I have heard of slamm death metal, a genre I'm quite fond of actually, but other than not really, not slamm or stomp to say the least, but I have a feeling I know where the genre name I just mentioned got its inspiration now

http://youtu.be/Qj1ar0Ma_kA

Lamb Of God Walk with me in hell, its so chilling and utterly devestating, but horrifically beautiful

its also what the musician personally wants to accomplish, some want to show off and just play really ridiculous stuff, that doesn't make them any less of a musician for not having as much emotional appeal, they simply want to push the boundaries of whats possible, and then you have the guy trying to poor down into your soul with the music itself. music defies human law really, shoot theres a genre called noise music, and some people dig that ****, all they do is bang **** and make it into abstract beats braking objects and whitenoise and all that, or having a clock tick in various patterns, and they just mumble it together, makes for quite the creepy effects

nothing gets the tears flowing, like prisoner of your eyes by judas priest

you honestly need both to be proficient as a musician, but if you are playing simple music, then hats off to the kid who picked up the guitar as kid, free jazz taught the best musical principle in the whole world, improvisation, when your jamming in the moment out of feel good nature,you can't deny when you've made good melody vs a bad one, and then on from their you combine what you liked and make timeless songs, nothing beats feeling the music, with that said, sheet music is still vitally important, beethoven and mozart could not of made the badass tunes they made with out some way of recording and classifying notes, but I guarentee one thing, there music would probably be much more bland sounding if they didn't have "soul" sort of speak the ability to just let it all go and play for the sake of playing, sheet music is limiting where you could never express yourself to the fullest on such a strict regimine, but without it, it would be hard to remember the radical musical composistions that were ever crafted.

did you know, that you didn't know, while knowing that didn't know that now having known that?

What you see is what you get
the calm before the storm
inside every man its born
selfpitty or false grandeur pride
of which will never concide
to the faithful this will abide
you are not what you say
as your learn new everyday
the past time of change
forcing you to rearange
passing into vulnerability
from heartache and despair to blissful tranquility
the mind conjures what you see in the mirror
broken beaten and down on your knee, till the last tear
haughty and full of mischief to hide the fear
every waking moment
life is your opponent
each year a new round
some harder than the last
the shattering embodiment of pain
dwindling the sanity of what makes you sane
the constant struggle of self idendity
who are you?
what are you?
do you really know?
your coverup makes a perfect flow
the winds cause a tide
your facade blown aside
now revealed
the truth no longer sealed
no where to hide
no where to run
faced with the reality
your one true face
a bloody disgrace?
or a true pleasure?
do not lament on a temporary measure
the days are now
act while you still have time
find what you need to be
the whole world for yours to see
mold into the ultimate creation
take on this new sensation
the final version of you is yet to come
go pursue a dream and becone a ripe old plum
all but nothing determines who you are
oneday someone, one day another
The illusion of the self has many faces

What you see is what you get
the calm before the storm
inside every man its born
selfpitty or false grandeur pride
of which will never concide
to the faithful this will abide
you are not what you say
as your learn new everyday
the past time of change
forcing you to rearange
passing into vulnerability
from heartache and despair to blissful tranquility
the mind conjures what you see in the mirror
broken beaten and down on your knee, till the last tear
haughty and full of mischief to hide the fear
every waking moment
life is your opponent
each year a new round
some harder than the last
the shattering embodiment of pain
dwindling the sanity of what makes you sane
the constant struggle of self idendity
who are you?
what are you?
do you really know?
your coverup makes a perfect flow
the winds cause a tide
your facade blown aside
now revealed
the truth no longer sealed
no where to hide
no where to run
faced with the reality
your one true face
a bloody disgrace?
or a true pleasure?
do not lament on a temporary measure
the days are now
act while you still have time
find what you need to be
the whole world for yours to see
mold into the ultimate creation
take on this new sensation
the final version of you is yet to come
go pursue a dream and becone a ripe old plum
all but nothing determines who you are
oneday someone, one day another
The illusion of the self has many faces