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I was screwing around at my old job, listening to my newly acquired ringtone and this salesman walked over to see what I was doing. Now this guy is the kind of guy that makes my job hard. He is the real car salesman that creates the stereotype. You know, he is a chronic liar, cheats on his wife… the list goes on. So he listens to my ringtone and he says “That’s too bubble gum for me.” I respond forcefully “ Bubble gum! This is Ronnie James Dio. He sang for Black Sabbath at one point dumb ass.” Then, this stereotypical car sales man dug himself deeper by comparing Dio to Whitesnake, at that point I knew that he knew nothing about metal. His monologue carried on for minutes with little relevance, thoughtfulness or originality but the “I know everything” kind of mentality that this guy projects into all of his conversation. As I pondered his ignorance, I grasped what could be the difference between my world and the rest of the world. The world that lying cheating car salesmen live in is a world of no imagination. Skateboarders see a brick planter on the side of the road and decide to skate it. This salesman was the kind of redneck that would pull up with his buddies in a big truck and chase us from the spot because we were different. They probably didn’t read many books, let alone ponder album artwork, while listening to the same album over and over. Metal has always been a catalyst to my imagination. When I put on some good music, my imagination goes nuts. Every issue of Truckstop that we ever did was made with some new music that came in for review being played over and over in the background. In fact I did a whole issue of Truckstop listening to nothing but Icepick Revival. Two of the artists from that band are in a new band that goes off: Collapsar. Collapsar played one of the last Truckstop parties if not the last Truckstop show. I knew they would be good. They were unreal. To borrow a term from Dickhead Dan at Rat Town Records, “Wall of Sound” aptly described their performance. The parties were always a lot of work, that night; I didn’t have time for my imagination. All I could do was enjoy my buzz and the adrenalin that Collapsar was creating. So I stopped doing the zine around that time, but there are some people from that world that still take care of me. I still get boards from a company in New York, some skateparks still let me skate for free and some of my old friends send me their latest creations whether it be a zine or music. When I got this Collapsar cd, something clicked in my head. I started writing a blog, I started listening to other music again. It’s so good to get your head back. I want to write about how good this album is. I wish my web site was working so I could post a review and send it to all the people that used to appreciate my writing. Not only does music enhance my creativity by boosting my imagination, it takes me to another place. This stuff is real spacey; it takes my head to a world created by Brian Herbert and Kevin J Anderson. A time in our future, but in Dune’s history when robots made slaves of humanity and every human became like a stereotypical salesman with no imagination or creative outlet. The robots, androids and titans in the book are so evil but intriguing. If you listen to the chug chug, da na da na, du du du du of Collapsar you can see the forces of Omnius try to quell the human uprising. Some of the songs would fit perfectly as background music when the evil robot Erasmus tortures humansRead full review
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