I used to bring a cd player to work to avoid talking to my co-workers on break. It is not that I didn’t like them, but the inane chatter would just get on my nerves after awhile. We were people thrown together by circumstance and I hated pretending that I actually liked some of them. It is not in my nature to be false. At any rate, one day I was listening to Enter Sandman, which happened to be one of my favourite songs at the time. It had just the right amount of anger to deal with the emotions I was feeling about doing a job I hated, when someone commented that I was probably listening to R&B. Imagine their surprise when I told them I was listening to Metallica. Mouths literally dropped open. What the hell was a Black woman doing listening to Metallica? It was like I had disrupted their world order or something. “Don’t let the dark skin fool you,” I said. “Black people listen to all different kinds of music and some of us are even well spoken and educated.”
I have some crazy taste in music. I can go from Metallica to Neil Diamond, to Beyonce to Pavarotti to Annie Lennox, it all depends on my mood. I think that it makes me eclectic. I am always amused by those that seek pigeonhole me based on my race. They want me to perform Blackness in a way that makes them comfortable. Heaven forbid I step away from the great coloured hive and assert my individuality, suddenly the world is askew.
At any rate, please share any thoughts on Metallica or times in which you surprised people by your music choices.