Archive for February 12th, 2009


Big Bad Hair: Metallica

February 12, 2009

I had a chat with Boz today. He’s the sword-fighting movie-reviewing laugh-generating co-host of Here Goes Nothing, one of my favourite podcasts. He also does a dead-on Cartman if you ask, which I didn’t.

Anyway, Boz and I talked about the 80s output of Metallica, a band he worships, but one I am so-so about. That’s the latest episode of Big Bad Hair, available here.

Just to flesh that all out, I basically break Metallica down into three periods:

  • The 1980s. Grubby, skinny California kids playing impossibly fast, brutally heavy thrash metal, but with hints of experimentation and a clear sense of song structure. The albums of this period, Kill ’em All, Ride the Lightning, Master of Puppets and ... And Justice For All are pretty diverse, but chart the band’s rise from local heroes to international superstars.
  • The 1990s. Opening with a bang — 1991’s untitled “black album,” Metallica was suddenly on the radio, on MTV, and maybe even on Dad’s car stereo. Abandoning the long, violent riffage of their earlier work, the band crafted shorter songs with simpler riffs, and scored the biggest hit of their career and one of the biggest-selling albums of all time. The rest of the decade — Load and ReLoad, and some more experimental stuff — was uneven, and there were sightings of haircuts and eyeliner.
  • The 2000s. Low point: St. Anger, a ridiculous, inexcusable recording. But then the documentary Some Kind Of Monster told the story of just how Metallica fell into that pit of suck, and how the band crawled back out. This paved the way for Death Magnetic, last year’s epic, perfect metal album … and their inclusion this year in the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame.

Inside The Mind of a Child

February 12, 2009

So, my five-year old son, Thomas, a.k.a. Tarzan, had some schoolwork to do: create a picture of a tree. Pretty standard stuff, right? You did it, I did it. It is usually followed by a drawing of a house.

However, this brave kindergarten teacher never reckoned on the geekily brilliant mind of my little mini-me. He ended up creating what I believe may actually be a picture of a nuclear reactor melting down.

I don’t pretend to understand it. But I love it.