History Of Rock N Roll
The History Of Metal
Rock and roll (often written as rock & roll or rock 'n' roll) is a genre of popular music that originated and evolved in the United States during the late 1940s and early 1950s,from musical styles such as gospel, jazz, boogie woogie, and rhythm and blues,and country music.While elements of rock and roll can be heard in blues records from the 1920s and in country records of the 1930s, the genre did not acquire its name until the 1950s.
According to Greg Kot, "rock and roll" can refer either to a style of popular music originating in the U.S. in the 1950s prior to its development by the mid-1960s into "the more encompassing international style known as rock music". For the purpose of differentiation, this article deals with the first definition.
In the earliest rock and roll styles of the late 1940s and early 1950s, either the piano or saxophone was often the lead instrument, but these were generally replaced or supplemented by guitar in the middle to late 1950s. The beat is essentially a blues rhythm with an accentuated backbeat, the latter almost always provided by a snare drum. Classic rock and roll is usually played with one or two electric guitars (one lead, one rhythm), a double bass or string bass or (after the mid-1950s) an electric bass guitar, and a drum kit.
Beyond simply a musical style, rock and roll, as seen in movies and on television, influenced lifestyles, fashion, attitudes, and language. In addition, rock and roll may have contributed to the civil rights movement because both African-American and white American teens enjoyed the music. It went on to spawn various genres, often without the initially characteristic backbeat, that are now more commonly called simply "rock music" or "rock".
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Heavy metal (or simply metal) is a genre of rock music that developed in the late 1960s and early 1970s, largely in the United Kingdom and the United States. With roots in blues rock and psychedelic/acid rock, the bands that created heavy metal developed a thick, massive sound, characterized by highly amplified distortion, extended guitar solos, emphatic beats, and overall loudness. Heavy metal lyrics and performance styles are sometimes associated with aggression and machismo.
The first heavy metal bands such as Black Sabbath, Deep Purple and Led Zeppelin attracted large audiences, though they were often derided by critics. During the mid-1970s, Judas Priest helped spur the genre's evolution by discarding much of its blues influence;Motörhead introduced a punk rock sensibility and an increasing emphasis on speed. Beginning in the late 1970s, bands in the new wave of British heavy metal such as Iron Maiden and Saxon followed in a similar vein. Before the end of the decade, heavy metal fans became known as "metalheads" or "headbangers".
During the 1980s, glam metal became popular with groups such as Mötley Crüe and Poison. Underground scenes produced an array of more aggressive styles: thrash metal broke into the mainstream with bands such as Metallica, Megadeth, Slayer, and Anthrax, while other extreme subgenres of metal such as death metal and black metal remain subcultural phenomena. Since the mid-1990s popular styles have further expanded the definition of the genre. These include groove metal (with bands such as Pantera, Sepultura, and Lamb of God) and nu metal (with bands such as Korn, Slipknot, and Linkin Park), the latter of which often incorporates elements of grunge and hip hop.
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The Sowing
Upon the wind sheltered hillside, the sharp tang of metal and the sting of salt air lay over a field of blood-red poppies, no Flanders Field. At years fall, fields of rape roll like waves, in the harshness of winter-sleet, stray boulders bow, like the backs of mothers, and daughters sowing. Their nails torn, ragged, and bleeding. They bleed by the moon, and son, upon the fields. No white crosses mark their passing. For hundreds of years, and crops of rape, barley and wheat, small hands, soft hands, and soft thighs bleed. They bleed daughters, and sons. They birth the fields by consent or rape and in the fields unadorned by silver stars or purple hearts, they writhe. Today, as May's sun wakes the blood blasted pasture, each precious drop blooms, a heroines soul acknowledgement, the poppies yield.
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I am Alive Forever and always Essence Rebirth Renewal I have earth to ground me I have wind to move me I have fire to cleanse my spirit I have rain to quench my thirst for growth I have sun to enlighten me feed me I am my own mother and an extension of the whole I am Earth wind rain sun fire I am as old as life and I am as young as time I am shelter to those who seek me I am a bird a flower and the breath of the earth itself I am exactly where I want to be I am life I am first and last the beginning and the end I am one from many I am what I am I live I grow and I die. I am Reborn unto myself I am the great circle My limbs know no Boundaries; while My leaves whisper The one truth of the Whole through the Seasons changing Colors that I wear Upon my heart's Sleeve, I'm home To Earth Mother’s Melodious Life; I Sing for the whole World to hear - trees Are Earth Mother's Song Blowing 'round the leafy Globe; eyes of the world song Of the Mother breath of the living soul of the earth ***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing ***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire
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Whisky Moment
~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER! And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying gigolos This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue Holy breeders trying to change my shoes Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub I am drunk-- in his eye, He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness I am drunk-- in her eye, She has a sick confession of subconsciousness Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood Tonight I will legislate a special thanks Holding up my cup, until death finds my note I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright I will not jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT) The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say "Give me Poetry, or give me Death!" by: PD
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