For some reason heavy metal makes me happy. I’m not quite sure why. I don’t listen to it that much, but a while ago I kind of got into it. I was mostly just into one band, Living Sacrifice, and I got a couple of their CDs. But every once in a while I pop it into my Discman and listen to it. Today was one of those days. It just makes me happy. I don’t know why, but it does. Maybe it’s the rhythms between the heavy pounding guitar and the drums, along with the throaty screaming. It doesn’t sound very logical, but that stuff makes me happy. I could fall asleep to that stuff. Mind you, I could fall asleep to a bunch of other stuff I listen to, but I could never sleep to country. That stuff would give me nightmares.
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