Going to the supermarket after forgetting to take your anti-anxiety/depression medication, then finding out at the register, while attempting to buy $100 worth of food, that you only have about $7 in food stamps because they weren’t renewed (… yet?) this month: 0/10. Would not recommend.
London After Midnight - “The Bondage Song”
My actual response to hearing this track: “Oh my god, this is fucking awful. [abruptly bursts into laughter]”
Seriously though, it’s like the Fifty Shades of Grey of ’90s goth music.
"Hmm, I’ve heard that show Masters of Sex is pretty good, and I do like period dramas. I’ll just download and watch the first episode, and … oh, wait, a major part of the plot hinges on the fact that the female lead—an intelligent, unconventional woman who doesn’t think sex equals love and has a look and style not dissimilar to my own—quickly earns the affections of a young doctor who gushes about wanting to marry her after they hook up like twice, like any man ever actually feels that way about any woman ever. Meanwhile she’s nursing a private longing for an intense intellectually brilliant man with a wife at home whom he has no immediate desire to leave.
Looks like I’m going to hold off on the rest of this series for awhile.”
Presented without comment: cats in a violin case.
The walls of the venue where I played on Friday were covered in gay porn and assorted oddities.
My set at Heaven’s Gate in Philly on Friday was the most aggressive and well-attended show I’ve ever played. There was a wall of people pressed against my table of gear and a fair amount of fist-pumping. Noise achievement unlocked?
Notable remarks about my set:
"It reminded me of … you know that show Charmed?”
"Somebody said they could tell you were depressed because it was obviously cathartic for you." (!)
Some other highlights of Thanksgiving weekend:
- People punching holes in the ceiling and random dudes making out during the headlining PE act of the show I played, while I stood in a dark corner as is my wont
- Knocking an empty can off of a stool with a cheap novelty bullwhip somebody found in the garbage, then criticizing other people’s shitty whip technique
- Trading two copies of Mass Culture for a “laser stage light”
- Hanging out with cats. So many cats.