Master! Master!Over at the Ear Farm music blog (“music information helps grow ears”), Matt posted a great entry about growing up into a metal fan in the ’80s, something I can somewhat relate to … the adoption of his parents’ pop 7-inches, the switching out of Michael Jackson memorabilia for more metallic pastures … the musical revelation afforded by the deliverance of “the tape” into young hands.

Oh, and there’s an MP3 of Metallica’s “Master of Puppets” up there if you want it, too. It’s funny — I haven’t given any of this hesher music a thought for a good long time, but this weekend I busted out my drums to jam with some guys in North Las Vegas, and sure enough, the guitarist — who I later found out is 19 years old — was busting out Metallica and Megadeth riffs left and right. Hell, I was over metal long before I turned 19, diverging into grunge and college rock at 16, but that was like 15 years ago. It just blows me away the kids still get into that stuff.

If you’ll excuse me, I have to return to listening to decidedly non-metal tunes from The Chameleons and get my web design on.