I’m not really that old. But I remember first finding myself at the age of 12. We were the angry generation, the missunderstood, the generation of violence, power, madness, and wrath. We didn’t wanted to be rigth or wrong; we only wanted to be heard. Nowadays, there’s the numb generation: blue and broken. The generation of drugs and sadness. We were outcasts in a world of straight morality, now everybody is an outcast in a world of copycats. Every girl is a broken girl, a suicide, insomnia, skinny, young rock star. Each generation has it’s positive and negative things. I migth be wrong. But I only miss the generation that now are new adults. Those who banged heads at the Ozzfest, who had mawhaks and their noses pierced. The black dressed misfits who only wanted to make a statement: we’re here to stay. I really miss the nü metal, so powerful and fresh; the real horror movies; the black humor of goths, the figth againts punks, the friendships of metalheads, and everyone not wearing, talk...
