calls from some strange motherfuckers. Trust me, I’ll get into that one day. During these years I became very opinionated in terms of music. I don’t know if it had to do with the fact that I wanted to be a journalist for a brief time, or that I used to write reviews for the CDs I played at my station, or I somehow developed extremely high standards of what Metal is and should be in my eyes. I also had become very opinionated about society and the morons surrounding me. I hate people and I’m extremely selective with who I hang with for many reasons. That’s not to say I’m friends with “just” metalheads because even THEY are so fucking cliquey it’s ridiculous! What the fuck happened?!?! I intend on using this blog for a few things. You might see my ramblings of the day, my takes on the bands that ruined me for life, surviving as a metalhead in the outside world, etc. But it’ll always be honest as fuck. You’ve been warned.