a friend of mine opened for slick idiot awhile back, and pretty much agreed with you. i'm not too familiar with them, and i keep meaning to fix that.
its true! rammstein is one of those bands that just seems to fit every occasion for me. driving especially! i think because its slightly more...well, if you dont know the lyrics its generic enough to apply to everything, and if you can get some of the lyrics its diverse enough to apply to everything. something for everyone. i used to make cds of random thuddy german goodness for my classmates as a study aid. my professor started using "ich will" as an example of the proper conjugation of modal verbs and command-giving. that is my contribution to the university of maryland. :)
i have no concept of the "scene" to begin with, so i feel slightly underqualified to comment at all. i mean, i listen to music, i like bats and shit, was once quoted in an legal statement as a "necrogeographer", and sometimes my boss tells me that i work in a children's museum, perhaps i should not dress like i'm going to funeral. and i go to shows and theres some metal in my face. its whatever. its like a tiny chunk of who i am and what i do, and more often than not i get confused when people dont recognize bands i mention or interests i have. i also like sunshine and babies.
ah, the story. picture it, pittsburgh, 2002. or maybe 01. whichever year the cruxshadows and voltaire played the ceremony halloween show and becki went as rainbow brite (selective memory, ftw). i was doing tarot readings, and was required to stay from doors open until the lights went on. the night goes on, stuff's going well for the first few hours. and then i slooooowly start to feel like total shit. like uber head cold hits me out of nowhere. by midnight, i'm coughing, sneezing, sniffling, scratchy throat, exhaused, general yuck. made worse by having to shout over music in a hot smoky crowded club. finally, the cruxshadows are over. soon the lights will be on and i can go home. wait, is that an encore? fuck. well, its only a few minutes. fine. what's that? second encore? WHAT? a few minutes in, having grown bored with trading charades of how we'd like to end our own lives with voltaire, my head is on the table im coughing my guts up, resigned to my fate. how bad could it be? well, second encore was a THIRTY MINUTE RENDITION of the very song you mentioned. IT WOULDNT END. EVER. and i FELT YUCKY and if i had the energy i would have stormed the stage and thrown rogue out of the big round window. so to this day, if i hear the cruxshadows, my nose starts to run and my head gets stuffy.
I still identify myself as a Goth, but will admit that my interests have certainly broadened. Something that getting older will do to a person, or at least, should, if a person is to grow. At the same time, I think forgetting or disdaining one's early passions can be just as dangerous as not changing at all.
I've actually been trying to move away from using the word scene, instead calling it a community. To me, that represents a nexus point - the intersection of people, places, and interests.
Wow, The Cruxshadows as sonic waterboarding! I shouldn't be surprised, as nasal as Rogue's voice is...
its true! rammstein is one of those bands that just seems to fit every occasion for me. driving especially! i think because its slightly more...well, if you dont know the lyrics its generic enough to apply to everything, and if you can get some of the lyrics its diverse enough to apply to everything. something for everyone. i used to make cds of random thuddy german goodness for my classmates as a study aid. my professor started using "ich will" as an example of the proper conjugation of modal verbs and command-giving. that is my contribution to the university of maryland. :)
i have no concept of the "scene" to begin with, so i feel slightly underqualified to comment at all. i mean, i listen to music, i like bats and shit, was once quoted in an legal statement as a "necrogeographer", and sometimes my boss tells me that i work in a children's museum, perhaps i should not dress like i'm going to funeral. and i go to shows and theres some metal in my face. its whatever. its like a tiny chunk of who i am and what i do, and more often than not i get confused when people dont recognize bands i mention or interests i have. i also like sunshine and babies.
ah, the story. picture it, pittsburgh, 2002. or maybe 01. whichever year the cruxshadows and voltaire played the ceremony halloween show and becki went as rainbow brite (selective memory, ftw). i was doing tarot readings, and was required to stay from doors open until the lights went on. the night goes on, stuff's going well for the first few hours. and then i slooooowly start to feel like total shit. like uber head cold hits me out of nowhere. by midnight, i'm coughing, sneezing, sniffling, scratchy throat, exhaused, general yuck. made worse by having to shout over music in a hot smoky crowded club. finally, the cruxshadows are over. soon the lights will be on and i can go home. wait, is that an encore? fuck. well, its only a few minutes. fine. what's that? second encore? WHAT? a few minutes in, having grown bored with trading charades of how we'd like to end our own lives with voltaire, my head is on the table im coughing my guts up, resigned to my fate. how bad could it be? well, second encore was a THIRTY MINUTE RENDITION of the very song you mentioned. IT WOULDNT END. EVER. and i FELT YUCKY and if i had the energy i would have stormed the stage and thrown rogue out of the big round window. so to this day, if i hear the cruxshadows, my nose starts to run and my head gets stuffy.
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I still identify myself as a Goth, but will admit that my interests have certainly broadened. Something that getting older will do to a person, or at least, should, if a person is to grow. At the same time, I think forgetting or disdaining one's early passions can be just as dangerous as not changing at all.
I've actually been trying to move away from using the word scene, instead calling it a community. To me, that represents a nexus point - the intersection of people, places, and interests.
Wow, The Cruxshadows as sonic waterboarding! I shouldn't be surprised, as nasal as Rogue's voice is...
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