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Rivers of Nihil

Ya’ll have seen the pics. Since COVID ended (and it DID end. Queen Elizabeth isn’t dead) concerts in general have returned, which means time to see some shows! Long time readers know I’m far from the touchy-feely type of music. Ya’ll know I’m a metal-head until the day I die. That being said, this post is kinda about the feels…

Since my first show back in 1994 (Megadeth, Corrosion of Conformity as the opener) I’ve learned a few things about our community. First and foremost, mosh pits happen no matter where you’re at if the show is small and at some local venue. You’re going to get knocked around, whether on purpose or not. The on purpose part is you standing on the outskirts of the circle pit thinking you’re a ‘ard star’ to quote Benji Webber. But people are friendly and apologetic to a point. Second, if you’re up front, you’re going to catch a boot or some person’s ass upside your head.

Yeah, another CJ McMahon pic…Thy Art is Murder

This is more humorous than anything, especially considering the last show I was at, it was either feet flying or some chick’s ass literally slamming into my head. I kid you not. There were hella women crowd surfing along with dudes. From the MOMENT Brand of Sacrifice opened up, a pit formed, people were crowd surfing, it was a fucking BLAST! The one truth out of that? Those who got dropped while surfing? They were picked back up faster than you can say anything. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.

Those who get knocked down in the pit? Again, picked back up with those helpful hands so you can go back in and rage like the beast you are!

Phil Bozeman from Whitechapel

You’re possibly thinking, “Why the fuck would anyone WANT to get knocked around?”

Have you LISTENED to any of the music I do?

It aint exactly Rod Stewart!

My boss’s daughter at the cigar shop recently asked me what death metal sings about. The short answer? Everything from the gruesome, grotesque, to the existential, to questioning our understanding of this life and how we move beyond. Metal ranges from pure death metal stylings of Cannibal Corpse to the Death Gaze of Kardeshev. Religion is questioned by Thy Art is Murder, a soul’s pain is shared by Whitechapel, and the work gets explored by Rivers of Nihil.

Humans spend a lot of time with pent up energy. Pent up rage. Frustration. That COVID shit messed with a LOT of us. But much of the time, we go to see our favorite bands play and while the pit isn’t for me (my heart – it’s still fixed!) the emotion is. Because again, fucking cancer. Two of the more important moments happened for me at the last show. Anthony Notarmaso of After The Burial announced they had a song or two left but took a moment to talk about the last two years. His final words moved me before they launched into their closer, A Wolf Amongst Ravens.

Anthony Notarmaso’s words are so simple, yet so powerful.

A Wolf Amongst Ravens closed the set and we all waited with bated breathe for Thy Art is Murder to come blast our eardrums and kick total ass – which – they did. That pit was fucking GREAT! But two songs in, CJ McMahon gave his small soliloquy about anxiety. That’s kind of a common theme in the world right now and I have my thoughts on that, but for another blog post perhaps. He stated that before the show, (the part I failed to capture) that he literally was freaking out before coming on stage and he’d almost backed out. But, well if the video works, listen here.

I wish I’d have captured all of it but his words still express how I feel as an author to my fans.

I said in a previous post that the world needs darkness for light to shine. And in death metal, I’ve found my community of heartfelt people who can’t simply cry out at the world’s mistreatment of itself. Others who can rage in the safety and comfort without worry, or prejudice or fear. I dare say, the metal scene is a “safe space.” LOL!

Know who else loves kick ass metal and struggles with his witchy woman who happens to be the lead singer of his favorite death metal band?

Yup, Derrick! My ex spy, always a Puma shifter hero from The Bodyguard!

He wants a quiet life. She’s about to turn up the volume…

The Bodyguard: A Paranormal Romance

Puma-shifter Derrick is plagued by nightmares from his days as a spy. Still struggling to cope with the traumatic memories, he throws himself into work to stay sane. But his latest gig protecting a gorgeous death metal vocalist has all his worst demons screaming with desire.

Sonja is no stranger to ominous threats. With a voice that can control shifters and humans alike, she knows she’s a powerful weapon… in the wrong hands. And tired of always looking over her shoulder, she’s happy to put her trust in her sexy new guard and do her best to ignore their red-hot chemistry.

Intent on defending the stunning singer and her unique magic, Derrick’s past mistakes come back to haunt him when she is kidnapped. And when Sonja finds herself at the mercy of the dangerous Anti-Shifter League, her only way to save everyone’s skin could lie in the power of her magical songs.

Can Derrick and Sonja pick up the beat and drive hard to the ultimate happily ever after?

The Bodyguard is the thrilling first book in the Burning Desires paranormal romance series. If you like smoking-hot attractions, wild women, and broody heroes, then you’ll adore Sascha Illyvich’s luscious tale of unexpected love.

Buy The Bodyguard to rock out to passion’s power today!

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