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Beautiful Sounds Assignment Spin-Off

I made it a point early in life to not date musicians. I tried it once, directly out of high school, and when it became apparent that band practice would ALWAYS be more important than anything I had going on, I left that behind. As far as I was concerned, a musician married his tunes, why waste time on dating?
Thing is, I'm not very great at taking my own advice. 
You see, I recently started "seeing" someone who is, in fact, a musician. In addition, I've also elected myself as #1 fan - which means I'm in charge of promoting this guy's stuff and recruiting others for the fan club. More or less. And while I may not be too hip on sharing the guy himself, I AM more than happy to share his music around and grow the fan-base. 
https://soundcloud.com/rivals-tyde
So there it is, you can peruse at your leisure. He's primarily a guitarist but dabbles with other instruments and collaborates with other artists. 



These are two of my favorites from his page. The first …

Beautiful Sounds Assignment

This was a challenge, to find something that I appreciated as a sensory piece free from other influence or bias. But I did come up with something....

Digital Dagger's Still Here:



Let's disregard the lyrics for a moment, (which ARE hauntingly beautiful) and focus instead on what we hear. A chilling ghost like vocality, somber piano, twinkling keys, a building crescendo, steady drums...

It's melancholy and nostalgic at the same time, a melody that appeals to me deeply. It's like a sad tale of lost love...

unknown   Takato Yamamoto  Agnes Cecile Ner-Tamin
There's such a strong sense of surrealism in all of Digital Dagger's music but I think this piece captures it the best.

Every door slams; I take a sledgehammer to the window.

So I didn't get the freelance writing job I applied for.

And I was legitimately upset about that for like, a half hour. But then I did what (I believe) a well-adjusted human adult does - I moved on and applied for something else. This time I'm looking at copy writing - a lot of those silly websites that have sets of creepy photos or celebrity hairstyles are always looking for people to write witty headlines and captions. So I figured, why not.

I guess we'll see.

And if that doesn't work out, I'll just keep looking.

In the meantime though, this really motivates me to get my fucking book finished up so I can start hunting for literary agents and get published. If I could just survive as a published author and write for the rest of my life, I'd be pretty happy.

No more stupid and draining day jobs. I'm so done with that.

Wish me luck!

Hard-Boiled Wonderland

~Murakami Haruki



So I seem to go up and down a lot, emotionally. I'm starting to wonder if maybe bipolar seems like a more apt diagnosis for me. Meh.

Ladies First, part four

Castration Squad is our first pick of the night, sounds kind of hardcore and feminist. Let's go!


Death and the Maiden

So things have not been going well for me lately and I sort of need a place to vent about it all since I've been kind of keeping it under wraps from everyone else, in particular the friends who seem most concerned about me.

But it's not going well.

Happy Single's Awareness Day!

Ladies First, part trois

Moving forward:

Belaboris



Ladies First, part deux

Continuing on with my list of female fronted bands, let's get started with part 2:

Antiworld - cool for what they do, but not really my cup of tea. More horropunk, deathrock goodness.




Short Story Time: Worth

He was too good for her, she was sure of it.
Propped up next to her on the couch, she could feel the heat of his body against her side and though his eyes were fixed pointedly on the television in front of them, she wanted to believe he was as aware of her as she was of him.
Of course, it was probably all in her mind. Her sleep addled and over-imaginative mind. Conjuring up this strange sense of awareness, coupled with the always abrupt realization of just how awesome this person next to her was.
And she was not worthy.
What an odd thought to have while doing something as casual and domestic as watching a television series together. But he’d driven all the way out to see her, just to watch a series. And he did so much more than that without even realizing it. When she was down he did his best to cheer her up, when she felt anxious or depressed he commiserated, and he didn’t seem to mind at all how awkward or quiet she was. On top of that, he was the most supportive person in the world w…

Ladies First, part un

So I came across this massive Tumblr list featuring female fronted (mostly) Goth bands, and I wanted to go through the list and share with you some of the more interesting ones - some of them are old, obscure, and VERY hard to find and others are modern and active on social media. Let's go:

I used to doubt the magic....

Hexmas in Photos

*this is a dump* *and under construction*

Wanting to Know - A Poem

Do you really want to know? About all the bad things, that I've survived, How it broke me, bruised me, Changed me. Do you really want to know? Do you want your perception of what and who I am changed, irreversibly altered, to feel as though you must dance on eggshells  Forever. Do you really want to know? Or would you rather...  not, carry on and pretend that I'm fine, that your thoughtless jokes don't make me want to visibly  recoil, flinch, scream. Would you rather not know? Not have to deal with that burden, face that reality, handle that responsibility? I'd understand completely, I don't either. I live this life, this past every. single. day. You don't have to. So do you really want to know?