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två anledningar

aku — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:56:52 +0000

Det finns för tillfället två anledningar till att köpa Cures trettonde album när den släpps i september. Det jag kan kommentera är att Robert Smith är en musikalisk gud med otroligt bra poetisk känsla och att han har inte haft ett bättre sammarbete med någon annan än Simon Gallup.

Snart, mer exakt den 13e Juli, släpps den tredje anledningen som en tredje singel (jag menar såklart "Mix 13s" som de kallar singlarna) från det trettonde albumet som är betitlat... det vet vi inte än.
Den 13e augusti kommer fjärde anledningen och slutligen den 13e september kommer skivan att kunna hittas i en butik nära dig.

Här kommer då två anledningar att köpa skivan.

the only one

freakshow

mata ne
/aku

Whithin Temptation (Memories)

chicoanonimo — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:54:40 +0000

Victoria Frances (Favole)

chicoanonimo — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:32:48 +0000

My Inmortal (Evanescence)

chicoanonimo — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:10:57 +0000

Different Perspectives on the 4th

kingleor — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 06:56:29 +0000

The Washington Post featured an odd article on the header of its website yesterday. Kevin Connolly is 22, won a silver medal at the X Games, and is a photographer who's work is currently on display at the Kennedy Center in DC. Here's a picture of Connolly:

Connolly was born without legs. His work is on display under the name "The Rolling Exhibition," and it features photos he took while traversing the globe on a skateboard. The photos are all taken at ground level and offer a completely different perspective on the realm of every day life.

The best photographers are made by their instinctive eye for what people consider aesthetically pleasing. You can lead hundreds to a beautiful landscape, but it's the individuals who can get a sense of how to capture and retain that beauty on film (or on pixels) that are the true artists in photography. Photography is all about perspective; it's being able to create something tangible in a fraction of a second that only you can see and being skilled enough to convince others of the beauty or importance of that perspective - that shot - simply by putting it on display. Connolly's work is a basic expression of that intrinsic element of art in photography. Almost everyone who will view Connolly's photos have absolutely no idea what it's like to live without legs. And yet, with a quick, in-motion photo of passing strangers, Connolly manages to sum up book-loads of personal experience in an aesthetic light that can make anyone with a degree of imagination find resonance and the human experience in his art.

Perspective is a driving force behind emo. True, all art expresses some general form of perspective, but emo is the form of music where many artists seek to make individual perspectives a tangible reality for people who haven't had the experiences that formulated the driving force of the music and culture. It's not an empathetic form of art, but it's not far off. The reason emo was such a force within the underground for over two decades was the fact that the music sought to connect individuals of different backgrounds through positive, personal music that created an omniscient perspective. It created communities, which are the foundations of the underground in America. And underground communities in America are the breeding grounds for underground cultures.

And with such a vast opportunity of perspectives that can be tossed in the heap, and with the vast amount of different perspectives across the United States, emo became a mutated force of underground culture in different parts of this vast union. It will always be tied to post-hardcore, it will always be tied to its DC roots, and it will always be tied to a sense of yearning towards a goal. And that sense of yearning is mostly where the lineages of emo differentiate. With the Revolution Summer of 1985 (otherwise known as the birth of emo) the various acts that constituted for emo wrote about a multitude of ideas in blanketed terms in order to reach out to all sorts of individuals; from the staunch politics of Beefeater, to the introverted anguish of Embrace, to the general struggle with the individual of Rites of Spring, emo at its beginnings covered the ideological bases. Let's not forget Fugazi, who took the aesthetic elements of the Revolution Summer acts and blasted them off in profound new directions; their work made the most plight-filled perspectives seem like a reality by addressing taboo subjects with an empathetic sense of humanity. Everything from AIDS ("Give Me The Cure") to gentrification ("Cashout") to gun violence ("Repeater") was addressed with a profound and omniscient voice that opened listeners to near-alien perspectives and experiences and made them as important issues as ones personally affecting the individual.

So how did emo go from there to here? How did politics diverge into puppy-love? Well, it's not that simple; to say that politics doesn't exist in emo anymore is a bold-faced lie. Hell, Fugazi kept churning out records well into the new millennium, and you can't forget Billboard chart-toppers Thursday when discussing politics and emo in the same breath. And aspects of love and romance were well a part of emo from the beginning; Rites of Spring's music, though perpetually vague in context and up to the listener to discern the meaning for themselves, did sometimes concern aspects of romantic love.

But, as far as the songs about love, or lost love, or as some would go as far to say (and in some cases, correctly) near-hatred towards the opposite sex, the answer is simple: it's all about perspective. Love is a concept that every human being on the planet can relate to. Outside of the survival needs for shelter and sustenance, love is a concept that is basically universal. Everyone has experienced it in some capacity, be it romantically or otherwise. And it's fair to say everyone has experienced their fare share of rejection. And it's all about how we deal with it. The most perplexing thing about the projection of emo in recent years isn't the obsession with love. It's the obsession with negativity broiled in rejection. From its beginning, emo was created with the idea to make something constructive, build something new and positive after the wreckage of the hardcore community that those who became involved in the "emo" scene had experienced (their rejection, in some capacity, involved in punk).

Yet, today, so many emo acts revel in dread. Again, not a new concept or perspective; if there's anything as old as love, it's depression (or a mild form of it). But why the fascination with such negativity? It's impossible to pinpoint one thing, but it is representative of something fairly circular within pop music; every so often, the mood of pop music flows from positivity to negativity. With so many sub-genres and categories of pop pushed onto consumers at any one point, its interesting to see different musics produce different emotional output at the same time. You can't forget the brooding darkness of the 80s when post-punk and goth were all the rage and hardcore bristled with anger in the underground; then again, happy-sounding music dominated the pop-charts, with everything from Madonna to Bobby Mcferrin ("Don't Worry Be Happy") supported Regan's 50s style American dream image.

Whatever the case may be, be it the fact that loss of romantic love is the only ailment and perspective that can incite anything aside from apathy in well-to-do teenagers anymore, or the fact that modern music is a circular and uncontrollable beast, it is interesting to note the vast expanse of, well, emotions that fill the map of pop music today.

And so, on our nation's birthday, I ask to keep perspective in mind. It's our individual perspectives that make us unique, that attract us to other like-minded souls, and that separate us along various ideological lines. But we're all human, no matter what perspective we may have. Happy Birthday America!

Here's a present, courtesy of one of the many emo acts to come out of the Kinsella collective:

American Football - Honestly?

Evolutionary

Genevieve Lutetia — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 06:01:37 +0000

I started last weekend with an idea that I wanted to make a Goth post, if only because of the unfettered shopping opportunities presented by places I don't normally frequent. And I was suitably impressed by the offerings, though I fear a little too literal in my interpretations of Goth (I am an unashamed pretender - I just like to make pictures).

Looking for guidance on the subject, I stumbled upon BlackWaterFall, and I found the stereotype caricatures and descriptions of Goths most amusing and illuminating. I'd planned to do many more in the series (Gothabilly! Deathrocker! Fetish Goths!), but I'm a slow moving beast and a fairly poor one, so perhaps it will have to wait for another month, or for the next Goth-y release to hit the stores.

I invest a lot into the images I put on my blog - I view it as my own small contribution to Second Life, and it really matters to me that they look as good as I can make them. Aside from trying to entice you to shop, I view my avatar as my own little canvas, sculpted by me and dressed (to my whims) by the consummate artists that populate the grid. Once I get a picture into Photoshop, I try to let my creative license run wild - sometimes the images are simple, sometimes they're functional, but more and more I want them to be a (miniature) work of art (at least by my standards!).

This isn't a new concept - Flickr is positively HEAVING with SL artists, and it's one of my guilty pleasures to waste time at work pouring over people's creations. I'm planning a post on the best of the best SL-related Flickr streams, so if you want to point me in a new direction, I'll be very grateful.

These images, though, mean just a little more - maybe the clothes set the mood, maybe the mood guided my choices, but I threw out my rule book and tried to evoke a story, a mindset, something more than just a picture prettied up.

I don't consider myself an artist - I love to spend my time fiddling with pretty things or trying to make thing prettier, but creating isn't my lifeblood. These images, though, took a little more out of me than normal, and they really do reflect a mind space that wants you to wait... please.

I hope you like.

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Live Vault - Mediaeval Baebes

Higher Plain Music — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 21:31:18 +0000

I'm relatively new the this magical group. Mediaeval Baebes have been around for a while with an ever changing line up but the core of the music is always witchy and powerful. Here's two fantastic live performances. The first is called "Adam Lay Ibounden" which is a beautiful charming number while "Dringo Bell" is more haunting and hypnotic of the witching hour. Fantastic!

As a bonus here's a poor sound recording of "Kinderly" but even then the harmonious voices are crystal clear bliss.

an excerpt from BLACK SWAN

thedabara1031 — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 16:01:53 +0000

Black Swan

    It was dark and windy as we made our way to see Havok’s band play at Delia’s most hated gothic nightclub, The Inferno. She was pissed at him; I could tell. Donning her four inch platform goth boots, she practically stomped all the way down busy Burton street, her six foot frame leaving short little me in the dust. Damn she was agile in those things. I was just waiting for her to stumble.
    "This is what I get for perpetually sleeping with Havok Stevens!" she growled mostly to herself.
       I felt kinda bad for her really since all of the patrons were mostly members of that creepy game of vampyres and victims she called "The Black Swan". If a clique of my former friends ousted me out of their little group and called me a "blood traitor" I wouldn’t want to hang out with them either. But I had to admit I was curious about going to a gothic fetish club; we didn’t have those back in Fremont, population 800. (Big shock!)
    "Well we didn’t have to go!!" I replied to her, panting as he long legs moved faster. I was about to break into a jog when we arrived at the surprisingly bland red metal door that led down below street level to the club. Underground indeed!!
    "Sassy I know I have only known you for two weeks, but one thing you will learn is that when my mind is made up, its made up!! I am really getting tired of these poseurs exiling me for crappy reasons and I am tired of emo bands at Rue Morgue every friday night!  And really, Havok is pretty good in the sack and I made him a promise to come..of course I was on top of him in mid orgas-"
     "TMI!!!!" I cried, putting my hands over my ears, a scantily dressed goth girl eyeing me critically as she pushed past and made for the door.
I love Delia Mc Namara, don’t get me wrong BUT there are some things roommates do NOT need to know!!!!
   "Okay okay!!! Sorry!!" she grumbled. She was hesitating at the door.
   "We can go home and watch a movie with Jack and Utah..." I reminded her.
    "An evening of Will Ferrell flicks with your cousin Jack and his witty sense of sarcasm...mmmm..sign me up!!"
    "He isn’t the only one." I countered
   "YOU just want to curl up with poor single Utah on the sofa under dim lights and a warm blankie!!" she smiled evilly
   "DoNOT!!" I blushed.
   "Im not the only one with hormones either then!" She made for the door but stopped short right in front of it.
   " Remember, these people are hardcore...you wont need any documentation to get in and see the band play but if anyone asks you’re with me!"
   "Documentation?"
   "Paperwork from a doctor saying you dont have any diseases that could be spread. You arent going into the backroom where they, um, yeah, so if anyone gives you shit, tell the YOU ARE WITH ME!!!"
She pushed the metal door open with gusto.
"Backroom?! Paperwork?! WHAAT?!?" I cried after to her but it fell on deaf ears; steel spine Delia was back and she marched up to the plastic window that resembled a movie ticket booth.  A huge ugly steel door was beside it on the left and except for a little light inside the booth, the place was pitch.
   "Delia!!" the guy behind the window exclaimed clearly in shock. He had dyed black hair, ivory skin and fangs for incisors. No shit. In my sad little PacSun attire I was feeling out of place again.
     Delia didnt reply with any pleasantries; she slammed some money his way and looked him eye to eye.
    "We’re here to see Spinpsycho; we’re here for Havok Stevens. Im on his list Raoul so no bullshit okay?"
Raoul eyed all 120 pounds of me with interest.
    "And YOU?" he asked all Vincent Price-ish
     "Shes not a neophyte, shes with ME!!!" Delia roared, speaking for me.
    He grinned, baring his fangs and winked saucily.
    "We’ve missed you, Delia! You and I had some pretty hot times if I can recall."
     "Yeah, okay, Five Minute Man." she muttered but Raoul went on, not hearing her.
     "Proceed!"
The door automatically opened into a small hall that led to a huge room with a three stages, a bar, other hallways leading to Goddess knows where and the loudest raver-goth music I had ever heard.
     "You slept with Fangs back there?" I asked her in disbelief.
    "Not a word....stick by me!!!"
The place was like something out of a porno circus. People were dancing around in next to nothing with glow sticks and piercings.  There were couples (and more than two to a group!) around the whole perimeter just making out and doing all sorts of things I hadnt even imagined doing with Utah!!  The lighting was bad; lots of black and red and the place reeked of cigarettes and sex. I instantly felt like I had been living under a rock all of my life.
     "Come on, I want some amaretto."Delia sighed, pulling me toward the bar, ignoring the sneers and stares we received. I didnt see any sign of Havok or his band but Delia pointed out her ex girlfriend Fatale and their vampyre groupies. They all stared in disbelief at us but didnt start any crap. I could tell poor Dee felt uncomfortable so I suggested we go to the bathroom.
       "Not the best idea in this place Sassy!!" she said, her head still hung down like she was Undercover Agent McNamara, NCIS.
       "I have to pee!!" I pleaded, sounding four.
       "FINE!!!" she sighed pushing me toward a hallway that had a dracula caped burly man behind a desk at the end of it to the left of an entrance-way. He mustve been The Backroom Guard, because he was checking paperwork on his computer it seemed. We didnt go that far down and Delia shoved me into a bathroom to the right.
         "Ill be right back...I just saw Thanatos- the asshole who kicked me out of the "Black Swan" and I really really need a drink! Stay here until I get back Sassy, I will only be a minute!!"
       Where would I go with rent-a-bouncer in my way anyway?
The girl who was washing up looked very familiar to me and I recognized her from school...she was that Rayne Coffin girl Delia had spoken of and the same girl I had seen with that guy Harker.  I had overheard their weird conversation about bondage and domination and Delia had explained that Harker was the leader of the Red Swans, an upper level of the vampyre clan and Rayne was his girlfriend and consort. It all sounded confusing to me but I was secretly fascinated.  Rayne stared at me balefully and began applying more makeup to her already pale face.
    She was gone when I started to wash my hands. I exited the grimy bathroom and looked for Delia. I saw her cornered by Thanatos himself, her arms waving expressively, obviously in a heated debate and not wanting to be there. i wasnt sure what to do. I didnt want to be in this place alone but I had no desire to lock eyes with the leader of actual blood drinking nymphos with serious David Koresh complexes.
     I glanced at the desk to see that Count Bouncer had stupidly left his post...what an idiot!!! I looked back at Delia who was in Thanatos’s face, spilling her precious amaretto. I looked back at the open unblocked doorway. A sign hung above it I hadn’t noticed before...
         "Abandon Hope Forever Ye Who Enter Here".
   It was the quote that hung above Hell from Dante’s work "The Inferno". Clever.
Delia was shaking her head ar Thanatos and Havok had come to her rescue looking perplexed. Damn my curiosity...I had to go in there!!!
As I made my way quickly to the backrooms, I tried to be as nonchalant as possible.... the rejected Thumper from "The Butterfly Effect" could return at any moment so I had to fly.
   I was to the door frame when I heard it: the most agonizing blood curdling scream I had ever heard. (Damn what kind of freaks were these people?) Then I saw Rayne Coffin come out of a room, tears down her pale cheeks, her arms held out like a begger woman from medieval England.
   "OH MY GOD!!!!" she positively roared, tears and screams escaping from her face in brutal countenance. I ran as fast as I could, bouncer be damned, and the rude goth girl who snubbed me in the john just ten minutes prior reached out for me and sobbed against my shoulder.
   "LOOK!!!" she howled, her face on my tank strap, her salty tears on my skin, left hand pointing.
I stared into the room we stood in front of and struggled to stand.  There in a corner lay the dead body of her boyfriend Harker, his face blue from the leather strap that had choked him, his wrists bleeding from the razor sharp knife that had cut his veins. Blood was everywhere and I nearly fell in shock.
Abandon hope indeed!

   copyright 2007 to Maeve Pendragon/Jocelyn Turner. All rights reserved. None of this work may be printed or used without my permission.

Review - Diary of a Vampire: The Legacy of Bram Stoker by Reality Films

Earthpages.org — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:07:19 +0000

Reality Films

Philip Gardiner's Diary of a Vampire provides an intriguing glimpse into the world of Bram Stoker, the Irish author of Dracula (1897).

As possible influences on Stoker's work the film looks at European history, Freemasonry, Asian mysticism, mythology, the esoterica of Madame Blavatsky and her disagreement with the German religion scholar, Max Müller.

Much visual and narrative emphasis is given to the idea that, in contrast to the scathing account given in the biblical Book of Genesis, the serpent represents sexual energy that may be transformed into spiritual power--i.e. the kundalini and the seven chakras.

Whether or not this kind of subtle power is healthy, hypnotic or perhaps even manipulative is left to open debate.

The film's treatment of the serpent is further developed by mention of the Christian belief that, as a symbol of evil, the snake is something to be overcome through intercessory prayer and, in the past, abject violence.

Dracula, then, is taken as a symbol for the English fear of esoteric cults during a time that saw a subtle resurgence of the ongoing conflict between the 'Christian West' and 'Pagan East.'

To its credit, this thoughtful and well-researched film asks which side Stoker is on, or whether he is merely observing and inadvertently encouraging a nascent consciousness shift that culminates in a full-fledged Gothic revival during the Victorian age.

Diary of a Vampire is highly recommended for those interested in the ongoing tensions and ambiguities found among Christian and non-Christian beliefs, especially with regard to the Victorian era and the esoteric, occult and underground influences of that period.

--MC

jesse lindsay

jesselindsay — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:07:09 +0000

Behold ,I BLOG!

i normally don't do this kinda of stuff sober,bare with me.

currently im 25,im a freelance artist,i do all manner of work ranging from dark fantasy and surreal work to sculpture,photography,film and a bunch of other stuff.below is a bunch of my work,click on it to see my home page,i sell prints,shirts,stickers and am always down for commissions work as long as i have time for it.

i take absolutely nothing seriously,i find almost everything funny and i will probably offend you,fairly quickly.if so,thanks for playing,its a lot more funny when someone leaves mad.

due to insomnia ill be back,drunk out of my mind and will fill this with funny words and forget to ever check it again...man doing this sober is total crap...ill get back to you

www.jesselindsay.com

www.myspace.com/sinslave
i was recently featured in Dark Realms magazine,which rocks! heres the feature: