Brian was as clean-cut and wholesome-looking as you could imagine. No "metalhead" look for him; he wore a plain blue t-shirt, white shorts, and athletic shoes. He had nicely groomed black hair and distinctly rosy cheeks. He was likable and articulate, self-possessed and mature. He looked like, and was, the kind of kid who might collect baseball cards and be a member of the Spanish Club at school (see Summary Profile).
He was also a fanatical Slayer fan. Why?
I just like the music. It's so full of energy. And it's really aggressive. . . . [They write songs about] problems in the world and stuff like that. . . . I'm a musician, so naturally I listen to the music. But I also listen to the lyrics, because that's the thing about heavy metal. It exposes a lot of problems. It tells the truth about what's really going on in the world, not just a bunch of bull.
Although he resonated to the alienation expressed in heavy metal songs, he was far from unhappy with his own life. Quite the contrary. This, and his general wholesomeness, sometimes made him feel out of place among other heavy metal fans, particularly at concerts.
I'm always in a good mood. . . . I don't walk around [calling people names]. I just go to the show 'cause I like the music. And it bothers me when people walk around calling me names, saying I'm not cool because I'm not wearing black.
Nevertheless, he thoroughly enjoyed going to concerts and purging his anger and aggression through slamdancing there. "[Slamdancing] is always to have a good time," he explained. "It's all fun, a way to release your aggressions if youre really upset. You get hurt, you get bruises, but it's such a good time." For Brian, heavy metal music was good-time music, the soundtrack of fun.