Anniversaries can be a splendid thing, especially when a party is involved. I just celebrated an anniversary on October 4th quietly, without a party. You see, this anniversary is a little different. When I think of anniversaries I think of a union of two people or when an organization began, the one I had that just passed is of a union, kind of.
I don’t even know the person that will forever be a part of me. I don’t even have any recollection of his presence, but it is something that I will never forget.
On a beautiful fall day I was helping around at my mother’s house by mowing her lawn. She lives at the base of a mountain with a state road running along her property. I was mowing the embankment along the state road when a man in his 70s clipped me with his old pick-up truck. That’s right folks, I was hit by a truck while mowing the lawn.
The reason I remember that day is because I died, not momentarily, actually died. The doctor told my uncle to prepare my mother to start making arrangements and such. I personally don’t think I died, although I do remember talking to my father who, at the time, was dead for three years.
I don’t know why, but I lived and it’s cool that I got a second chance. Although it took a few years, I finally started to take advantage of my second life. In fact, I’ll be graduating this coming May roughly a month before my 36th birthday. This is not why I’m telling you all of this, rember this is a blog about metal.
I refer to this ordeal as “My lawnmower death.” It’s not a coincidence that I call it that and there happens to be an old metal band by the name of Lawnmower Deth, it’s just a coincident that I experienced one.
I discovered the band when I was in 11th or 12th grade. A friend of mine had “borrowed” his brother’s cassette tape and brought it to our attention because of the “Kids in America” cover that they did. That is by far my favorite version of that song. Unfortunately by this time, Lawnmower Deth had broken up and Earache had stopped printing the album and this was years before mp3s and downloadable music.
A few months later I was visiting my local pawn shop and glancing at the CDs and out of the corner of my eye it was just sitting there, Lawnmower Deth’s “Ooh Crikey It’s…/Kids In America.” I was able to get a great deal of happiness for the inexpensive price of five bucks.
Later on I discovered that this CD is actually worth money and I have been offered money for it more than once. I always held onto it because it’s a great album that is fun to listen to and it brings upon an innocence of when I was in high school.
Since that faithful day eight years ago the band and their album have come to mean something a little more to me. This isn’t just because I actually experienced something they are named after, but because the album represents metal (and my coming back to life) as a whole, resilience. Great metal is forever…