on life, music etc beyond mainstream

2015 21 Sep

Encounter with a Dog, and other Masters of Reality

von: Michael Engelbrecht Filed under: Blog | TB | Comments off



I wasn’t realizing I’ve been mirroring myself in the window glass. I was looking on the other side of the street, in the way the dog did. Perhaps we were looking at the  same thing, some struggle going on between a man and a woman. Loud voices, gestures. The dog blocked my car in the parking lot, so, after a short while both of us being distracted, I shot the photo, knocked at the window, and the dog turned wild. I could be happy there was the glass between us.

I politely asked him to give his master a call or otherwise put in the gear and change the car’s position. He didn’t give a shit and continued barking. I just hoped my time would be coming. When he had finally calmed down maybe after checking I wasn’t intruding his privacy, I tried some improvement of our mutual relationship (sorry for my sober writing style) and asked him about his favourite record. He gave me a special look and started thinking (or something similar a dog would do when asked such a personal thing). „Masters of Reality“, he said. „That sounds nice“, I lied and remembered the first and last time I had been listening to that record, way back in my school days.

In fact I rembered liking the walls of sound of that album, its relentlessness. And though I had never ever been driving to any heavy metal festival in the years to come (Wacken, or Kristiansand), I would lie somehow saying  n o t to have been missing that record in a way.  Seriously. John Darnielle from the fabulous Mountain Goats had even written a book about it on the 33 1/3 – series. Scummy, the dog, just started its cd-version.

Memories flooded over me, and now I remembered I even had a Black Sabbath opus in my library of sounds, „Paranoid“. „Long time no hear, but good shit“, I said, and Scummy seemed to undestand my words again. He opened the door with a generous gesture, then showed me his tiny Judas Priest tatoo. In the back of the limousine there was a huge heavy metal collection, with some Norwegian extremes.

The dog did the driving, I was knocked out by the music. „Masters of Reality“ on the car system. This does not happen  every day. After quite a long road trip Scummy slowly entered a wood. It was quite dark, even at high noon. Other dogs assembled, did some check-up routines and pulled out their basses and guitars and wooden percussion instruments. Tested the reverb system. Scummy brought his voice into shape, then the band called „Mr. Vertigo“ started to play.


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