[edh]

Yes. All of that Megadeth, Iron Maiden, and Metallica I listened to growing up while programming computers made me a maniacal, ruthless, Conservative engineer.

While I cannot dismiss evidence showing that music can influence people for the worse, it is complete nonsense to group a complete genre of music into one that promotes “antisocial and other destructive behavior”. Ultimately, it is the individual that has problems, not the music.

[Frantzie]

Cool story. Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden (singer) is a a part time airline pilot!

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=bruce+dickinson+airline+pilot

Nicko McBrain has a house not that far away in Fl and he is a huge golfer. Drummer of Iron Maiden.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicko_McBrain

The local golf paper had a picture of him and he looked great - looked much younger than wiki picture.

[ritewingwarrior]

So true. Im about as straight laced as I can be, and I still listen to metal and even some old punk rock, when I’m doing paperwork. It breaks up the monotony. Maybe I can mix up some special CD’s to send to our troops and help with the effort.

[Leisler]

"You will talk, or else...."

[IYAS9YAS]

Ultimately, it is the individual that has problems, not the music.

Tiny Tim being the exception to that rule.

[BenLurkin]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvMU_sgkca8

These are the eyes that can’t see me
These are the hands that drop your trust
These are the boots that kick you around
This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
These are the ears that ring with hate
This is the face that’ll never change
This is the fist that grinds you down
This is the voice of silence no more

These are the legs in circles run
This is the beating you’ll never know
These are the lips that taste no freedom
This is the feel that’s no so safe
This is the face you’ll never change
This is the God that ain’t so pure
This is the God that is not pure
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?

Some kind of monster
The monster lives

This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more

This is the test of flesh and soul
This is the trap that smells so good
This is the flood that drains these eyes
These are the looks that chill to the bone
These are the fears that swing over head
These are the weights that hold you down
This is the end that will never end
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?

Some kind of monster
The monster lives

This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolors us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone

Ominous
I’m in us