Thoughts From Planet Pippa, Reluctant Heavy Metal Journalist
@dizzypipblr
Thank God! A place to chuck all my excess wibblings, rantings, random thoughts, nonsensical snatches of STUFF from my hyperactive brain... In particular, I look forward to cathartically puking up my feelings of DISGUST about the career I cannot escape from - a vocation that has stalked me for thirty years, like a spurned lover, deranged, psychotic and unstoppable... I grew out of heavy metal many years ago, my tastes evolving and expanding into an eclectic rainbow of techno, house, dub step, reggae, psytrance, classical and many other beautiful sounds... But, again and again, that loud, thundering neanderthal din crashes into my life and drags me by the hair back to its lair. I've made four serious attempts to escape: 1. I shouted and insulted my editor and got fired (hurrah!) 2. I left the country 3. I went to University and hid myself behind piles of books 4. became obsessed with flower-arranging, butterflies and all things that heavy metal despises. I have no choice but to succumb...(for now)...as the worst possible fate has befallen me: I am the Editor of MetalTalk.net!!! Prisoner, lifer, I am doomed for eternity to a life of heavy metal journalism....h-e-l-p....
My Dad told me when I was about five that us humans only have a certain quota of words we’re allowed to speak in our lifetimes - and that if I kept on chattering and babbling, I’d run out of words by the time I was seven. I call that child abuse! Anyway, Dad - bless your wonderful, eccentric soul - you were wrong... blahdiblahblahblah... I still witter and witter, but at least I’m lucky enough to be able to spill the overflow,into my writing, my journalism, my songwriting, my music... I am so grateful
Found this fax Lemmy sent me in 1994 after I wrote a diatribe against heroin for Metal Hammer... His response is shocking, moving and, hopefully, life-saving... So glad I found it again... Pippa Lang
