Often used to describe bands like Pantera and Exhorder. With mid-tempo riffs similar to those found in Thrash Metal and a tendency to focus more on groovy syncopation and heaviness than outright speed.
I think we can probably all relate to your honest post. Life gets overwhelming and sometimes I feel like I can't see the forest for the trees. Burnout comes in lots of flavors and then it's easy to say fuck music for a while. But you come back anyway.
A lot of the newer stuff does sound samey which, I guess, is why I'm always on the sidelines just waiting for something to come along, as it eventually will in an older style or a mishmash re splicing genres and just when a genre feels dead and bereft of ideas, a group of young, usually, guys or oldsters who have been rummaging in the hinterlands forever and finally churn out some music....magically, despite odds....turns an old dino-genre into something exciting. Who doesn't live for those moments.
Hang in with your career, family and stressors. You've got a group of people rooting for you-including me. Whatever this is, the one given, good or bad it shall pass.
Never liked wine, I'm more of a beer guy. Wine always tasted like grape juice to me, for 40 years I would just pass if offered some. But my father in law converted me, he came to visit for 3 weeks when my wife was pregnant and he drinks a bottle and a half of cheap ass Barossa Valley Shiraz every night. By the end of the 3 weeks I'd be sitting there with him drinking a bottle and a half of my own. That shit is fucking earthy, full-bodied and damn tasty. I never knew wine could taste so good, it's the only wine I'll drink. And yes part of the secret is don't chill it, just drink it room temp like whiskey. I don't even chill my porters and stouts anymore, you actually get more flavor if it's not so cold.
I wanted to write when I was at school but back then teachers said what they thought and my English teacher's words were 'don't bother you'll never write anything someone wants to read'. I didn't really take it to heart but I never bothered to try. Then with the long and lonely hours in the truck I started to make stories in my head. I then moved to writing them down and then eventually when small factor PC's became a thing I was able to write in the truck when I couldn't sleep, which was a lot.
I never cared if someone wanted to read my ramblings or not, I wrote for the sake of it, sometimes for my own sanity just to get shit out of my head. I never expected to become an author and I knew it wouldn't be a simple process but I was talked into trying it by a bunch of people who had been reading my stuff. I don't regret putting in the effort, but I also doubt I'll ever try again.
Used to think I wanted to write but then I realized I'm all over the place, no one would want to read that shit. Can't write album reviews either, it's not as easy as it looks. Ask me to ramble on about some nonsense though and I'm all good.
Pinot noir from Willamette Valley, Oregon is what converted me after many years and many failed attempts at acquiring a taste for wine. Just like with music, sometimes you just have to keep trying until you find the right one that opens the door.
And chilled red wine sounds disgusting. Cold wine in general sounds unappealing.