Like most revelations it happened in the shower. After a metal show and an after-show-disco-party I was trying to wash the remains of a spilt lager off my hair and I realised I was smiling. Reminiscing over the night I tried to identify the reason of my happiness.
It was metalheads at disco parties.
Hear me out: It’s not that I enjoy watching people making a fool of themselves on the dance floor. I truly do, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make here.
What makes me really happy is ditching generalised beliefs about classes of people.
Musical stereotypes still hold on strong, along with each genre of music, and even though we (we as in humanity) have half-managed to renounce racial and sex role stereotypes we still stick to our musical ones.
Peer pressure as part of human nature and the need to be accepted, be liked and fit in has led to rarely accurate (yet always hilarious) fixed clichés.
If only I had a penny for each and every time I received the passive aggressive comment:
“You listen to metal? You don’t look it!”
What exactly is “IT” hon?
Is it layers upon layers of leather? Is it distressed black skinnies and smudged eyeliner? Is it me trying to look like your expectations? ‘Cause that ain’t happening. Your expectations are yours not mine and I will not adapt to your stereotypes in any area of my life. And that’s probably the most heavy-metal thing you’ll ever hear me say.
The whole rock ‘n’ roll culture (thus all kinds of rock, punk rock and metal) started out as a tool of revolution against social stereotypes, in the hopes of forever changing the way we perceive the world around us. Only to become a stereotype within a stereotype. That’s the thing with banalities. They spread widely and fast amongst the members of each particular social group,they settle in and grow roots so deep that at some point you realise they cannot be shaken off.
The scent of lager on my hair faded away but the thought stuck in my head.
Why are we so unable to relinquish our in-group dynamics?
Apologies and long, uncomfortable hugs to my metal brothers whose brains I’ve been secretly picking in the name of research while I was contemplating the vision of the stereotypical metalhead in order to finish this article.
At some point I felt bad for not owning a black lipstick.But then I went to the disco party and danced the thoughts away. I suggest you do the same thing too. Breaking the law,breaking the law feels amazing.Do you have a clue?
If you did you’d find yourselves doing the same thing too.
That’s why looking at metalheads making a fool of their glorious selves on the dance floor makes me truly happy. Because it represents the deepest meaning of a revolution and of independent thought. The concept of not giving a damn about norms and just being unapologetically you in any given occasion.
Now, gimme a second to smudge my eyeliner and let’s head to the party,shall we?