The endless, droning sound of distorted guitars and unintelligible scraggly vocals does wear and tear on the soul and one's musical taste.
After the first year of touring we all started to fill our iPods with anything BUT metal. I've got Jewel, Enya, and Tegan & Sarah on my iPod.
Even though I had to shred and incenerate my "metal guy card" for committing such atrocious crimes against the metal gods, I stand by my "not metal" to bring balance to my bulbous existence.
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