Wave Gotik Treffen: Part Zwei

What better time to write another Wave Gotik Treffen post than on this hideously rainy, dark, depressing, finals-filled day?

Since Wave Gotik Treffen is this weekend in Leipzig, Germany, I would like to celebrate all things  Gothic by posting some of the highlights from previous years.

Leipzig, Germany, Wave Gotik Treffen, WGT

Leipzig, Germany, Wave Gotik Treffen, WGT, City Hall

Leipzig, Germany, Wave Gotik Treffen, WGT, Dark Flower, Darkflower

Leipzig, Germany, Wave Gotik Treffen, WGT, Hocico

Leipzig, Germany, Wave Gotik Treffen, WGT, Dreamside

Leipzig, Germany, Wave Gotik Treffen, WGT, 2009

Leipzig, Germany, Wave Gotik Treffen, WGT

All of these photos were borrowed from SadGoth.com which is a great Web site if you’re looking for an unofficial guide to Wave Gotik Treffen. It features all the basics on how to get to Leipzig, where to stay, Newbie dos and don’ts, costs, and much more. I highly recommend it for anyone who’s even remotely curious about WGT.

My favorite make-up artist on YouTube, MissChievous, also has a Gothic make-up tutorial that I’ve posted here.

Hope you’ve enjoyed exploring the dark side a little further. Feel free to leave comments on anything you would like to see more of or any helpful suggestions you might have.

-Sarah

Throwin’ the Horns: Ronnie James Dio

I remember my first experience with Ronnie James Dio. I was sitting on the couch in my living room watching South Park with my dad and who else is playing at the kids’ school dance but Dio. “Most excellent!” said Dad as we watched on in amazement.

Last Sunday, May 16, 2010 Ronnie James Dio died at age 67 after a seven month battle with stomach cancer. Dio left behind his wife Wendy and his adopted son Dan from a previous marriage.

The owner of one of the most powerful voices in rock ‘n’ roll history, Dio was offered a scholarship to the Julliard School of Music, but turned it down in pursuit of his career in all things metal.

Dio, Ronnie James Dio, Elf, 1974

Ronnie James Dio performing with Elf in August 1974

Elf was the opening act for Deep Purple, a band popularly known for its song “Smoke on the Water.” After leaving Deep Purple, guitarist Ritchie Blackmore recruited Dio and several others to form the band Rainbow with which Dio recorded three albums. Then, in 1979, Dio left Rainbow and joined Black Sabbath replacing Ozzy Osbourne.

Ronnie James Dio, Dio, Black Sabbath, England

Dio with Black Sabbath in England in June, 1980

After leaving Black Sabbath, Ronnie James Dio formed the band Dio in October 1982. Their debut album “Holy Diver” featured two hit singles “Holy Diver” and “Rainbow in the Dark.”

Dio, Ronnie James Dio, 1983

Dio in Los Angeles in 1983

Deemed “satanic” by many Christians, Ronnie James Dio popularized the legendary symbol of rock, the devil horns.

Devil Horns, Rock 'n' Roll, Metal, Rock

Dio in 1986

In October 2006, Ronnie James Dio and several members of Black Sabbath formed the band Heaven & Hell, which released the album “The Devil You Know.”

Although the song “Holy Diver” has been covered by many bands including Sum 41 and Tenacious D, Killswitch Engage’s version is by far the most metal.

Although he is no longer here to melt faces with his powerful vocals and electrifying stage presence, he will rock on in our hearts forever. You will be missed, Ronnie James Dio.

Dio, Ronnie James Dio, Sunrise, Florida, devil horns, rock 'n' roll, metal

Dio backstage in Sunrise, Fla. on September 24, 2007

Scar Tissue: Part I

I’ve recently started reading Scar Tissue, a memoir by Anthony Kiedis, the lead singer of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Scar Tissue, Larry Sloman, Anthony Kiedis, Red Hot Chili Peppers

It’s a great read filled with–you guessed it–sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. However, there are a few things that irk me that I have to get off my chest.

First, the book is written by Anthony Kiedis with Larry Sloman. I’m not really sure how the world of book-writing works, but it’s very confusing because I’m never quite sure who’s voice I’m reading. For example, at one point in the first chapter, Kiedis describes his mother as being “cuter than the dickens.” Really? Cuter than the dickens? What is this, 1820? I can’t tell if this is Kiedis speaking, or Sloman’s adaptation of Kiedis’ description.

Second, Kiedis has a great vocabulary. This isn’t a problem, but it’s definitely weird to read about some girl getting on her knees for a blow job and then reading the words “reconnoitering”, “clime” or “ilk” in the next paragraph.

Next, Kiedis tends to use the same words and phrases to describe things. For example, whenever he needs money for something, he always has to “scrape together” the money. That phrase is used on about every other page. Also, whenever Kiedis is describing the 1980s L.A. architecture, he always calls the buildings “classic.” It gets old after a while.

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I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer. I really do enjoy reading this book. I was just disappointed in a few things and wanted to call attention to them.

At the same time, the passages about drug use are brutally honest and sometimes hard to read. Here is one example:

“I had been fastidious about using sterile rigs and sterile cotton when I first started shooting up, but by now I didn’t care much. If I had to, I’d use a syringe that I found in the street. Instead of sterilized cotton, I’d use a section of my sock or, more commonly, the filter of a cigarette. At first I’d use only sterilized spring water to dissolve the stuff in, but now I’d just pull the back off a toilet or look for a lawn sprinkler or even a puddle.” – Scar Tissue, p. 141-142

After reading this passage, I wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, and crawl up under the covers and hide.

Savannah Record and ‘Zine Fair

Savannah, vinyl, record fair, 'zine, zine

I’m really excited about the 2010 Savannah Record and ‘Zine Fair on Saturday April 10. It will be held at River Club from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. I went to the one last October and had a blast. I met some really cool people and bought some awesome records for cheap. Here’s the article I wrote on the ‘Zine Fair:

Vinyl, Mustaches, and Sean Connery at the 2009 Savannah Record and ‘Zine Fair

By Sarah

SCAD students and Savannah residents flocked to the Savannah Record and ‘Zine Fair on Saturday October 24, 2009 from 10 a.m. – 6 p.m. at the Oglethorpe House ballroom to browse the record and CD collections and to purchase ‘zines. The vendors at the fair included:

  • District
  • SCAD Radio
  • Loose Lucy’s
  • Cat’s Music and DVDs from Charleston
  • Jesse Lockman
  • Mustache Magazine
  • many other ‘zine self-publishers

Both doors to the ballroom were open and the cool, wet breeze was wafting through the ballroom. Filled with hipsters, sequential students, tattooed people, and average Joes, the room vibrated with the sounds of SCAD Radio broadcasting live.

Is vinyl really better?

“I love vinyl,” said Galen Hudson, district manager of Cat’s Music and DVDs. “I’ve always been a vinyl fanatic. I prefer vinyl to CDs and I definitely prefer it to mp3. The sound can’t be beat. The experience is better.”

Many vinyl enthusiasts maintain that the analog format of music is superior to digital because it provides a richer, warmer tone. Higher frequencies, such as vocals and cymbals, tend to sound thin and harsh on digital, while they sound more natural on vinyl.

Mustache Magazine

Olivia Accardo, a film major, and her roommate Genevieve Chasty, a photography major, are both first-year SCAD students from Hopatcong, N.J. They, along with Natalie Cutitta, a student at the University of New Jersey, self-publish Mustache Magazine, a zine devoted to underground music in New Jersey. They plan to focus the next edition of Mustache Magazine on the Savannah music scene.

Sean Connery’s out of T.P.

“The Everyday Sean Connery” is a zine published by Graham Abbott and Hannah Gregus, who are both fourth-year illustration majors. Abbott is from Buffalo, N.Y. and Gregus is from Charlotte, Mich. The first page of the zine shows Connery saying, “Wier aout of tchoilet peipa!” “He’s just one of us and, you know, he runs out of toilet paper too,” said Abbott.

Mustache Magazine

Genevieve Chasty (left) and Olivia Accardo (right) holding up editions of Mustache Magazine.

The Life: Spring Break 2010

After the extreme fun and excitement of deleting my Myspace account, I decided to head outdoors and enjoy the beautiful Florida weather. Although the days were warm, the nights were a bit chilly and I was kicking myself for only bringing a light sweater to protect me from the 58 degree frozen tundra.

My Spring break went a little something like this:

Thursday 3/11/10: Juarez $2 happy hour margaritas, dancing, writers’ party, Congress St., closed down the Jinx, and a warm shot of well whiskey that resulted in a quick puke. Off to a good start.

Frozen Margaritas, tequila, watermelon

Pay no mind to the watermelon.

Friday 3/12/10: Drive home to Melbourne, FL.

Sunday 3/14/10: Margaritas by the pool.

pool, Florida, palm tree, palm trees

Tuesday 3/16/10: Surf day. Oz and Dave decided to paddle out.

surf boards, surf, wax, sex wax, long board

surfing, surf, Melbourne Beach, Florida

I stayed behind to catch some sun. Unfortunately the clouds came out and the wind picked up, so I shivered for the entire hour. While I was shivering, a pelican landed about eight feet away from me.

Pelican

So that was pretty cool.

Friday 3/19/10: Badfish concert, House of Blues in Orlando. Badfish is a Sublime tribute band. If you close your eyes while they’re playing, it almost sounds like Bradley Nowell is up on stage singing his heart out. What an awesome experience.

Near the end of the concert, the lead singer, Pat Downes, walked off the stage. Just when everyone was like what the fuck, Downes rolled on stage in this contraption:

I found out later that it’s called a Zorb. If you have $1300 lying around and would like to purchase me one, that would be fantastic.

Saturday 3/20/10: Oz, his cousin Terry and I headed to down Jupiter, FL (about an hour south of Melbourne) where Terry lives. For the next couple of days it was fish city.

puffer fish, Jupiter

First catch of the day: Oz caught a little puffer fish. It was cool because you could hear the fish make little sucking sounds while he puffed up to ward off the predators (us).

Red Snapper

Second catch: Terry and his beautiful red snapper.

sting ray

sting ray

Shortly after, Oz reeled in a little sting ray. The ray was pissed and was whipping that tail around left and right. [Insert Steve Irwin joke here.] To unhook him, we had to pin his barb down with a broom. He was happy to be back in the water after that ordeal.

The next day, I caught what the boys thought was a perch. I really have no idea what it was but it was fun to catch.

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I hope you enjoyed my adventures. It’s sad to think that now that I’m graduating college I’ll never have another Spring break again!

Rich people, Chubs, and just saying “Phuket”

Tuesday afternoon Oz and I made the two hour journey down south to see a few bands play. We did the same thing we always do when we go down to Boca Raton: gawk at rich people. Their cars, houses, offices, boats. Nothing is safe. After walking around the mall and laughing at all the things we can’t buy, we decided to take a drive down to Deerfield beach.

Do you ever think that some people just have TOO much money?

A law office on Federal Highway

Then, to kill some time before the show, we went for a stroll through Target. A Target that has two stories (!).  At the risk of looking like a country bumpkin, I had to snag a picture. Don’t worry, I hid in the candle aisle. I don’t think anyone saw me.

An escalator? In TARGET?

After that, we hopped in the car and headed to Nick’s house where we dumped off our stuff and got pretty:

From there it was a quick car ride to downtown Ft. Lauderdale to Revolution Live where Emory, August Burns Red, an Underoath were playing.

Once we got our tickets scanned and wristbands attached, we headed into the mouth of hell. It was about 120 degrees inside the club and the air was so wet and heavy it felt like it would crush you to the floor. The first band was finishing its set, but it already smelled like sweaty hair. As we pushed through the crowd, I started taking mental notes on all of the ridiculous people that were there. I noted several different types of people:

  • 12-year-old girls with fake IDs, miniskirts and black hooker boots. They mostly tried to look cool while getting pushed around and spilling their beer on each other.
  • Long-haired, sweaty, shirtless guys who were moshing on the lower level.
  • Tall, gangly guys wearing baggy ’90s Jnco jeans, black mesh T-shirts and as many chains as they could physically carry.
  • Emo losers with multiple lip rings and black hair matted down to one side with sweat.
  • A random high school math teacher who was there by himself.

Once we’d pushed our way to a spot where we could see the stage, the drums started beating, the band was on stage and the crowd went insane. The whole room reverberated with the sound of August Burns Red and you could feel the bass in your heart. The crowd pushed back and forth while people flew through the air.

August Burns Red

Unfortunately, all we had was Oz’s camera phone to document the concert with. Our favorite band member was the chubby guitarist, Brent Rambler,  who was wearing a light blue polo T-shirt, jeans and flip-flops. He rocked the shit.

Win.

August Burns Red had a really clean sound. The bass was tight and there was very little distortion on the vocals, which were much deeper in person than on the album. While the breakdowns rumbled, Jake Luhrs, the lead singer, swung his microphone around on the wire and jumped up on the front speaker. He screamed as loud as he could and beat his chest to the beat of the double bass. At one point during the set, Rambler even broke a guitar string, but the other guitarist picked up his part and the performance was seamless. They saved the best two songs, “Back Burner” and “Composure” for last. A stellar performance.

After their set, we pushed our way outside to get some air. What really sucked was that the “porch” was a twelve by twelve foot space with about 40 people crammed into it. Everyone was smoking and ashing on each other. Then it was back inside for Underoath. Neither of us were super thrilled about seeing them, but we stayed for a few songs. However, when it started smelling like a hot pile of garbage, it was time to leave. I really think somebody shat themselves.

After the concert we got some much needed Slurpies at 7-Eleven and drove back up to Boca. There we saw my favorite sign of the day:

When you just don’t care anymore: Phuket Thai.

 

Wave Gotik Treffen: Let’s go!

I’ve wanted to go to Europe for a very long time. I find myself becoming extremely jealous when I hear other people’s tales of backpacking and European adventures. Oz and I often discuss going to Scotland so he can visit his home country — his mother’s maiden name is Dewar, as in Dewar’s scotch whiskey.

It was a strange morning, yet kind of normal for us. We listened to Darkwave, VNV Nation, and Johnny Vicious house mixes while I made breakfast. Then, Oz brought up Wave Gotik Treffen, the world’s largest festival for “dark culture,” which takes place in Leipzig, Germany every May 21-24.

Upon first glance, it looks like a Hot Topic festival.

Smiles: a rare thing at WGT.

But this is the real deal, folks.

At Wave Gotik Treffen, there are a variety of people. From Victorian Goths to gutter punks, to steampunks, there’s a little something for everyone. But it’s not just about the clothes and make-up, it’s about the music. WGT offers more than 150 bands and artists from various backgrounds  such as Gothic rock, EBM, Industrial, Noise, Darkwave, Neofolk, Neoclassical, Medieval Music, Experimental, Gothic metal, Deathrock and Punk.

Oz and I are both kind of scared of the festival, but we’re also very intrigued. I’d love to go experience something completely different like that, if only for the fact that I could blog about it after. Plus, Oz looks great in eyeliner.

Wedding Dance!

This past weekend I went to two weddings.  The first wedding was for two friends of mine that I went to high school with, Carissa and D-Rob (short for Daniel Robert).  Since Oz was a groomsman in the wedding, I had the inside scoop on what would go down during the ceremony:

(Unfortunately, the video got cut off, but Oz did a cartwheel and an air split during the intro.)

The bride decided that they would dance down the aisle just like the really famous YouTube video that was parodied on a recent episode of “The Office.” Only they didn’t use the same song, they used Jay Sean’s “Down,” which I think was a good choice.

The reception was fun, it was like a mini high school reunion. There was an open bar (FYI: Seagram’s grape vodka and Sprite taste just like a Pixie stick), a photo booth, and a crazy DJ that looked exactly like Doc Brown from “Back to the Future.” We danced all night and a good time was had by all.

 

What I’m listening to

As I was listening to my Simon and Garfunkel radio station on Pandora, I came across a song by Paul Simon called “Peace like a river,” and it struck a chord within me. The sad, conflicted, lilting guitar combined with the interesting lyrics are captivating.  It’s a sharp contrast to Paul’s normally happy, upbeat songs. I think that’s why I like it so much.

“Ah, peace like a river ran through the city
Long past the midnight curfew
We sat starry-eyed
Ooh, oh,we were satisfied
O-o-oh, And I remember
Misinformation followed us like a plague
Nobody knew from time to time
If the plans were changed
Oh, oh, oh, if the plans were changed.

You can beat us with wires
You can beat us with chains
You can run out your rules
But you know you can’t outrun the history train
I seen a glorious day, aiee——

Ah, four in the morning
I woke up from out of my dreams
Nowhere to go but back to sleep
But I’m reconciled
Oh, oh, oh, I’m going to be up for a while
Oh, oh, oh, I’m going to be up for a while

Oh, oh, oh, I’m going to be up for a while.”

If you’re in a music rut or just want to listen to something classic, I really recommend the Simon and Garfunkel radio station on Pandora. It features music from Paul Simon, James Taylor, The Beatles, Cat Stevens, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, and many more.