Wednesday Insanity
Aunt Tudi woke up ill this morning, so we've postponed the Asheville trip 'til tomorrow. I've been a writing maniac all day long. Yesterday was the same way actually. It's like my pondering on this tale for nigh onto two decades has just suddenly exploded and is almost writing itself. Funnily, the first mention of Cadmus is on page 43. He hasn't even been physically introduced to the story yet.
I don't know whether or not I'm completely happy with what I've gotten written so far, but I refuse to start nitpicking myself right now. If I succumb to my Virgo sense of perfection, or the struggle toward perfection, I'll nitpick myself into a total inability to write at all. I know. I've done it before. It's like I say to myself, "If you can't do this perfectly, then don't do it at all." That's the reason why this story hasn't been written yet.
So. Progress so far...
I've the feeling that things will be slower from here on out, but I feel much better about achieving my goal now.
This is the first mention of Cadmus in the story.
During both visits to the Psychotic Cave, the music of Magnificat was blaring over the sound system and featured in video. The music seemed inextricably connected to the dead culties. Agatha thought it would be wise to learn more about the band. It didn’t take her long at all to find a bio.
Magnificat came onto the music scene in London over a decade ago. Their music is generally categorized as Gothic, but their sound is distinctly unique, drawing from Classical influences as well as Industrial and Techno. Led by singer-songwriter Cadmus Pariah, the band have recorded two albums and is said to be working on their third. Their songs touch on broad subjects like death, social deviance, the existence of god, sexuality, and philosophy. One critic suggested that the band’s brand of music is best described as a Snuff soundtrack. The band are comprised of five musicians. They are:
Cadmus Pariah: vocals
Mary Magdalene: back-up vocals, bass
Seraph: percussion
Hosanna Deo: keyboards
Apocrypha: guitar
Although never widely successful even in their native Britain, Magnificat have an unusually devoted cult following.
Agatha clicked the thumbnail to get a better look at the band’s photo. Her screen melted into a technicolour image of five attractive individuals. The two women were dark-haired beauties decked in resplendent spider-webbing and scarlet dresses. The two men were blonde….well, blonde-ish, and they looked fabulous in make-up, which complemented their ruffled ebony and violet suits. And then there was Cadmus Pariah, bald and blue, yes blue. His head boasted a definite periwinkle hue as though he had powdered himself with a light blue powder. No, there was no “as though.” That’s exactly what he had done. His garb was priestly and black as his eyes. There was a just a hint of a smile on his lips, but that smile never reached his eyes, which were two pools of pitch, absorbing the light around them, but never reflecting it back out. His gaze was the living equivalent of an Event Horizon, something Agatha felt herself being sucked into and she was incapable of resisting. She wasn’t quite sure she even wanted to resist. There was no question that his band mates deferred in every way to their leader. Even to Agatha, simply looking at the photo, it felt like the natural thing to do, to look to this charismatic soul for leadership. There could be no other way. And it was obvious that the message Magnificat delivered in their music was one devised solely by Cadmus Pariah.
Reading some of the lyrics on the information page, Agatha could understand why members of the cult would hold Magnificat so dear. The poetry of these songs made even the most horrifying acts a thing of beauty and splendour. The lyrics embraced the very essence of deviance, celebrating horrors and abominations in a way that encouraged listeners to submit themselves to this psychic feast of violence. Teeth and claws were objects of pure love in Magnificat’s world. Every murder was an act of worship, every abuse a prayer.
Other than watching and taping LOST tonight, my day is dedicated to The Chalice. Really, I haven't been this genuinely happy in ages. I feel like a teenager again.
I don't know whether or not I'm completely happy with what I've gotten written so far, but I refuse to start nitpicking myself right now. If I succumb to my Virgo sense of perfection, or the struggle toward perfection, I'll nitpick myself into a total inability to write at all. I know. I've done it before. It's like I say to myself, "If you can't do this perfectly, then don't do it at all." That's the reason why this story hasn't been written yet.
So. Progress so far...
I've the feeling that things will be slower from here on out, but I feel much better about achieving my goal now.
This is the first mention of Cadmus in the story.
During both visits to the Psychotic Cave, the music of Magnificat was blaring over the sound system and featured in video. The music seemed inextricably connected to the dead culties. Agatha thought it would be wise to learn more about the band. It didn’t take her long at all to find a bio.
Magnificat came onto the music scene in London over a decade ago. Their music is generally categorized as Gothic, but their sound is distinctly unique, drawing from Classical influences as well as Industrial and Techno. Led by singer-songwriter Cadmus Pariah, the band have recorded two albums and is said to be working on their third. Their songs touch on broad subjects like death, social deviance, the existence of god, sexuality, and philosophy. One critic suggested that the band’s brand of music is best described as a Snuff soundtrack. The band are comprised of five musicians. They are:
Cadmus Pariah: vocals
Mary Magdalene: back-up vocals, bass
Seraph: percussion
Hosanna Deo: keyboards
Apocrypha: guitar
Although never widely successful even in their native Britain, Magnificat have an unusually devoted cult following.
Agatha clicked the thumbnail to get a better look at the band’s photo. Her screen melted into a technicolour image of five attractive individuals. The two women were dark-haired beauties decked in resplendent spider-webbing and scarlet dresses. The two men were blonde….well, blonde-ish, and they looked fabulous in make-up, which complemented their ruffled ebony and violet suits. And then there was Cadmus Pariah, bald and blue, yes blue. His head boasted a definite periwinkle hue as though he had powdered himself with a light blue powder. No, there was no “as though.” That’s exactly what he had done. His garb was priestly and black as his eyes. There was a just a hint of a smile on his lips, but that smile never reached his eyes, which were two pools of pitch, absorbing the light around them, but never reflecting it back out. His gaze was the living equivalent of an Event Horizon, something Agatha felt herself being sucked into and she was incapable of resisting. She wasn’t quite sure she even wanted to resist. There was no question that his band mates deferred in every way to their leader. Even to Agatha, simply looking at the photo, it felt like the natural thing to do, to look to this charismatic soul for leadership. There could be no other way. And it was obvious that the message Magnificat delivered in their music was one devised solely by Cadmus Pariah.
Reading some of the lyrics on the information page, Agatha could understand why members of the cult would hold Magnificat so dear. The poetry of these songs made even the most horrifying acts a thing of beauty and splendour. The lyrics embraced the very essence of deviance, celebrating horrors and abominations in a way that encouraged listeners to submit themselves to this psychic feast of violence. Teeth and claws were objects of pure love in Magnificat’s world. Every murder was an act of worship, every abuse a prayer.
Other than watching and taping LOST tonight, my day is dedicated to The Chalice. Really, I haven't been this genuinely happy in ages. I feel like a teenager again.