Samhain’s November Coming Fire Is My Favorite Album…Ever

Yes folks, this album is my favorite ever. Seriously, I can listen to it over and over again and not be bored out of my mind. You know how you liked¬† a band when you were younger but don’t listen to them any longer for various reasons? This album defies that curse!

For those of you who don’t know Samhain was Glenn Danzig’s second band after The Misfits broke up, and I consider this period to be his best musically. Sure, I love old school Misfits songs, and the first four Danzig albums, but there is something perfect about Samhain, and particularly November Coming Fire, that makes it stand above anything else that Glenn has done. The first time I ever heard of them was when I was in high school on a trip to an amusement park with some friends when a girl wearing a November Coming Fire shirt gave me shit for wearing a Sex Pistols shirt. Go figure, there was elitism even back in the 80’s! It wasn’t until 1990 that I cold bought November Coming Fire and instantly fell in love with it. That’s right, I bought the album without even listening to it. These were the days before the internet kids so you had to do things like that to discover new bands. I was a huge fan of The Misfits and like the first two Danzig albums that were out at the time so it seemed like a natural step.

The beautiful thing about Samhain is that Danzig incorporated goth, punk and some metal all into one neat package that didn’t sound like anything else. People still try to imitate the sound but nobody has gotten it so spot on in my opinion. I would dare to even call November Coming Fire a deathrock album. After all the songs are about spooky shit, are very morbid sounding and sung by a guy who knows how to fucking sing!. Seriously, listen to the link above in a candlelit room in the middle of the night and don’t tell me that it doesn’t sound in turns otherworldly and beyond macabre.

My favorite song off the album has got to be Halloween II, which is a remake of The Misfits song. Instead of being fast, like the original, it is slow and deliberate, and what makes it spooky as shit is the fact that just like the original it is sung in Latin. When I saw Danzig perform in 1992 they played it as an encore and I almost cried I was so happy! Back then he didn’t like to play old material as much so it was kind of a shock.¬† I don’t dislike ANY of the songs on the album and find some of the placement of them in the order in which they appear to be brilliant. Let The Day Begins, which is a faster paced song, follows To Walk The Night, which is slower in tempo. In some ways November Coming Fire could be seen as a concept album of sorts because all of the album centers about overcoming obstacles. Yeah, that may be stretch, but what the hell?

I remember trying to get goth clubs to play songs off this album back in the day, and it was considered too ‘punk’ even though it sounded more full of dirge than a lot of the stuff they spun. Philistines! November Coming Fire brings back so many fuzzy warm memories! It reminds me specifically of the times that I used to drive around San Jose and Santa Clara with my friend Sheri. I would blast it in my car with the windows rolled down and sing along at the top of my lungs. Awww….memories!


The Cult Of Alternative Modeling Bothers Me

What I like to call Gothic Booty magazine.

What I like to call Gothic Booty Magazine.

What is it these days with every other goth/punk/deathrock chick wanting to become an alternative model? WHY? Is it because they simply want some attention? If that’s the case they should get a puppy, because I hear they like people. Is it because they think their look is so different that their presence will launch a thousand ships? Everything ‘different’ these days had been done before. Whatever the reason it really annoys the hell out of me.

Alternative models may have brightly colored hair and tattoos but at the end of the day they are more than likely white and skinny. Let’s not sugarcoat this mess, because that is the way it is. What is the difference between that and the so called normal modelling world? Nothing. Slap on some hair dye, get one of those nautical star tattoos and BAM you’re suddenly an alternative model. If alternative modelling is all about being different then where are the people of different ethnic backgrounds and sizes? I’m sure that there are alternative models who fit into those two descriptions but they are totally outnumbered by people who are considered conventionally attractive. Even if they have piercings or tattoos it doesn’t matter, because publications and websites will still choose mainly white models over others.

Some of the big fallout from this is that there is a whole group of people out there who now set out to fetish all women who look alternative. This may not seem like a big issue but let me explain. Instead of now being just considered freaks there are a lot of women, such as myself, that are looked upon as freaks that others would now like to fuck. All of a sudden it’s alright for these jerks to say online, and in real life, that they would a piece of Goth/punk/deathrock ass. Suicide Girls, among others, have perpetuated the notion that all alternative women are basically sluts to be looked down upon. For some reason dressing strangely is now equated with being sleazy, which it shouldn’t be.

What most disturbs me about all of this is seeing girls online who get tattoos and piercing just so that they can fit into a mold and become an alternative model. Changing your appearance for anybody else but yourself is a bad idea, very bad. Before the internet came into being I remember people claiming they were Goth models, but all that meant in the 80’s was that your friend took photos of you in a cemetery. I still find that deeply funny and kind of endearing, however I never knew anybody back then who drastically changed their look just to become one. One reason being was that there wasn’t a real market for it. With the advent of the internet everybody and their mother signed up to alternative modeling sites in hope of being discovered. Discovered for what? I have no idea! The best they are going to do is being on the cover of a magazine that nobody takes seriously anyway, so why even bother?

Am I writing this just because I’m jealous? Hell no, I was a freak before a lot of these kids were born and I will be one way after they take out their piercings and go back to their natural hair color.

Woe is me!

My whole life is a dark room!

My whole life is a dark room!

I moved to the UK from the United States almost two years ago. That in itself isn’t really a huge deal, people move to different countries all of the time. However, I moved to a very, very conservative area. How conservative may you be asking? I’d say a good 95% of the teenagers here dress exactly the same. No joke, the level of conformity here is the highest out of any single place I have ever lived. When a group of teen girls walk by I quite honestly can’t tell them apart. It makes me wonder if some of these teens walking down the street look at me and wish that they could have the same freedom to dress as I do. Why don’t they? Since people tend to be wealthy here I’m guessing there is an extreme amount of peer pressure.

Over the years I have waxed and waned when it comes to my appearance. Some years I’ve looked very Victorian, others Deathrock, and still others I just wear a horror shirt and some jeans. I guess it all depends on the mood I’m in and how totally lazy I get. Right now I’m kind of a combination of everything. I figure that at the age of forty-three I can pretty much dress how I want to. I do have a list of things that I refuse to wear though:
-black lipstick
-torn fishnets

Now that you have some background as to how I normally dress you can imagine my surprise when people genuinely look very surprised when I’m walking down the street. As you can tell I’m not an angst filled teen wearing a ton of make-up and scowling at people. I don’t dress the way I do to impress people, I dress in clothes that make me feel comfortable. Actually I look rather corporate Goth most of the time.

Anyway! The other week I went to the local M&S with my husband and I noticed that our cashier was a teen girl that had a white streak in her hair, you know like Dave Vanian. I mentioned this to her and she told me that she like The Damned a lot! That brought a smile to my face and I told her that I thought it was cool that somebody her age liked them. Then came the shocker. She told me that she wants to copy one of my tattoos. Okay, wait a sec. I still don’t know whether to be flattered or scared over this because the arm that she pointed to has two Roman themed tattoos on it that both mean a lot to me. I spent months and months pondering whether to get them or not, so some girl I don’t know saying that she want to copy me kind of fills me with dread.

Am I becoming some sort of style icon around here? On the one hand I think that’s kind of neat, but on the other hand outright copying me isn’t original. Sure, a person can’t exactly steal somebody’s ‘Goth look’ since everything being done now has been done in the past, but living in a very enclosed area makes it very obvious if somebody does this.

Maybe I should become a guru and set up classes to brainwash all of the teens around here into becoming…just…like…me. *twitches*