As my hearing finally seems to get back after my weekend in Upstate New York for the Rock N Derby, I took time to reflect on my love of rock and hardcore of all kinds.
Hailing from a super Italian family, raised with the likes of Toto Cotugno and Pavarotti, it took me a lot of time to get to metal music and hardcore; the first band I really loved was Three Days Grace, and despite Adam Gontier leaving, they still take a big place in my heart. My first hardcore music festival came very late, at Vans Warped Tour about 6 years ago. I was amazed by the quantity of people meeting and greeting each others like old friends, bonding over their favorites and screaming the lyrics on top of their lungs. That’s when it all started for me.
What I find in hardcore is a catharsis: for me, the screams, the heavy guitars and drums are just my whole self expressing their anger at society and everything that I despise. The music kept me sane in moments where I felt my lungs would collapse under the school work.
Yes, as the cliché says, music was there for me when no one else was.
And as this weekend ends on A Day To Remember’s “The Plot to Bomb the Panhandle”, I realize everyone in here finds the same thing as me in the music. I saw a man in his thirties knowing every We Came As Romans lyrics; I saw grandparents rocking out with their grandkids to Miss May I and Beartooth creating a pit in a stable reeking of horses. No one had a care in the world except music. And this is what I like about this genre.
I used to be made fun of my looks, and arriving in a scene that is as loud as the metal one, I feared I’d be ridiculed again. I found instead a welcoming family where artists are bigger than nature while still being close to their fan and meeting them out of the normal frame, inviting them to eat before a show or watching other bands standing next to them.
I won’t lie that the music may seems scary. Hell, it still scares me sometimes. But when you find the right song that hits right in your guts, it will be like you finally found your ideal. Like you want every lyrics of this song on your skin (and you might end up with a few of them, like me). And it will be the best thing you’ve ever tried.