I started when I was 14 in 1990. Metal 's first album I heard was Master Of Puppets by Metallica. I remember like it was yesterday, after the acoustic guitar arpeggio in the song Battery, when I heard the intro chords distorted and the captivating riffs, I lost all knowledge of space and time and went into the fourth dimension, which today I still find, and from which I can see all the crap and lies of the world.
In that same year I started playing Metal on drums and I do it till today.
I owe so much to the music, but I owe my life to Metal .
Metal is not just a music genre, or a fashion trend, as many believe (for these people there is the law of natural selection... fortunately for us), Metal is Culture with capital "C". Metal is a movement.
Today I am 37 years old and I have a 3 year old child which, since now, I'm starting to make him understand that music should not just be nice to see, that not only count the beautiful young faces and appearance of pussy (as abound in the pop music videoclip), but I'm teaching him that music must be true to listen to, so be it if it is violent.
Metal forever, but not for everyone!