Category Archives: music

Unhappy Goth Day!

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Technicolor Yawning Skull

Technicolor Yawning Skull

Party Time, y’all!

We all know how important music is to Goths and to parties, so let’s open our rusted cabinet of curiosities and haul out some truly horrifying tunage, shall we?

First up, Diamanda Galas performing the Litanies of Satan live. For those of you who are not familiar with the artist, I will just say I was at a concert of hers where at one point she synchronized the throbbing of her screams to the flashing of the strobe lights. Not exactly sing-along stuff.

Now, a little tune from Sopor Aeternus with images from the 1999 silent film “Begotten,” my favorite review of which said, “Begotten makes Eraserhead look like Ernest Saves Christmas.” And you can see why.

And lastly, we conclude with that insufficiently-discovered vocal treasure, Jan Terry, and her 1994 tune, “Get Down Goblin.”

Lyrics over the jump. And you may wish to, if you’ve listened to this.

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TG to the IF!

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Friday

So, you know what today is, right?

Today was particularly “Friday” if you know what I mean. Really, you’d think by this time I’d know that if I don’t have time to talk to editors, I should just get off the damn internet, because you can hardly just hang up on them or refuse to answer once they know you’re online. If it means you don’t sleep, that’s what it means.

And if, like me, you didn’t sleep (except during workshops at a conference you paid good money for) then you’ll need this, for energy.

A Jackson 5/Beatles mashup to bring some energy back into your life.

How to Do ANYTHING Better on 4/20

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420 Vancouver by gillicious

420 Vancouver by gillicious

Yes, it’s a civic holiday in Vangroover (not really, but yeah) and there’s a distinct likelihood that several, if not even plenty of my readers, yes, we can see you out there, you left the webcam on and your eyeballs look like piss holes in the snow, may be somewhat affected by, shall we say, hyperlocal atmospheric conditions.

So, in the spirit of serviceyness, we present a couple of handy-dandy guides that will help you pretend not to be completely fucked up.

First up, Mowing Your Lawn on PCP:

Great! Don’t you feel productive now? But the night is still young, so don’t stop the buzz now! Grab a bottle of some refreshing liquid and follow along with Jenna Marbles as she shows you how to do makeup drunk.

And now Hannah from My Drunk Kitchen shows you How to Make Poutine, which you will want if you got baked, yourself:

She should definitely NOT have licked up the gravy that dissolved the dust from Burning Man and washed it down with a Caesar. She was only drunk before: now she’s a bad case of All Of The Above.

One thing that should not be attempted under the influence: singing in the car. If you’re the driver, you shouldn’t be messed up, and if you’re not the driver, you’re annoying the driver. Besides, no matter how awesome you think you are, you aren’t as awesome as this guy (yes, more Canadian Content; we’re just that much better at being drunk/stoned than you are):

And, no matter how awesome you think you are, even if you are sober and your audience is completely shitfaced, you will never be as good as Nicki Bluhm and The Gramblers, who use their van as a recording booth while tootling around San Francisco belting out cover tunes.

You’re welcome.

Tomorrow: NOT going to be another day

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Davy Jones RIP

They're real and they're spectacular!

RIP Davy Jones, the first of the Monkees to make it to that center stage spotlight in the sky.

Just like every cute British kid who could act and sing, he played the title role in Oliver when he was young. When he was just a little bit older, he was chosen to form 25% of Menudo 1.0, the Monkees. A synthetic, cynical response to the popularity of the Beatles, the band turned out to be not 50% bad indeed, and when Rebecca Black referenced “Pleasant Valley Sunday” in her symphony of clusterfuckery, “Friday,” it could well have been the blow that started Davy on the road to his eventual expiration.

When my friend told me Davy was dead, at first I didn’t believe her.

And then I saw her face.

Hump Day Unicorn Chaser: Empowering Musical Interlude Edition

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Rosie sez we can do it

Rosie sez we can do it

Those of you who’ve been following along on Twitter know that this has been a fraught week chez raincoaster, but as always, at least it’s been good for hits [UPDATE: I can’t get away with a tasteless joke on my own damn blog anymore, it seems. What is the world coming to?]. While it’s been awful for self-esteem, it’s also been kind of awesome, as I see the support I’ve gotten from the most and least expected places. You know who you are, and I’ve tried to thank each of you individually. If I missed you, it’s my fault, and let me know so I can correct it. The negatives didn’t really bother me once the facts got straightened out; it was the support posts, comments, emails and tweets that gave me the sniffles.

https://twitter.com/#!/AssangeC/status/172092368667951104

So, for myself and anyone else who is firing on three cylinders instead of 12 right now, here are some empowering music videos. If nothing else, you can watch them and remind yourself how much prettier you are than Christina Aguilera.

Pink: So What?

Taylor Mali: What Teachers Make
which contains the awesome line “I have a policy about honesty and asskicking, which is if you ask for it, then I have to let you have it.”

Christina Aguilera: Fighter