"the madness... the madness..."

Brando is dead.
pearls before swine...

right on, brother...
you tell 'em, Bill!
There's a lesson here for everyone...
pearls before swine...

I'm not...
a huge hardcore music fan. There's a few bands I really like and I found another one today... HATEBEAK!

Total hardcore thrash metal with a crazy grey parrot as the lead singer. No kidding, really. Check out the MP3 on the Reptilian Records page here.
The bird rocks!
later.
pearls before swine...

it's strange...
how the mind works sometimes. A single word can trigger the most amazing rememberances. I heard the word "dew" this morning and immediatly thought of a great Leonard Cohen song, "Sisters of Mercy". I offer they lyrics here. Buy his music. He is so wonderful.
later.

Sisters of Mercy
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.



pearls before swine...

back amongst the living...
for a while, anyway...
Draft night turned out to be a nightmare. After some carefully veiled assurances that Herve was going to be drafted, the teams that were supposed to pick him didn't. I won't go into the details, but the end of the night was, well, I've been at merrier funerals...
After everyone finally left and we cleaned up, it was after two in the morning and I got a few hours sleep and left for Monster Bash at five-thirty Friday morning. I made it to Butler in six and a half hours with only two quick pit stops and walked into the hotel lobby at eleven thirty. After the dissapointment of the previous night, I have to say that stepping through those doors helped me cast off all the ill feelings that were pent up inside me. There, in the lobby, was a life size figure of Tor Jonson, rising from the grave in Plan 9 From Outer Space and I had to laugh. I immediatly ran into Don Reese, the comedian who is a Bash favorite, and he gave me a big handshake and hug and I felt really great after that. Being at the Bash is like being at a family reunion, albeit, a strange one. Everyone you've met in previous years remembers who you are and what you like and greets you by name even after not seeing you for a year. I met up with The Bloodhound, his kids and Micky later in the afternoon and we had such a great time. Lots of great movies, guests, I dropped a small fortune on DVDs, t-shirts and stuff. I got a first edition graphic novel signed by the writers, Bob Tinell and Todd Livingstone, a couple of great guys. I also got a signed print by William Max Miller, noted dark artist and expert on the Mummy. Ate too much, drank too much, slept too little - which is just what you're supposed to do at the Bash. Sunday came much too quickly. I have to, once again, tip my hat to Ron Adams of Creepy Classics for pulling it off, the guy must never sleep. Thanks, Ron!
So, on the Herve front, he was not drafted, but was almost immediatly contacted by the Golden State Warriors to come out for a workout, as they have a few spots on their roster to fill and have great interest in him. I feel sorry for the teams that could have drafted him... in a few years they will be kicking themselves in the ass when they see what a great NBA caliber player he is. Too bad for them.
A few personal notes: Erin, glad to hear your feeling somewhat better, hang in there. Chris and Shana, I promise lots of posts on Goths Just Wanna Have Fun, now that things are starting to calm down at the Manor.
The next thing to do is to concentrate on getting the Penn Jersey She Devils Roller Derby team up and running, stand by for news on that front soon.
Gotta run, Herve is bringing his parents over for a visit tonight before they leave to go back to Africa. I have to go get the black fingernail polish off before Mrs. Sad Old Goth freaks on me!
Oh, just one more thing, I picked up a nice pair of winged dog gargoyle candle holders at the Bash; they've taken up residence on the pump organ in the dining room of the Manor. The Mrs. thinks they are very scary. MWAHHHHHHH-HA-HA-HA!!!
later.
pearls before swine...