Doktor Mephisto's Tincture May Contain Objects Unsuitable For Oral Consumption
I got faxed an "amateur" review of the Grotesk Burlesk appearance we did in Berlin. Apparently, the reviewer wanted desperately for me to do a film, asserting that it may turn out like a rock and roll version of Alexei Balabanov's Of Freaks and Men. I've had the fortune of seeing this film, widely described as "unsettling" and "perverse" and I think it actually put me in a good mood. I highly recommend seeing it. It's available on DVD in many Western markets. If you're in the UK it's supposed to be on TV sometime soon.
St Petersburg, the start of the 20th century. Widowed engineer Radlov lives with his daughter Liza and maid Grunia, whose brother Johan is a pornographer. Aided by his henchman Victor Ivanovich, Johan trades in flagellation scenes taken by photographer Putilov. Another customer is Daria, the maid of Dr Stasov, who lives with his blind wife Ekaterina Kirillovna and their adopted Siamese twins Kolia and Tolia. Johan proposes marriage to Liza, but is driven out by her father. Radlov tells Grunia he has changed his will in her favour; she shows him Liza's collection of spanking photos which induce a fatal heart attack.
Victor Ivanovich visits the Stasov apartment and forms an erotic bond with Ekaterina Kirillovna. Radlov's will stipulates that until Liza marries, Grunia will administer his estate. Johan moves into the Radlov apartment with his beloved old nanny, who plays the dominatrix in the pictures. Victor Ivanovich starts photographing the twins. The pornographers acquire a cinematograph and film Liza being spanked. Johan is visited by an angry Stasov and shoots him dead. He and Victor Ivanovich move the twins into the Radlov home and launch them on a singing career. Kolia becomes Liza's lover, while Tolia takes to drink. Ekaterina Kirillovna is spanked in the gang's next film. When his nanny dies, Johan has an epileptic fit and the twins shoot Victor Ivanovich dead. Tolia later dies of drink. Liza heads for the west, where Putilov is now a celebrated film-maker.
The irony that an "amateur" reviewer got the milieu nailed down better than the "pros" was not lost on me, those greasy pinhead ratfuck sons of bitches.
I'm not bitter. I'm an acquired fucking taste.
By the time you read this, I should be onstage making it difficult for the Ozzfest clean up crew. Someone requested Lynyrd Skynyrd. There will be none. Call it lack of love, I call it lucky you aren't within arm's reach. Last night was "Satantonio" (I didn't name it that, let's just clear that up) and a meet up with the extremely evil citizens of the planet Pantera. They did terrible, horrible no good things to my band and gave me the reverend mother of all headaches. Something to do with the imbalance of fluids in my system. 60/40 150 proof/AB-. They shouldn't be allowed out of their homes and I'd marry each and every one of them if only they weren't so ugly and in possession of the wrong hardware for my particular inclinations. They're reputedly accompanying me to Dita's show at the Lizard Lounge, home of goth moths and Ann Gwish's army and her 21 Goth Salute. Hand to forehead, hut!
So that'll be a fucking hootenanny, I can feel it in my marrow. I'll be doing my alternating impressions of the wolf in Tex Avery cartoons and the somnambulist in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, ending with me kidnapping the girl and having my evil way with her.
And now if you'll excuse me, I've got siamese twins to wrangle, Gaultier to don and a saxophone to abuse.
Hello? Darvon calling.
MM
Addendum: A proud nose and a lovely profile.
St Petersburg, the start of the 20th century. Widowed engineer Radlov lives with his daughter Liza and maid Grunia, whose brother Johan is a pornographer. Aided by his henchman Victor Ivanovich, Johan trades in flagellation scenes taken by photographer Putilov. Another customer is Daria, the maid of Dr Stasov, who lives with his blind wife Ekaterina Kirillovna and their adopted Siamese twins Kolia and Tolia. Johan proposes marriage to Liza, but is driven out by her father. Radlov tells Grunia he has changed his will in her favour; she shows him Liza's collection of spanking photos which induce a fatal heart attack.
Victor Ivanovich visits the Stasov apartment and forms an erotic bond with Ekaterina Kirillovna. Radlov's will stipulates that until Liza marries, Grunia will administer his estate. Johan moves into the Radlov apartment with his beloved old nanny, who plays the dominatrix in the pictures. Victor Ivanovich starts photographing the twins. The pornographers acquire a cinematograph and film Liza being spanked. Johan is visited by an angry Stasov and shoots him dead. He and Victor Ivanovich move the twins into the Radlov home and launch them on a singing career. Kolia becomes Liza's lover, while Tolia takes to drink. Ekaterina Kirillovna is spanked in the gang's next film. When his nanny dies, Johan has an epileptic fit and the twins shoot Victor Ivanovich dead. Tolia later dies of drink. Liza heads for the west, where Putilov is now a celebrated film-maker.
The irony that an "amateur" reviewer got the milieu nailed down better than the "pros" was not lost on me, those greasy pinhead ratfuck sons of bitches.
I'm not bitter. I'm an acquired fucking taste.
By the time you read this, I should be onstage making it difficult for the Ozzfest clean up crew. Someone requested Lynyrd Skynyrd. There will be none. Call it lack of love, I call it lucky you aren't within arm's reach. Last night was "Satantonio" (I didn't name it that, let's just clear that up) and a meet up with the extremely evil citizens of the planet Pantera. They did terrible, horrible no good things to my band and gave me the reverend mother of all headaches. Something to do with the imbalance of fluids in my system. 60/40 150 proof/AB-. They shouldn't be allowed out of their homes and I'd marry each and every one of them if only they weren't so ugly and in possession of the wrong hardware for my particular inclinations. They're reputedly accompanying me to Dita's show at the Lizard Lounge, home of goth moths and Ann Gwish's army and her 21 Goth Salute. Hand to forehead, hut!
So that'll be a fucking hootenanny, I can feel it in my marrow. I'll be doing my alternating impressions of the wolf in Tex Avery cartoons and the somnambulist in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, ending with me kidnapping the girl and having my evil way with her.
And now if you'll excuse me, I've got siamese twins to wrangle, Gaultier to don and a saxophone to abuse.
Hello? Darvon calling.
MM
Addendum: A proud nose and a lovely profile.