The hedgehog is small and prickly and spiky with a delicate underbelly and is easily frightened and disturbed. Like me.
Also the pixie drawings were my favorite in the Froud/Lee Faeries book.
The hedgehog is small and prickly and spiky with a delicate underbelly and is easily frightened and disturbed. Like me.
Also the pixie drawings were my favorite in the Froud/Lee Faeries book.
My rockstar boyfriend (he is not really my boyfriend) put out a thing. I think it's better than most of the Delerium or Conjure One stuff he's done, and was a long time coming:
https://sonicgroove.bandcamp.com/album/your-dystopia-my-utopia
Yup. My high school had all kinds of trenchcoats going on, usually from thrift stores. Mine was thick black wool, in 1985.
Not sure? I don't really use streaming services. The offline usage seemed significant?
For as much as I have come to hate industrial/goth music festivals, I wish I had a teleportation device so that I could be at Wave Gotik Treffen for the next two hours while one of my most favorite people in the world takes the stage at Agra Halle.
Meanwhile, I get to go to the birthday party of the son of another one of my most favorite people in the world. Too bad the kid's mother has decided she's not going to attend, and is breaking her kid's heart. Selfish, punchable beast. They're only eight once.
Only 'commercials' on here are underwriting spots and self-promotion. You will have to deal with public service announcements, though. Sorry. That said, all the shows are archived going back quite a ways, so if you find something you like, there's always more of it to listen to.
I dunno, @Thenomain ...I find it just as jarring to be in a scene that has already been established as taking place in IC +time, daytime, and having a Vampire come trundling in and expecting things be changed to suit them. Especially on a game where there's a ton of Nightzones they could go and RP in. Or when people decide they have no interest in reading a room @desc or +views and just RP whatever the hell they want, even if it is contrary to what they'd be able to do given those things. Or players that ask that they be allowed to participate in a group +event/scene and don't actually do anything with the group in question; instead choosing to RP with themselves instead, ignoring all that is actually happening.
I guess what I'm saying is: inconsiderate, egotistical showboating ruins the immersion for me.
Alterna-nerds who trend towards being know-it-alls in spite of usually being outside of academia. Acerbic, generous, and overachievers. Romantics, but rarely get the girl; often more sapiosexual than heterosexual. Occasionally loners, but not by choice or design. Also tend to be very eager-to-please while also being disappointed idealists. Usually male, never fighters or interested in macho bullshit.
This is awesome! Routledge is one of my favorite cultural theory publishing houses.
I got to help make this happen. Please let it raise lots of money. If you're into industrial/EBM, go take a look at it; I promise not all the tracks suck.
Dear Douchey Canadian Booking Agent Dude,
Nobody cares if Combichrist wants to put a song on this charity comp. Or Grendel. Or Aesthetic Perfection. Or Nacht-fucking-mahr. THERE ARE ALREADY FOURTEEN SUBMSSIONS DELIVERED. We were going for a mid-March release at the latest. THIS IS NOT A VEHICLE TO PROMOTE YOUR ACTS THAT ARE ON THE ROAD. The beneficiary's actual friends have already delivered. JUST FUCKING STOP IT.
Dear Long-Suffering Label Head Buddy,
Just fucking declare mutiny already. You're the one paying the costs in time and money here; undermine these assholes, call the guy responsible for the mastering, and get the release out on time. You deserve to be treated better by these dicks for all that you're already doing.
Dear Musician Grrlfriend,
Don't do this Xymox tour. You are going into debt, are being treated like shit by the American booking agency, and it's not worth destroying your digestive system with the stress. DO, however, stick with the Seattle festival gig. You've been paid, have gotten publicity, are getting room, catering and flights. This is the best situation for you right now.
Dear New Superstar Internet-Friend,
Your ex-wife sounds pretentious and weird and has the most bizarre job I have ever heard of (sobriety wrangler for an A-lister). I totally get your disillusionment with the 'industrial' scene, too - too much snobbery and not enough intellectualism/common sense. However, you sound super sad and down and should be seeing a therapist. There ARE challenging ones out there. And I do think you and Marc Heal need to go and do those historical site travelogues. You'd actually enjoy yourself.
...apparently my life's been super weird the past month.
A couple of friends of mine in the subculture I'm in are going through an extremely rough patch, and I managed to rope in a much more famous person (tm) to assist me in putting together a network of fundraising club nights and such. Another mutual friend is spearheading a compilation CD release. Much More Famous Person put up a GoFundMe, and we've brought in almost $2,000 in a couple of hours. So, hooray, goth-industrial fans are NOT just a bunch of apathetic scenesters!
Facebook fundraising tools that want you to put in your checking account routing number rather than just working with PayPal, thereby causing me to cancel out the whole thing when we already had $500 raised in a day. People better be getting their fucking refunds like the interface claimed they would.
Oh, I try to do that, too.
Also doesn't help that Instacart just changed their 'how to contact me' procedures without sending out emails about it or anything, so since I had CALL ME as the option, it defaulted to 'no preference'. If you turn off SMS messages it defaults to 'no preference'. I'm Gen X. I prefer my land line to texting. I should be able to receive a damn phone call, y'know?
Fucking Instacart shoppers who keep texting my goddamn land line.
No, caramel pretzel yogurt is not a suitable replacement for the one my kid will actually eat. No, giant portobello caps are not the same thing as tiny criminis, and are not suitable for the recipes I needed the criminis for. If I ask for two packages of pretzel buns, because they come four to a package, I do not need two eight packs of shitty buns. A bottle of apple juice is not the same thing as juice boxes that go into lunches. Why would you even do that?
Part that really sucks is that it's rarely the driver delivering the order that has shopped it, so they can't do anything about it, and I don't want to short them on their tip because the in-store shopper was incapable of the task. The awesome boy who delivered my stuff should get the full goddamn twenty percent, not split it with the shopper. But really, Instacart should be paying people a livable fucking wage, and not basing it all on orders filled and speed of execution, and then trying to tack a dubious 'fee' on top of it that literally goes to none of the people doing any of the actual work.
I just booked the Gothsicles to play for my kid's birthday.
And Brian seemed delighted to be asked about it. Like, genuinely so.
So...the Gothsicles. GenCon. DragonCon. Terminus. Kinetik. Ridgeville Park District.
But, really, a roomful of little kids all doing the otter dance and saving dat mermaid? Kind of awesome.
Mark E Smith, from The Fall. Also Jeremy Inkel from Frontline Assembly. The former had been ill for ages, and the latter from complications of asthma. 60 and 34, respectively.
https://www.theguardian.com/music/2018/jan/25/readers-remember-mark-e-smith-the-fall