Close shave.

Too close, I nearly forgot. In fact, I'm meant to be in bed right now but the lure of the guitar was too strong to resist. So I'm here now, and here's today's post. A short one, for obvious reasons.

Anyway, I don't know how anyone can believe in a god, no offence to religious people out there. I'd hate to think that there's someone controlling my life and I'm not in charge myself - because I am. Okay, okay, so maybe I'm not very good at leading my life at times, but at least I am myself. Not a puppet controlled in a play directed by the man upstairs himself.

Of course, every now and then it does feel as if there's something supernatural that's larger than life. But that's not solid proof, and I won't believe god is controlling me until I see him (or her, politically) myself. Yeah, alright, maybe it sounds very narrow-minded to you, especially for a fourteen year old boy who should have a positive outlook on life. But the truth is I don't have a very open mind. I like things the way they are and I like to know that I'm in charge of my life and nobody else - especially not some old man who lives in the clouds and has a son whose name begins with a J. Ugh.

Alright, obviously I cannot ignore music because - well, I just can't. So to make up for the extreme lack of text over the past week or so, I'll give you this seriously awe-inspiring performance by Metallica of arguably their best song of all time. I swear, if there is a god he has to be called James Hetfield and own that beast of a guitar. Anyway, here it is, Moscow, Russia. Massive crowds too.

I don't know why really, but that classical part at the start with the female opera voice is one of the best parts, despite the fact I don't feel that close to classical. And it perfectly compliments the comparitively soft beginning of the song. Then cue drums and bass guitar, followed by overdrive guitar, then that absolutely AMAZING explosion.

You just have to love it.