Last night I went to another concert. In the past few months I’ve been on a roll, going to live shows for Television, Front 242 and Gary Numan. Last minute a friend had an extra ticket to the sold out event at Brooklyn Bazaar to see Clan of Xymox. Here’s the strange part. I had a suspicion I was going to attend that concert. This was despite the fact I didn’t get advance tickets. Lo and behold, it was meant to be, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Two years ago around this time, my mother started to decline in health. By October 2015, she had passed away. The distraction was welcome indeed.
I’ve been in and out of the Goth subculture since I was 15 years old. My discovery of Gothic was by accident. It was my original intention to explore the ’80s Punk scene, as I was checking out for example, the Hardcore matinee at CBGB’s every Sunday afternoon. There I saw bands like Corrosion Of Conformity and Government Issue. Yes, those were the days. That phase didn’t last long with me. Something about Goth lured me in. As Siouxsie and The Banshees replaced Culture Club as a favorite band, I began to get more curious about anything Deathrock related. Soon I was meeting like minded people as I was attending concerts by The Cure back in 1985. Felt more aligned with other Goth peers than the Punks. Another factor was back in those days, you had to be careful around the hardcore scene. The violence was turning me off. The original Gothic (now known as “traditional” or “old school”) aesthetic was definitely more pleasing to the eye. Propaganda Magazine was another influence. Eventually I focused all my energy towards anything Batcave.
When I was 18 or 19, eventually I got into other genres of music. Which is only natural. Yet it’s like that horribly corny line from the film The Godfather Part III. You know that line when the Michael Corleone character says : ” Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in.” Which was my case with Goth. I’ve been dipping in and out of the local Goth scene since the late ’90s, but nothing really serious. In 2011 I was inadvertently dragged to a local Goth club party. An American expat from Germany had just came back to the U.S. He was DJing at a local event and wanted some company, which was me. That was my real introduction back towards anything Post-Punk.
Clan of Xymox at Brooklyn Bazaar March 24 2018. Bad cell phone photo by Michele Witchipoo. .
Clan of Xymox at Brooklyn Bazaar March 24 2018. Taken with cellphone by Michele Witchipoo.
So where I am going with this? Good question. Today I’m just typing with a flow of consciousness state of mind. Probably because the Clan of Xymox concert was better than I expected, so it’s still fresh. Then I realized after all these years, I never did a Psycho Bunny sketch where he was Goth. So there you have it.
Here’s the Psycho Bunny sketch of the week for Monday, March 25, 2018.
This past Saturday was March 17th. Otherwise known as St. Patrick’s Day. Just learned about another saint who shares the same day as St. Paddy. She’s Saint Gertrude of Nivelles. She’s the patron saint of cats, travelers and the mentally ill.
Now I’m not Catholic. I’m more informed about Pagan deities than Catholic Saints. However when it comes to spirituality, everything connects. In fact, saints are often used for decoys for various deities in other belief systems. That’s a whole other subject itself.
This saint is not to be confused with another saint of the same name, Saint Gertrude The Great, who was a German Benedictine, mystic, and theologian. This particular Saint Gertrude of Nivelles has a different story. Recently her name has been spread on the Internet as the saint of felines. So next you’re spending quality time with your kitty, give Saint Gertrude a little thanks.
The concert was amazing. Here’s some photos of the two opening bands.
Then of course, here’s two badly taken photos of Mac Sabbath before my cellphone ran out of battery juice.
So now I’m a Mac Sabbath fan for life. Quite frankly, I thought Mac Sabbath was better live than Black Sabbath themselves. When I saw Black Sabbath in concert in 2001 on the Ozzfest line-up, I wasn’t impressed. Mac Sabbath on the other hand was brilliant. If Metal parodies about fast food is your thing.
Now I have classic Sabbath songs stuck in my head. Only like the very early stuff right up until Ozzy left and Dio replaced him. In turn, this influenced the Psycho Bunny sketch of the week.
So last night the Oscars was broadcast last night on American TV.
When I was a child, the Oscars was everything. Loved the pomp and circumstance, the red carpet gowns, the suspense, the thrill of winning an award, etc. Got so wrapped up in the Hollywood fantasy. It was a world me and you could never touch, but despite this, it symbolized that dreams do come true.
I couldn’t care less.
Perhaps it’s due to the declining quality of American mainstream releases. Don’t get me wrong. I still love the cinema. The ritual of going to the actual theater still is more appealing than catching a film a year later on Netflix. Unfortunately the cons are outweighing the pros. Ticket prices in NYC are so expensive. My latest preference is the Alamo Drafthouse in Brooklyn. If you get up at the crack of dawn, you can catch an early matinee in Times Square. With cheap matinee tickets comes the risk bringing home bed bugs. No thank you.
There’s a reason why people “Netflix and chill.”
As I’ve become much more selective in where I purchase my film tickets, something else happened to me recently. On Facebook I had posted an article relating to #metoo. Somehow a certain film director’s mother who just happened to be on my Facebook friend list became furious that I had re-posted the article. She blasted me online. A case of shooting the messenger rather than the source. When she asked me who was I, my response was something like ‘I don’t know – you were the one who had sent me the friends request a few months ago…you should know.’ Thus I was promptly blocked.
So after a few laughs, we looked up her name on IMDb. Turns out she was the mother of a famous film director. More incredibly, I was a fan of that particular director. Now every time I come across one of his films, I’m going to think about that exchange with his mom. ‘Tis a small world after all. That was some straight up TMZ shit right there.
Anyway. Here’s the Psycho Bunny sketch of The Week.