The Final March

Before everyone starts to comment on my blog about how disturbing my choice of music is I would first like to say that we are all entitled to listen to whatever we want. I understand that the artist known as Marilyn Manson may not be a popular choice but I do love his work and I am a fan of his music. Sure I don’t look like the typical follower with the all black wearing Gothic theme that most of his followers resemble or the punk rock scene. I am a simple white t-shirt wearing, clean cut haired, and matching shoes with shirt walking ensemble. Not many people realize that I am a huge movie and music lover. Most people are shocked that I listen to such music, but it is the rhythm and lyrics that I love about Marilyn Manson’s music.

His choice of words maybe a little sadistic and odd at times and he can be very anti-religion and what not but this isn’t about the views. It’s about how the music speaks to me and how it makes my heart race and my blood go from normal to insane in the three minutes of music he delivers to my ears. It was a hard choice to pick a worth song from his list of great albums but I decided on “This is the New S**t” from the Golden Age of Grotesque album. The song reminds me of a revolutionary war song, as if the song could be an anthem for a teenage outcry. It represents the oppression that I feel at home, that I am to be like a soldier and follow orders all day and never question my commanding officers (my parents).

The song starts off in this very hush type of beat and slowly starts to build up strength, as the song keeps on going it reaches this angry battle-cry. It has you marching to the beat; makes you want to stand up for yourself and defend yourself. I still live with my parents and they are old school tough Latino parents. Its their rules that govern what goes on in the house, we as the children of the house are not allowed to question their authority. The children of the house do break the rules once in a while because we are a rebellious bunch. We want to live and get away from the rules that are being enforced. The song can represent the struggle to be yourself, to get away from the stranglehold of demanding rules that seem ludicrous.

This song always pumps me up, especially when I am on my way to training for Mixed Martial Arts. This is one of the ways I rebel in my house; I was always the wimpy chubby kid in the class room. I use to also be the “Emo” chubby kid for a while, always getting picked on and harassed for being chubby. This may read like a teen movie but it’s all true, we all get picked on no matter what. I’ve lost some weight through Wrestling and MMA, and have seen that I am a great athlete. My parents never liked these “violent” sports and they always forbid me to partake in these activities. This song reminds me of my final stand against them, telling them that I love the brutal Muay-Thai Kickboxing, the explosive Greco-Roman Wrestling, and the gentle submissions of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

When I hear this song I can feel the beat of my heart race and go even faster, running out of breath like I’m gasping for air. My body may hurt during training but the song keeps me motivated to keep going, keep reaching that goal of being the best. Even if my family doesn’t support what I love to do I march on just like the song. Going fast and stronger, it symbolizes the freedom of expression even threw the harshest of challenges. “Don’t Forget the Violence”, it reads as if it’s coming straight out of my mouth because if I get bloodied in training. I just pick myself up and continue like the insane beat the song produces. 

 

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