Visible Oranges + Friday Q&A: 7/11/2014
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Before we get to the Q&A, let’s give Oranges and Metal a hand for doing Dio’s work and, voila, making the oranges appear. That improvement on Keeper of the Seven Keys (Juicer of the Seven Squeezes?) above is but one example of their ability to finally unite metallers with the fruit they’re so desperate to hold. So check them out, if not for the pics, than for the occasionally slice of orange trivia. Hey, those tidbits might save your life one day, because. . . Florida.
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Fire in the Sky, Paramount Pictures
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Welcome to Friday Q&A. Every week, we’ll put up a question for the staff, friends, bands, and you, the reader, to answer.
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This Week’s Q
What irrational fear did you have as a child that was actually pretty metal?
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When I was a kid, I had this constant fear that my mom would die. The recurring fear would be that I’d come downstairs and find my mom face-down on the floor, which led to me being deeply frightened by the sight of any body lying face-down on a floor. While this fear isn’t particularly metal per se–it’s not like I feared my mom would get her face hammer-smashed–it’s metal in how basic and deeply-rooted it was, and it also has a connection to a metal song. When I first heard Anthrax’s “In My World” and the lyric therein about Joey Belladonna’s fear of finding his mother dead, it took me aback for a second. Did he know? How could he know? Seems I wasn’t alone. Mama Casserole, for the record, is still very much alive.
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When I was younger I saw an episode of the Night Gallery that had this story about an earwig that crawled into a man’s ear and ate its way through his brain. The guy was writhing in agony and went to hell and back as this insect burrowed through his skull. Finally the earwig emerged from his other ear and the patient was pleased and relieved he was out of pain and danger. Then the doctor announced the bad and terrifying news: the earwig was female and had laid eggs in the guy’s brain! The episode, as I remember, had the patient screaming and freaking out as the show ended and faded to black. I had never actually seen an earwig until my parents had a pool put in not long after the show and suddenly there were earwigs everywhere! I was absolutely terrified one of those suckers was going to burrow through my brain. I even went as far as wearing earplugs in the pool and sleeping with tissues in my ears for quite some time until my parents and my pediatrician convinced me that my fears were completely irrational. I think that’s pretty fucking me(n)tal!
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I saw another show (I believe it was Alfred Hitchcock and I may not have the story exactly right but you’ll get the idea) that had these guys plotting to cash in on one of their life insurance policies. They painstakingly planned to make it appear the guy had died and to bury him alive and then dig him up right after the funeral was over. Well the guy gets buried and he patiently waits and waits and he finally lights a match to see what time it is. He repeats this a couple times and he was obviously getting concerned why it was taking so long to be dug up. Finally he lights another match because he feels something next to him and discovers that the guy he plotted the entire thing with was in the coffin with him and was already dead. The episode ended with the sound of the guys screams while looking at his freshly mounded grave. I have been absolutely terrified of being buried alive to this very day. I think that episode gave birth to the claustrophobia that still plagues me. Totally sick!
Don’t tell me TV can’t affect kids (and adults!). . . haha!
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Interesting, my metal childhood fears were 1. alien abduction and 2. getting face impregnated by a facehugger. I watched Alien at 8 or 9, and that’s still on the only movie that terrified me. I couldn’t sleep after watching it. I was convinced I was going to wake up and have a phallic alien fetus jump out of my stomach. The part on LV 426 with the Engineer also frightened me in a way that I would call Lovecraft-esque. (I didn’t know who Lovecraft was in 1991.) The Engineer skeleton and machinery had this sense of ancient menace about them. It said, “Go back to your little blue and green cradle, Man. You do not belong out here. You are helpless prey in the Cosmos. Nothing and no one will save you.”
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Probably the most metal fear I had when I was a kid was being abducted by aliens. Irrational, perhaps, but man, I would just watch too many of those shitty History Channel docs during the daytime (this was prior to the rise of the Right Honorable Giorgio Tsoukalos, which is why I took them more seriously), and then when night rolled around, I’d stay up late, petrified that each plane that flew over my house (I lived directly under the most common flightpath to the local airport) was some alien ship ready to beam me aboard where I would be subject to strange and gruesome experiments. The scariest part, I imagined, was not so much the anal probings but the inevitable brain-wiping once the aliens were finished, leaving me back on Earth with a vague sense of having been experimented upon to be discovered later in nightmares. Perhaps that’s why Abducted is my favorite Hypocrisy album, or why I really, really like Rings of Saturn.
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I used to lie awake at night when I was a pretty small kid (say, 8 or 9) and imagine that our house caught fire and was burning fast. I’d think about what I would grab quickly before I got out, and where it was located in the house, knowing I’d need to be quick if I wanted to get it. I sort of assumed my parents would take care of themselves and my brother, so it was more along the lines of getting the cats, maybe my photo albums and other things with sentimental value. Just thinking it through would give me some serious anxiety. . . and then I’d have to think about something else in order to get to sleep.
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