I like playing heavy metal music and pretending I'm a vampire in front of the mirror.

I loathe and detest heavy metal.

That's what it is. That's what my morning was like: all these real physical heavy positive vibrations, the soul of this tape. The fuzzy groove. The meaning of it all, if it has one: All love, all the time. Peace and happiness in every day. Peace and happiness with cow blood dripping from your hands, bright blood staining your fingerprints because you didn't glove up since you don't normally do prep work. Peace and happiness when you're making a list of everything that's wrong with the world and squinting your eyes tight trying to imagine your way out of it. Peace, peace, peace, happiness, happiness, happiness.

I associate heavy metal with fantasy because of the tremendous power that the music delivers.

The hairstyles of most Heavy Metal bands are pretty horrendous.

For me, Gothic is something from my youth, when I had a heavy metal phase.