June came upon us much too soon,
Then was gone.
Gone, like the mountains of the moon
– Spock’s Beard, “June”
Now we’re on a downhill slide through summer. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Had a chance to see one of my favorite recent discoveries, Ghost, in Grand Rapids with my pals Don and Joe.
Ghost put on a great show in a small venue, and Papa was in rare form chatting with the crowd and encouraging us to enjoy our Friday night.
As Don pointed out, it was one of the calmest, most respectful crowds we had ever seen. Everyone was there to have a good time. And there was even a kid! That’s good parenting.
I haven’t been able to shut up about Ghost since discovering them last summer. It was so great to see them perform live. They have the Satanic shtick, but deep down there fantastic musicians and great songwriters.
Her perfume smells like burning leaves.
Every day is Halloween.
Miss you Pete.
“Instead of slashing my wrists, I just write a bunch of really crummy songs.” – Peter Steele, Ink19 interview
I remember it like it was yesterday: Freshman year of college, walking to work at the local elementary, World Coming Down spinning on my portable CD player.
It was 1999, and Type O Negative had a new album out – a gloomy, doom-filled prophecy. It was hard to get in to it at first, especially after the glam-goth love songs of October Rust.
Take “World Coming Down.” It’s basically a dirge, in rock form. Very hard to listen to sometimes. It’s sonic depression.
I remember walking to my job at the school, shuffling through the leaves, trying to make heads or tails of this funeral in my headphones. Everything’s wilting around me, I’m having trouble adjusting to life at college, the weather sucks, and here’s Pete in my ears singing a suicide note.
But now, all these years later, I play this album every autumn, and those slow, death-march songs stick. If you survive eight minutes in, the payoff is just fantastic. Peter Steele really was a fabulous song writer.
“If not being used, then you’re a user – and a loser.”
It’s Type O Negative season, friends.
I feel like Florence + The Machine’s second album, Ceremonials, is probably perfect. Nearly every song on the album could be a single, and it’s full of hooks, melodies, and drama.
But get this: almost every song on the album is a video.
“Shake It Off,” above (and my favorite). “What the Water Gave Me.”
And then there’s “Spectrum.”
Ceremonials is one of those albums where every song almost was a single. Six videos out of a 12-song album? Jiminy.