Yeah,she alluded to some of those things when I was chatting with her…
Her stuff isn’t really my kind of thing either but it’s good harmless pop fun…I was there for Connelly…
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Davelybob - speaking of all this stuff - isn’t ‘Rosemary Malign’ active in your neck of the woods?
She had contacted me a while ago via William Bennett, we had many interesting conversations, and she sort of fell off the face of the earth afterwards.[/reply]
Haha! Yeah, I actually just became friends with Rosemary on Facebook a few weeks ago. I met her back in 2003 or so at the old Creepy Crawl when she was still in Eugenics Council. First noise show I ever saw, a real eye opener- circuit bent casios, grinders throwing sparks, they had the hood of some old bus or Suburban or something they were throwing around and kicking and punching each other, then they set off some sort of explosive powder on the hood with an arc welder, and then they set off a QUARTERSTICK OF DYNAMITE in a 50 gallon drum. I was deaf for a few days. When I went to talk to them after the show, she grabbed my boxers and pulled them up to my nipples and signed the front with a sharpie. I found them when I was tossing out a bunch of old clothes and posted a picture on fb, thinking someone would get a hoot out of it, next thing you know there she was. I have no idea what she has been up to since leaving EC. I wonder if she’s still on the no fly list. I’m pretty sure Dustin is still banned from Lemp Neighborhood Arts Center from the time Eugenics Council purposely set a couch on fire inside during a set. That shit was WILD back in the day.
According to FB, Rosemary lives in New Orleans now.
His real name is Johnny Cash, no shit. He opened up a show for Bushwick Bill last year
I won’t ever bother listening to his noise junk.
No need to.
He’s already my favorite person ever and I wouldn’t want to compromise that.
Getting back to the original post, yes we had a thread like this before, I started it shortly after I joined Prongs:
No biggie though. I’ve been scarce in these parts lately, super busy, so I don’t think I got the chance to properly say hi, welcome, etc. I am loving these Invisible stories. I used to be a huge fan of Atkins since Pigface USED TO be sooooooooo fucking good, and I really dug the concept of how and why Invisible was a thing, it really bummed me out for a really long time to find out that was mostly just window dressing apparently. Every time I hear a new horrible Martin story I wince a little, but I eat it all up anyway, closest I get to caring about “celebrity” gossip. Aging industrial rockers are far more compelling and interesting to me than Kardashians. The cynical adult in me laughs and my teenage self weeps. So yeah, looking forward to more. And if you’re ever swinging through STL hit me up. We’ll kick it.
Getting back to the original post, yes we had a thread like this before,
Whoa! Vintage Gerda era.
Nice!
I am loving these Invisible stories. I used to be a huge fan of Atkins since Pigface USED TO be sooooooooo fucking good, and I really dug the concept of how and why Invisible was a thing, it really bummed me out for a really long time to find out that was mostly just window dressing apparently. Every time I hear a new horrible Martin story I wince a little, but I eat it all up anyway, closest I get to caring about “celebrity” gossip. Aging industrial rockers are far more compelling and interesting to me than Kardashians.
The cynical adult in me laughs and my teenage self weeps. So yeah, looking forward to more. And if you’re ever swinging through STL hit me up. We’ll kick it.
I’ll definitely PM you if and when I drive to Chicago again, because I often find myself getting really groggy around STL and wanting to stop for a while. I never fly up there because, well, I hate the TSA (“Pistole’s Perverts” as a friend calls them) and find flying within the country to be a lousy value for money.
And who knows, maybe I’ve since been added to the “no-fly list” too…what the hell did R.M. have to do in order to get on that? Oh, that’s right, they don’t have to tell you why.
I also wince when having to riff on Martin, because he did go out of his way to accommodate me in certain situations - like getting me in to 21 and over venues when I was years away from that magic number, or letting me stay in the spare rooms at the Invisible compound when my roommates were being insufferable idiots. Through him, I met some of the greatest friends I’ve met in my life, as well as some of my key influences up to that point.
But ultimately it seems he has ended up on the wrong side of the ‘cosmic balance sheet,’ or what have you. The important lesson for me is that, had he gone a different artistic direction post-1997 than what he did (getting into these corny ventures like the Suicide Girls, actually caring about product placement at Hot Topic etc.), I might still be giving him the benefit of the doubt where these claims of his wrongdoing are concerned. Our aesthetic outlooks seem to influence our moral judgements to a significant degree.
Also (merging replies a little), I had plans to put a long interview with Rosemary in my first book, in a chapter that would be on “women in extreme music,” but I eventually, wisely decided against that. Few of the women I’ve talked to in that milieu actually play up their gender or any form of identity politics (this is usually done after the fact by po-faced journalists), so I decided not to put them on a literally separate page out of respect.
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His real name is Johnny Cash, no shit. He opened up a show for Bushwick Bill last year
I won’t ever bother listening to his noise junk.
No need to.
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Did I mention he has a huge tattoo on his forearm that just says “Comic Sans” written in Times New Roman typeface? Dude is serious about absurdity.
[reply]Getting back to the original post, yes we had a thread like this before,
Whoa! Vintage Gerda era.
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Is she pretty much gone from Prongs for good? I was browsing some of her posts and just fascinated by her unique communicative style.
There should be a contest to see who can write a post that is indistinguishable from one of hers, kind of like those “Turing Tests” done to see if computer-generated communication can be distinguished from a human’s.
She’d have to be the contest judge, of course.
There should be a contest to see who can write a post that is indistinguishable from one of hers, kind of like those “Turing Tests” done to see if computer-generated communication can be distinguished from a human’s.
She’d have to be the contest judge, of course.
I don’t think we ever had a specific thread for it, but I remember trading off GERDA HAIKUS with some other cats here for a bit.
Is she gone for good? I don’t know. Can’t say for sure. She used to re-surface again after sometime and would have a new username. She’d be really smooth and stay undercover . . . for about 3.9 seconds.
I wish she would come back. She’s awesome.
I don’t think we ever had a specific thread for it, but I remember trading off GERDA HAIKUS with some other cats here for a bit.
Is she gone for good? I don’t know. Can’t say for sure. She used to re-surface again after sometime and would have a new username. She’d be really smooth and stay undercover . . . for about 3.9 seconds.
I wish she would come back. She’s awesome.
She definitely has to be a character in the novel I’ve long been considering. With name changed to protect the “innocent.” I spent far longer than I should have gazing astonished at the 2011 posting wars that involved her.
I’ve seen message boards bring out the worst in people and distort their personalities in unpredictable ways, but I must honestly say Gerda - whoever she really is - has carved out some niche in e-communications that is completely her own.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone who explicitly asks others to ‘ask me anything,’ then browbeats them when they do ask questions, then dissolves into a mess of non-sequiturs, name-dropping of unrecognizable quasi-celebrities, insults, and “boasts” that are merely reports of her daily routine. Oh, and the classic disaffected “I can’t be bothered with this shit” attitude that is contradicted by her getting extremely offended.
Like you say - for those who are game, she is simply awesome.
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Damn! This boy did his homework, haha!
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Damn! This boy did his homework, haha!
I’m sure I missed a LOT of stuff, but there was one epic DMT trip of a thread in there that had a “greatest hits” feel to it…I read maybe 18 pages into that, realized I’d be up until 7 in the morning if I continued on that path, and somehow managed to break the Gerda trance.
As I sank into unconsciousness, my dream-scapes were graffiti’d over with Gerda-like thought patterns, e.g. “children. some respect please. only went to Sten Hanson’s place (con mi hombre, por supuesto) the other nite, to dig the final mixes of sabine footertrootoo. you all fucking make me laugh.”
OK, enough ragging on Gerda and Martin Atkins (and their book projects both actual and imaginary) for this now. These I found to be interesting reads:
[url www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss/179-9147080-3405446?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=when%20she%20was%20bad&ajr=2]“When She Was Bad: Violent Women and The Myth of Innocence” by Patricia Pearson
[url /www.amazon.com/Funniest-One-Room-Lives-Legends/dp/1556527128/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1402091658&sr=1-1&keywords=the+funniest+one+in+the+room]“The Funniest One in the Room: The Lives and Legends of Del Close” by Kim Howard Johnson
[url http://www.amazon.com/Anger-Unauthorized-Biography-Kenneth/dp/0060167009/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1402091882&sr=1-7&keywords=kenneth+anger] “Anger: The Unauthorized Biography of Kenneth Anger” by Bill Landis (yeah, 'tis a re-read, but it deserves a second go-round.)
OK, enough ragging on Gerda
I never gave gerda shit while she was here/or after she left. She was cool when she first got here posting as special ed. but when she came out of cognito she really started posting some weird ass shit.
Out of respect for Paul I never ripped on his wife but I certainly didn’t defend her odd posts either.
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Damn! This boy did his homework, haha!
I’m sure I missed a LOT of stuff, but there was one epic DMT trip of a thread in there that had a “greatest hits” feel to it…I read maybe 18 pages into that, realized I’d be up until 7 in the morning if I continued on that path, and somehow managed to break the Gerda trance.
As I sank into unconsciousness, my dream-scapes were graffiti’d over with Gerda-like thought patterns, e.g. “children. some respect please. only went to Sten Hanson’s place (con mi hombre, por supuesto) the other nite, to dig the final mixes of sabine footertrootoo. you all fucking make me laugh.”[/reply]
If you get bored of Gerda action just look up threads about Maynard James Keenan. They’re always good fun too.
If you get bored of Gerda action just look up threads about Maynard James Keenan. They’re always good fun too.
I took your advice, and after a few pages I ended up throwing on “The End” by the Doors, staring blankly at my whirling ceiling fan and mouthing “the horror…the horror…” That thread is a down-river journey into the heart of message board darkness.
I’d better out myself as a Merzbow supporter here just to get it out of the way (as I think an item in the Merzbow discography is where your friend ‘Amlux’’ screen name may come from.) The 'bow himself has a staggering collection of metal records, btw…which he used to blast at extreme volume without comeuppance, since his neighbors thought the ‘weird noises’ coming from his home were just the exotic birds in his aviary acting up again.
Do What Thou Wilt: A Life Of Aleister Crowley by Lawrence Sutin
A good read but sidetracks into mundane and irrelevant information.
I almost feel let down that Crowley wasn’t the “supernatural being with eyes of flame” that rumour and myth have made him out to be.
Tobias Churton’s book is the best.
I’m a big Crowley fan but I look at him more as a badass 19th century/high imperial eccentric than a genuine mystic
Jack Parsons is an interesting one, a disciple of Crowley’s who basically invented solid rocket fuel & was one of NASA’s top people, but by night wrote transgressive philosophy and hosted drawn out occult rituals. The book sex and rockets is really decent
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It took me a while to get around to it, but “Destroy All Movies” has to be one of the best books I’ve ever read on the well-worked-over subject of punk rock and its stylistic offshoots.
The editors went through what seems like an excruciating process of watching every single videotape that might have so much as a glimpse of a mohawk or a safety-pinned earlobe in it.
In the process, they make a surprisingly thought-provoking criticism both of Hollywood’s use as the ‘unruly punk’ as a stock character, and also of real punks’ own confusion as to their own agenda.
The book also takes a hilarious warts-‘n-all approach, reviewing “serious” documentaries like Decline of Western Civilization along with those infectiously dumbass teen movies like Thrashin’.
One of the hidden bonuses is the complete lyrics to the song “I Hate You” that was blasted by the bus-riding punk in “Star Trek IV”.
One of the hidden bonuses is the complete lyrics to the song “I Hate You” that was blasted by the bus-riding punk in “Star Trek IV”.
Ha! I loved that part of the movie.