Thursday, December 30, 2010

60 Posts, 800 Hits, 1 Punch to the Kidney and a Sprinkling of Cannibalism

Those are that stats as claimed...although I think one post may have never been made public, but I am not about to check on that.
I made the mistake of speaking about my kidney being well-behaved and so it struck me down for a couple days. As of tonight though, it appears I have bested my warring innards, and that foul stone-throwing and infection-loving organ has escaped making it's way into some cannibal's steak and kidney pie for the time being. Some days I long for a Tijuana hotel room and an ice wake up with that stupid bastard gone and the complete joke falling upon the poor sap who happens to purchase my faulty kidney on the black market.

Yes, yes, I know...urban legends or wishful thinking.
Other than the kidney issue I had a rather good Christmas/Yule/Whatever winter holiday I celebrate and I did make my way to church on Christmas Eve without catching on fire. I could have gone without the family member's car accident on Christmas Day though.

I've been on a mad reading, writing and editing binge for a while, and was far too amused today that my random playlist brought me “Shut Up and Swallow” by Combichrist, “Spit It Out” by Aesthetic Perfection and “Bleed and Smile” by Hate Dept all in a row as I read Chapter 9 of “Exquisite Corpse” by Poppy Z Brite. I finished that book today.
I used to watch surgery or emergency room documentaries while I ate dinner, a feat that grossed out some friends, but brought others in to meet my challenge...and now I kind of feel like I couldn't watch my beloved head wounds and hands caught in the grinder type shows while eating because I kind of feel like I'll always wonder what they taste like after reading that book.
Pretty sure that's an odd response, especially from someone who has refused to eat tripe, liver, kidney, chittlins, brain, heart, tongue and giblets that I've been offered from the normal creatures featured on the non-Hannibal Lecter food pyramid. In general I don't like how entrails look.
Fava beans also creep me out.
I'm good with Chianti, though...

I think I'm quite done with the cannibal jokes for now... oh, and the Llamas with Hats video kept inappropriately popping into my head while reading "Exquisite Corpse," although if a llama eats people it's not cannibalism, but it is pretty weird.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Nerdy Goodness

I'm working on a short story about mad scientists and took a break for some inexplicable reason to take this nerdy quiz. I've only played D&D a couple times, but it fascinates me.

I Am A: Chaotic Neutral Half-Elf Sorcerer/Rogue (2nd/2nd Level)

Ability Scores:







Chaotic Neutral A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer). A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. He is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it. Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal. However, chaotic neutral can be a dangerous alignment because it seeks to eliminate all authority, harmony, and order in society.

Half-Elves have the curiosity and ambition for their human parent and the refined senses and love of nature of their elven parent, although they are outsiders among both cultures. To humans, half-elves are paler, fairer and smoother-skinned than their human parents, but their actual skin tones and other details vary just as human features do. Half-elves tend to have green, elven eyes. They live to about 180.

Primary Class:
Sorcerers are arcane spellcasters who manipulate magic energy with imagination and talent rather than studious discipline. They have no books, no mentors, no theories just raw power that they direct at will. Sorcerers know fewer spells than wizards do and acquire them more slowly, but they can cast individual spells more often and have no need to prepare their incantations ahead of time. Also unlike wizards, sorcerers cannot specialize in a school of magic. Since sorcerers gain their powers without undergoing the years of rigorous study that wizards go through, they have more time to learn fighting skills and are proficient with simple weapons. Charisma is very important for sorcerers; the higher their value in this ability, the higher the spell level they can cast.

Secondary Class:
Rogues have little in common with each other. While some - maybe even the majority - are stealthy thieves, many serve as scouts, spies, investigators, diplomats, and simple thugs. Rogues are versatile, adaptable, and skilled at getting what others don't want them to get. While not equal to a fighter in combat, a rogue knows how to hit where it hurts, and a sneak attack can dish out a lot of damage. Rogues also seem to have a sixth sense when it comes to avoiding danger. Experienced rogues develop nearly magical powers and skills as they master the arts of stealth, evasion, and sneak attacks. In addition, while not capable of casting spells on their own, a rogue can sometimes 'fake it' well enough to cast spells from scrolls, activate wands, and use just about any other magic item.

Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)

Friday, December 17, 2010

Poem: Fade to Dark

I've been bad about posting and probably will be a bit absent until after New Years. There has been a lot of things to keep me busy recently including this morning's mystery of the errant panic alarm on my car (it has gone off three times today for no apparent reason--the first one at 6:30am, so the neighbors probably hate me).
Time for some high school poetry. I hope it isn't that horrible or painful. This one was written in 10th grade for an assignment. I don't know the grade that I received because I only have the rough draft.

Fade to Dark
J. Lannan

Fade to dark
silence for mere moments
low rumble before me
feet upon the mud
sword in my hand
see the danger in the eyes
glowing orbs within the skull
spin away at a run
the eyes follow
speeding across the earth
running beyond the shimmer of death
growling at my heels
jump forward to grasp the vines
drop down
circle of demons
the blade driven forward
clearing a path
demons to dust
Fade to dark

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Quiet Friends in Granville

Granville's Old Colony Cemetery in November 2010

Friday, December 10, 2010

Epitaph #1

This is not my poem. In fact I don't know who wrote it, but I found it carved upon a large stone in the Old Colony cemetery in Granville, OH--the one off to the right-hand side when you're heading North on 37.
Anyway, I believe that it was on a monument to Horatio G. Mowler who died March 29th 1855.

Our love survives stronger than hope or grief,
It has survived, remains, and will remain;
Time to our poignant anguish brings relief,
And now thy memory is sweet again.
And is not this a pledge of life eterne?
Nature still clinging to her last desire?
Towards our friend the dead our feelings yearn,
To meet him and not part our hearts aspire.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

NYC, weekend of 10-10-10 pictures

Got Fallout: New Vegas finally and fell off the face of the Earth for a couple days. May have played over 7 hours overnight (slept from 7:30am to 10:30am, thanks insomnia). Where is Simon (the Anthropologist that I met outside of Penn Station) to tally all this up and make me feel awkward about my gaming?
Anyway here are my pictures of NYC. I was there for the weekend of 10-10-10, NYCC/NYAF (as previously posted, but re-posted in this set), the X Japan Concert and all the other things that came with the city...including the opportunity to purchase an entirely different kind of X in front of a McDonald's at 5am in Times Square if I had so desired.
No, I didn't take any pictures of the dealers, there were about five of them though. X, heroin, cocaine, weed? A man calling himself the Big Bad Wolf was in that McDonalds too. The on-going joke is that I could have sold poor Cheryl to the Big Bad Wolf if I had felt ambitious.
We did spend the night of 10-9-10 wandering Times Square and the surrounding areas without a hotel for the evening. It was a fantastic place of McDonald's, pubs that were open until 4am, the bag men who sold counterfeit handbags from tarps and more than a few tourists with big yellow death wishes. They were more than willing to tempt fate by standing in the road blocking the path of so many taxis for that perfect picture of sparkly capitalist utopia. Seriously, it was like flies to a bug zapper, or teenage girls to a Twilight vampire.
I did take a couple pictures of Times Square because it was oh so shiny, but did not stand on those elevated platforms to do so, and most certainly did not stand in the middle of the road.

First we have a rather dazed mirror picture of myself before leaving the hotel in NJ. (We stayed at The Madison in Morristown, NJ--It was quite nice, got a really good deal on for that night, and I highly recommend it, even though there was a Bachelor party going on across the hall that reeked of weed.) This is even before the night without sleep...

Now for everything else.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

NYCC/NYAF 2010 Pictures

NYCC/NYAF 2010 pictures, just a few.
Maybe I'll post something Thanksgiving-related later, but for now this is what I have prepared.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Photography: Abstract

Items from my photography class this Fall. My abstract project was probably my favorite aside from the collage project.

This one is a knife block, in case you were wondering.

Here are the rest of my favorites.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Poetry: 11-12-10


scattered along
industrial sites
grey specks
sharply grating

smashed head
seeds bound
stringy orange
strewn asphalt

bits pieces
red coagulant
exposed ribs
entrails highway

Friday, November 12, 2010

What I'm Reading

I've been working on finals, and that's about I'll share a list of what I've been reading through recently. Some I read for school and other items just for my own interests.

"Tales of Simple" Langston Hughes
"The Negro Writer and the Racial Mountain" Langston Hughes
"Blueprint for Negro Writing" Richard Wright
"Black Boy" Richard Wright
"Between the World and Me" Richard Wright
"The Bluest Eye" Toni Morrison
"On the Road" Jack Kerouac
"Holidays on Ice" David Sedaris
"Zombie Haiku" Ryan Mecum
"An Experiment in Misery" Stephen Crane
"The Damned Thing" Ambrose Bierce
"Ballad of Reading Gaol" Oscar Wilde
"The Ambitious Guest" Nathaniel Hawthorne

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Wilde and NaNoWriMo

So, I've been busy trying to collect my thoughts on how I'm going to finish out this quarter of school. In my down time I'm working on my NaNoWriMo contributions. My novella that I'm working on is actually a collection of my New York City travel adventures intermixed with surrealist flash fiction. I draw that parallel because my experiences in New York were arguable surreal. If you want to be writing buddies I am wildecross on that page...and you will soon see how I developed that user name.

I'm a nerd...*waits for the gasps to subside* I know, I know. Hard to believe isn't it. Anyway for Halloween I had three costumes and one of which was Oscar Wilde. If you are unfamiliar with his work you should click and educate yourself. Oh, and Netflix usually has two versions of "The Importance of Being Ernest" on there at any given time, and one version of "The Picture of Dorian Grey."
Anyway here is what he looked like...
Oscar Wilde

And this is me as him...


I entered a costume contest on with my pictures, so that's why I'm holding the signs...and now you can find me over there if you wish. I really need to centralize all of my internet presence. It's pretty far-reaching, so perhaps it may be a bit majestic once I have it all consolidated.

J. Lannan

Monday, November 1, 2010

When life gives you annoyance, long waits and near-death experiences...

...write poetry.
My day in poetry form.

Puppy Wuppy

Wet noses
soft hair
curly, wire,
and smooth
a friend
through and through

A hound
and a beagle
A walk to my car
bounding and free
and barking
I turn askew

They run

I don't really like dogs


Head-on avoidance
Bare fuel
Ten miles over
Two hours
Three minutes
Rounding up
I named it
And Grey
but they were grey
As are we all
a world of shades
Shiny black shoes
grey striped grit
two dollars
five levels
of affliction
if only we could hope
to live
so boldly


I like the roof
the world all around
the city lies before me
I am above them
except those
in the distance

Declaration of Inspiration

We, the artists
in a world that
we are mad
to capture fancy
and not forget
we will stare
life blinks
all fleeting

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

It was a writing prompt, now it's a blog post. And some music

At the Scribes of Lancaster meeting the other day we were asked to write a piece inspired by song lyrics. As I had once again been listening to Jeffree Star I declared my piece "too dirty" and promised to post it here. I added a tiny bit to it, as well. Oh, that picture is just something I saw in Athens under a bridge.

Lollipop Luxury is the name of this song. It really doesn't mean much to me. What makes a lollipop luxurious? Or is that being kind of dirty? The song is pretty filthy actually, and could raise a few... questions. For example: Are celebrities promiscuous by nature? Does the old standard hold true, that everyone who is famous sucked --fill in the blank-- to get where they are? I doubt it, but that's exactly where it goes.
Wouldn't it be easy, wouldn't we all be easy?
To be confident in our abilities, and to write such a cheeky song. Lipgloss and lollipops, superstars and counting on being a celebrity before we're even famous. Does the lipgloss really make a difference? "Lipstick on a pig" was the catchphrase a couple years ago at election time. Still, icing on a cupcake may improve things if you're into that sort of thing, but dressing up a dry cake with more sugar can't hide the fact that it was bad in the first place. Not all that pleasant when you think about it. Call it gourmet, go ahead. Maybe someone will believe you.
Lipstick or not, still a pig.
Lipgloss or not, still sucking on your favorite euphemism.
Not all that sweet, is it? Unless you're into that sort of thing.

And now I will prove that I listen to music other than Jeffree Star...
hmm, I think I need to make a Halloween playlist

Friday, October 22, 2010


I went to a park last weekend, so here are some interesting ducks. They don't really fit into anything that I'm working on. They're just ducks.
They all thought we had food for them, but we did not.
I am the duck deceiver.
That one didn't even know that I took it's picture, because I'm sneaky like that. Maybe it was just bird ignorant.

This is one picture I'm using for the High Contrast of my portrait mid-term. The color was a little screwed up because the camera was set to "Vivid" and apparently "vivid" means lots of green and yellow to my little camera. So I went in to photoshop and played with the color balance and contrast a little.

And these are not ducks at all, but will be filling in the role of Self-Portrait and Texture on my portrait midterm. So, there you go.

I'll go back to my work now,

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Art 112: Annie Leibovitz Project

Here are the photos I chose to present for my Annie Leibovitz-style photo project, and I added a couple extras too since I bothered to edit them a little. For this project I had a non-existent budget, but a lot of leaves. I probably looked like a loon collecting leaves from the front of the house, bagging them up and tossing them into a neat pile in the backyard.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Can't think of a name, so I'll call this post "Fred"

Wow, I disappeared there for a while, again.

What I have been doing in no particular order:
Going to college again, and all things associated with it
Dealing with drama
Freaking out over being separated from my laptop due to power cord melting
Writing, a lot
Taking pictures of stuff
Planning a weekend trip to NYC (X Japan and ComicCon, don't hate)
Discovering that driving too fast is an expensive hobby

Here are some pictures:

Monday, September 20, 2010

Essay: Old Pervs, Still Pervs

I promised to move my bits and pieces from the top of the blog postings, but I have no idea if this is any better. This was inspired by a writing prompt in my Creative Non-Fiction class. It was not until today that I realized that my life has some odd stories.

Essay: Old Pervs, Still Pervs

"You could never be a bridesmaid with that tattoo on your ankle," the man said to me, and it was a rather bold statement considering that I reached that age to have a lot of friends of approved marrying age, and to have one failed marriage under my belt already.
He had been talking to my supervisor, but shifted focus to me. I looked back at him from folding shirts on the counter, "Oh, my friends don't care really about how many tattoos I have. I have a lot more actually."
He leaned forward and dropped his tone, "Oh, you must be into pain," and down to a menacing whisper, "come with me."
My boss was right there, and this man appeared to be close to her nearly seventy years. I smiled and turned away, my manager laughed nervously, but the man had just smiled with a charm that struck me as odd. What could I actually say to this comment though? I enjoy telling the whole shocking, uncomfortable and sometimes painful truth because no one really expects that, but I had never had someone blatantly try to out me while at work. My mind began to wander as to where the comment came from. Was it simply a joke? Did he actually assume this? Did he know something? Had he seen me at the clubs? His tone seemed too curious as to what I was into. Was my silence a submission, or admission of some guilt?
I don't recall where the conversation went from here, my brain checked out. I was too struck by the idea that perverts do age. In my little fantasy land the odd people were young, lithe and beautiful all the time. I never tossed age in as a factor, but now I do. Oh, and when I saw Trigger the Human Pony do a show, my attention moved to the fact that he was wearing what I know as "Old Man Socks" pulled halfway up his calves, underpants and a leather harness. And once again I was a bit traumatized.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Poem: Vicodin Stars

A free verse poem written under the influence of pain meds and inspired by my recent ER visit. Fair warning, if you don't want to read about my more exotic piercings, then don't read the poem.

Vicodin Stars

Soft Jazz
computer error beep
the bed must be flat
they don't understand
her pain sounds like an orgasm
her movements collapse
quit showing off
suffer more gracefully
sounds like voice box
cancer reminders
of smoking
CT whirring, spinning
look away
pretty Asian doctor
I feel like a tourist
the piercing talk again
I can't remember
what my clit looked like
without the jewelry
why wouldn't people want
their genitals pierced?
for their three-minute sex
my faded pink hair
If only I had Jeffree Star
Beauty Killer lullaby
nausea over pink basin
wishing I had done my
makeup before this

This song was stuck in my head while I was hanging out feeling like I might pass out in the ER, and besides being sick, all I could think about was how faded my hair was. Odd fixations. I'm remedying my pink hair inadequacies now. Hopefully I can post some more writing or art-related items tomorrow, but we'll see how the medication is treating me. Enjoy.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

So Your Character has... A Playlist in Their Head

This is a series of posts that I'm writing leading up to my presentation covering Character Development at the Scribes of Lancaster meeting on Monday the 13th of September, 2010. Which is tomorrow, by the way.

So Your Character has... A Playlist in Their Head

Sorry, about missing the post yesterday, but I'll make up for it today and try to get two postings on here today.

Music usually plays an important role in most people's lives, and can say a lot about a person. You can also apply musical tastes to your characters. Maybe they only listen to gospel, or listen to gospel on Sundays and rap during the week. I'm thinking about that duality of zoning out to booty shaking videos on BET one night and waking up to find some fire and brimstone preacher on there at six in the morning, or whatever time that was. Maybe they're a classical music elitist snob. Or, is there a kind of stereotypically dense metal head in your cast of characters? Someone who subscribes to a lifestyle commonly associated with political punk? Is your protagonist a 1920's communist who believes that folk music is the true music of the people. Is your villain the "rockabilly devil"?
Oh, wait that's one of my villains.

So it goes, I like to use playlists when developing characters. It can also help to listen to these playlists when writing mostly about a particular character. I usually make my playlists on YouTube, but you could use an mp3 player, or any media player or iTunes. There are a few ways of sorting these lists:

1st Method:
Select songs that you think your character would listen to. Simple enough right?

2nd Method:
Select songs that fit that characters for particular scenes that they are involved in, or songs that describe their relationships with other characters.

3rd Method:
Playlists can be used to create a feel for the whole story and can help you condition yourself to work on a particular story. Music on, brain prepared to focus on that story. A conditioned response kind of like Pavlov's dogs, but less drooling hopefully.

So, I previously mentioned the process for naming my character Alistair and this is his playlist, you can draw your own inferences from this, but this is an example.

This is a story playlist. This one is for a short story involving Alistair and the so-called "rockabilly devil" villain, so I picked songs that each individual character may be into, but also songs that go along with different scenes in the short story.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

So your character has... A Personality

This is a series of posts that I'm writing leading up to my presentation covering Character Development at the Scribes of Lancaster meeting on Monday the 13th of September.

So you're character has... A Personality.

Sorry, this one is going to be a bit lacking for witty commentary and detail, one of my children graciously gifted me a really bad cold, just what I needed for the first week back to college. This is going to be a really quick thing because I just want to get this out there. Personality quizes can be a fun and easy way to get to know your characters. Answer the questions from their perspective. I know there are a lot of these things online, but Blog Things is by far my favorite. So here are these links--
Personality Blogthings

The most useful being What's Your Personality Type?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

So your character has...A Name

This is a series of posts that I'm writing leading up to my presentation covering Character Development at the Scribes of Lancaster meeting on Monday the 13th of September.

So your character has... A Name

Of course they do. Everything has a name, so it only makes sense that you would name a character unless you're writing some experimental stuff, or a Choose Your Own Adventure book. Consider the type of character and their personality before naming them.

Give the name some depth, and make sure that it fits them (unless the name is meant to purposely not fit them, for example a Boy Named Sue, or a body builder named Tiny). I personally like symbolism and drawing from unlikely sources.
I'm going to explain the convoluted method I used for naming my character Alistair. First, I wanted a character that would, on the surface, fit into an uppity, Romantic Gothic stereotype. I knew what he looked like in my mind before naming him. The catch though is that this guy is actually a demon, and was part of a noble 17th Century British family. I also wanted his name to be a little uncommon for his era, making him an outsider even when he was a normal human, and it had to have an unlikely meaning because he is an anti-hero.
I googled "demon names" and found a list--which I cannot find again, but oh well.
I gave a brief look over names from England in my copy of "The Best Baby Names in the World"(which are neatly sorted by country). Not listed in that book (under the name it says to see the meaning for Alexandros), but the meaning of the name Alistair is "defender of mankind." Which is kind of funny because my character is notoriously lazy, noncommittal and only really motivated by sex and money. I also checked a list of common names during Early 17th Century England, and found Alexander, which is similar.
I matched this up with the demon named Alastor. An interesting point to choosing this demonic entity to link my character with is that the demon is tied to suicide, which is a topic stereotypically associated with the Gothic subculture, and an act that my character romanticizes since he is immortal.
His last name is Wentworth, an old British name with a family crest featuring the phrase "En Dieu est tout," meaning "In God all things." Which ties into part of the religious commentary of the story that I'm working on.

Some other things to consider--

In a story don't use too many names that sound too similar unless that is the intention. Triplets named Nora, Flora and Zora? Okay, kind of cute. A hodgepodge of characters whose names all start with "A" because that's the first letter you come across when using the baby naming book method. Not so cool. I renamed one of my characters from Hedda to Hedia (both variations from the German name Hedwig meaning contention and strife) because on of my other secondary characters was named Emma.

A good source for historic names would be a cemetery. Read the dates and the names and you can determine a great many things from this information including life expectancy (along with the depressing instances of infant mortality), names found in that time period, ethnic origins, family size. Some old stones have the place the deceased was born, as well as where they died and sometimes a little personal message.

Try not to get cliche, especially when naming superheros or supernatural characters, unless you're using irony. Not every male vampire has to be named after Dracula, or Vlad, or Nosferatu... or Edward. Remember the SNL skit "Goth Talk"? Circe Nightshade and Azrael Abyss? Yes, those are chiche. Stage names can be as silly as they want though.

One odd, but should be obvious, resource for naming characters is plain old Google. Simple enough, right? I don't know what kind of names you're looking for, so why not look for all of them? Muslim names, Christian names, names that mean raven, element names, jewel names, evil names, flower names, etc.

Some more resources:

Medieval Name Guides

House of Names Family crests, old surname history

Saint Names

Think Baby Names

SSA Popular Baby NamesSocial Security Administration baby names listed by year, starting in 1879 Name GeneratorsJust for fun

The Best Baby Names in the World Sorted by country or region
The Very Best Baby Names in the Whole Wide World I like that it offers a lot of names and lists alternative spellings and their variations by country or language. So, for example, if you like the name Beatrice (meaning blessed or happy), but want it to sound more casual this book offers the names "Bea, Bee and Trixie" under the Americanized versions.

Monday, September 6, 2010

So your character has... Body Modifications

This is a series of posts that I'm writing leading up to my presentation covering Character Development at the Scribes of Lancaster meeting on Monday the 13th of September.

So your character has...

Body Modifications

And maybe you do, but then again maybe you don't. Maybe you know the anticipation that forms in the back of the mind upon hearing the buzz of a tattoo machine, that weird medicinal smell of a tattoo studio that can either entice or horrify. Maybe you haven't experienced the thrill of a hollow needle slipping delicately through your nostril, or maybe your last piercing experience went something like mine, and you ended up feeling like your lip had been manhandled and jerked around by pliers--then again maybe you were kind of into it. I won't judge, we're all buddies here.

So how do you write about something that you may only have limited experience in? Or how do you write about something you've never experienced and have little desire to experience? Especially heavier body modifications, or plastic surgery, or even gender re-assignment surgery (I'm not going in depth on this topic right now because I'll cover it later, but it is covered in some of the links and items I have listed).

Research is key when you have not experienced something that you wish to write about. The following links will help you get started.

Points of interest-

BMEzine BME features an interesting collecton of member-written experience stories and member-submitted image galleries. Here you can easily learn about

Taboo on National Geographic This series covers various taboo subject matters and often includes rituals, rights of passage and other body modification topics. I don't have cable, so I don't know how often it is actually on tv, but it is definitely a good resource.

Wasp Creations: FAQ The FAQ list from Wasp Creations corsets. It may be tough to imagine that people still wear corsets and strive to reduce their waist in this manner, but some do. It can modify the shape of the body as well, so I have included this.

The Customized Body One of my favorite books on body modification, probably because of the interesting stories and pretty pictures.

Modify This movie features an interesting selection of modifications, procedures and interviews with professionals and enthusiasts. Includes piercing, tattoo, scarification, branding, implants, body building, permanent makeup, plastic surgery and gender reassignment.

Only Flesh This is the only suspension group that I have watched personally on several occasions, but I know there are others out there.

The Lizardman Including this link because The Lizardman is great. Do I need a better reason?

Sunday, August 29, 2010


J. Lannan


Fumbling with his trigger
Panic at the sights aligned
Needles at the veins of time
Telegraph on faulty lines
Spitting at the stinging flesh
Nectar that his thoughts possess
Broken down this country road
Sirens through the snow unfold
Coursing at her stolen prize
Riding on this bloody high
Sauced with vodka courage by
Scenic clearing treetops alight
Corseted waist and poison bite
Seduced though danger’s certain
Night pushing through exertion
Nerves, impulses, predominant
Fumbling for his trigger

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Ever feel trapped in Indiana?

I just keep getting caught up in the sexy world of freelance editing (and writing on my novel project, among other distractions), and I've been neglecting my blog duties. So, here is a long-winded, half-assed first draft of a poem about mobsters extrapolated from my adventures in Indiana. I'll post a good, or at least better than this, poem later on.

J. Lannan

Headed east
We were two
Formerly three
In this business
It’s viscous

Wrong steps
Wrong streets
Wrong way
High roller
One day

The next
In the trunk
Stuffed inside
Louis V luggage
Absconding Chicago
Cost akin
To a casket

Bad breed
Bad blood
Bad luck
Engine light,
Oh fuck

Slowing down
Grinding halt
Shoulder lines
Out to pasture
Drivers stop
Move along
We’re fine

Far from it
Far from safe
Far from stable
Next the cops
Are we able?

To hide the body
Fast and thorough
In the ditch?
To the field?
One will go
I will hold
Them here
Halfway done

Too slow
Too kind
Too late

Upon this
Hotel stay
Towed away
Grisly cargo
Blood stained
Now what?

Cruel time
Cruel chance
Cruel fate
Will they find?
Now we wait

Crooked cop
Problem solver
Not a spot
They find
Put away
En route

No charge
No words
No merit
New freedom

Monday, July 5, 2010

Falling Off the Face of the Earth

It's similar to that, but I went on vacation to Illinois, mostly Chicago, and then my new used car broke down in Indiana stranding us for a few days. We met helpful sheriffs around Columbia City who allowed us to get in the back of their cruiser and took us to wait at McDonalds for the tow truck guy, who was also super helpful. The cruiser was lacking in leg room, but I suspect that it serves its purpose of transporting rowdy dudes to the local drunk tank, and not driving around a family of four in the back.

I will be venturing back into the glamorous world of snap-together wood flooring today, but I promise lots of pictures, not of wood flooring, but from a long time ago in Cleveland, my fantastic time in Pittsburgh at the Ayria and Project Pitchfork show, and my recent adventures in Chicago.

I also started reading Skip Press's "How to Write What You Want & Sell What You Write," which seems to be a useful thing. My grandfather purchased the book for me.

My novel project is kind of becoming three projects because I thought it would be interesting to tell one character's story first (because it allows me to explain how the demonic characters and angelic characters work in my system).

So I'll include a few of my favorite cover songs and go on to my flooring adventure for the day, but I'll have some shit together tonight most likely (Depending on how this floor goes together)...

Friday, June 11, 2010

Something else...

I completed a couple short stories this week and don't know what to do with them. I kind of want to make them into an online comic, but they're kind of naughty and I don't know how much time I want to spend drawing the characters, etc. I'll probably see what I come up with tonight, but previously while attempting to draw them I've been disappointed in how it turned out.

So here's another poem, this one doesn't have a title:

calm and grace
what dream-like state is this?
the only resemblance
breath and mortality
captured in the mirror
among strobes of motion
beams of life
frozen in motion
captured in refraction
the beauty

and now for something completely different:


The Pittsburgh show is at the Rex Theater and ages 17+

Saturday, June 5, 2010

High School Vintage Poetry #1

I've been slacking off here, so I'm going to torture myself a little by posting a poem that I found in a notebook from High School... so, it was probably written over ten years ago.
Admittedly I've been annoyed with scooting pictures around between my network drive, laptop, image hosting sites, to the blog, so there's the delay. And I've been a bit busy with family stuff, the True Blood Ultimate Fan Experience, and I actually finished writing a short story this week. If you noticed the top right of this page there's info on the Project Pitchfork and Ayria tour, so clicky and check that out. There's a venue change in Pittsburgh, it will be at the Rex Theater, not Fate Lounge, and ages 17+ instead of 21+.


I feel you,
under my skin
my pulse within
like a worm.
Wiggling under my finger.
My thoughts,
my blades linger.
Needles to stick me,
life's cruel trickery;
All the same.
Stupid games.
Why do I care?
You’re squirming
and affirming
my existence...
down my arms.
I could make you die,
end your stupid moving.
Why do you still beat?

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Well, that went nothing like I had planned

Not long after my last post James was dropped off at the house by a co-worker and informed me that my car was no more. We went out car shopping the same day. The first two cars that we were shown were sold already and were rather boring to look at. Sure, I could drive them, but I was hoping to be a little more excited about the purchase. The one I actually liked I thought would be already sold, or would be too pricey even though we were looking in the bargain bin of the car dealership. As it turned out the car was right in our price range, has rather low miles along with A/C, a killer sound system and nice rims. Now instead of a green Prism I have a blue Pontiac Sunfire. Yesterday I had a little new toy induced ADD and wanted to just drive around. I also bought the True Blood Season 2 DVD, so that was distracting as well.
Today, I will finish the previously mentioned putting my images into my concert review...I kind of want to hit my head on the desk right now because the past week or so has just been ridiculously stupid. I was worried about how the fuck I'd buy a car, or how much money I could throw at the Prism, or where will I be when the Prism decides to die and what the hell will I do with it once it dies. Still trying to figure that last one out, but we were able to come up with a substantial down payment to finance the Sunfire...

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Writing and Flooring Binge

My concert pictures are online, and have been for a little while, but they're on my facebook so you have to add me to see them currently. I'm not really thrilled with PhotoBucket right now, and don't have enough space on my free Flikr account for this month.
I've been here and there, but not at all here. My novel project has been distracting me, and when that's not happening I have been helping James finish some floors. Yesterday we did some snap-together laminate planks in our office, exciting, right? We're also ripping out the nasty carpeting upstairs and finishing the original wooden floors on that level. After seeing documents in relation to the house I think we decided that the carpets are possibly 13 years old and left over from the last big remodel someone did, because the carpet tack strips are installed pretty far back and under the trim, and sometimes they're under the drywall. Craftsmanship fail.

Thanks to this pirate quiz I found out that my pirate name is Captain Jenny Cash, it made me think of this...

I'll finish up adding the pictures to Part Three of my birthday weekend post later today, hopefully the flooring-related activities will be kept to a minimum.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Epic Birthday Weekend Part Two: It was only Saturday. Lame!

Saturday was pretty boring, but we got a new used sofa and declared the living room to be decadent because we have two sofas. We’re not quite like Hedonism Bot yet. There was too much activity on this day as well--did some yard work and started the project that involves ripping out the rest of the horrible carpeting in this house and replacing it with hardwood flooring of some type. The former owners of this place must’ve known how much I enjoy pulling staples out of wooden floors with pliers because their preferred method of installing carpet was the staple gun. They stapled the carpet padding to the floor, and then sometimes stapled through the carpet and into the floor. Such a wonderful use of my time.
Sunday is the more interesting day, but I still have editing to do on the pictures.
I will tell you though that “The Full-Custom Gospel Sounds of Reverend Horton Heat” CD has been replaced by Wolfgang Parker’s “Room Nineteen" as our travel music, so I suggest you go check him out again.

I’ll have some Midi Ghetto tour stuff online later today.

Epic Birthday Weekend Part One: True Blood=Win, Percussion Ensemble show featuring Chris Coleman

In general I had a good 27th birthday, despite spending a portion of the week rolling around in pain and begging my gall bladder to not require surgery (I think that is my issue, but it has chilled out for now). I got my nipple piercings done again on Thursday, an awesome friend who I briefly dated is giving me a bass guitar and an amp at some point in time, James is paying for my newest tattoo (whenever that happens).
I successfully made it to Friday, which was Percussion Ensemble night, Saturday was a rather lazy day (I called it my pre-pre-partying before Cleveland), Sunday was an adventure to Cleveland for a concert, and Monday was wandering back to the Central Ohio area kind of day.
To kick off my rather epic weekend James repaired the starter in my car. Which may not sound that great, but it had only been halfway working for several months, it was pretty obnoxious. I also found out that True Blood was running a contest on their Facebook page to win passes to some True Blood Ultimate Fan Experience event, so I registered and when Columbus rolled around on their rotating list, I clicked. And I won! Although when it said I was a winner, it also said that I had won tickets for an event in Burbank, California. When the confirmation e-mail hit my inbox it was correct for Columbus, so that was a rather entertaining way to start things out.
Friday night was my sister’s high school percussion ensemble show with guest drummer Chris Coleman who is currently the drummer for Prince. The percussion group usually plays a variety of music including George Hamilton Green Xylophone solos, classical, swing and pop music. Back when I was in High School I only did lighting for the group even though I was in the percussion section, I never auditioned for it because I guess I wanted to do something other than play percussion sometimes.
Chris Coleman’s drum solos were really quite good. He also made “Sing, Sing, Sing” interesting again, and I’ve heard that song performed a lot. His style was warm, dynamic and expressive, which impressed me because, even though I should probably be supportive of drummers in general, there are some times when I think that drum solos only sound like noise and not music. If that makes any sense.
In honor of going back to my high school to watch this performance I will share some random High School stuff.

I used to drive around listening to this at an uncomfortably loud level...and I still do that actually:

When I was 17 I went to see the Bloodhound Gang’s concert in Cincinnati:

I was going to subject you to a poem I wrote in High School, but lucky for you I have almost 1000 photos to sort through from the Chemlab and 16Volt show, and I’m too lazy to find my notebooks.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Check out Project Pitchfork and Ayria this Summer

Project Pitchfork & Ayria – 2010 U.S.A. Tour
I'll be going to the Pittsburgh show at Fate Lounge, June 21st, at least that is my current plan. There are more tour dates than listed on this flier, so check the web page for more information.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Assemblage 23 at Skully's May 7th 2010

Melanie was running late for her babysitting duties which paid off her Voltaire show debts, but we were kind of running behind as well. A quick dinner of pizza, and while we waited for Melanie I cut up and razorbladed some glittery tights that I've had since I was thirteen and turned them into crazy thigh-highs. Melanie showed up to babysit, so James and I set out. I finished a wine cooler somewhere between leaving my house and arriving at Amanda's place. James and I argued about something along the drive, but whatever we're both kind of people who don't know when to shut-up or what words to hold back, so it happens. That's when my knee was injured, inadvertently. It was a bad knee already, but it was definitely not improved by having a car door ran into it.

Amanda's party was a bit of a downer when we were there because hardly anyone had been there long enough to start drinking, plus it was being held for a guy who was losing his job for a really stupid reason. At this little party Nicolle and Amanda may have been kind of drunk at the point we arrived, but all Nicolle could do was talk about how big her beer was, so maybe she was pretty drunk already. We got to see Gary's new half sleeve tattoo, which is still in progress. Made me jealous, but I will have new tattoos soon, so that will all work out.
I helped myself to some vodka, it was a lower proof than what I'm used to, but it was free for me so I can't complain. I had two small purple glasses of vodka with a little cola added in to mask the delicious cheap vodka flavor.

James and I had to go onward though, finished our trek into the Columbus area, with the unnecessary help from the GPS, which talks in a spooky voice and makes comments about werewolves and Route 666. I think the voice is called "Dr. Nightmare." As we found a place to park there were minor signs of rain, and I hoped that it would hold off long enough so we could safely get the camera to and from the venue, and so that we could chill on the smoking patio for a while during the show. It held off long enough, we went to The Joint for our little clove cigars before walking back across the street to Skully's. We decided to wander around, have a cigarette and find some people, before starting our tab.

We had missed Encoder completely, but ended up with one of their stickers. I was listening to some of their music earlier in the day because I knew that I had heard them at some previous occasion and didn't really pay attention that time, but wanted to give them another listen.

Angel Theory was on stage when we got there, but I only heard their last couple songs. I can't give a really accurate impression from that, but will post the links to their Webpage, Myspace.

James and I sat at a table on the smoking patio, as soon as the cloves were lit the wind kicked up and it already seemed like trouble. We saw the guys from Filament 38, so went over to chat and buy our 16Volt/Chemlab tickets. While hanging out at the other side of the smoking patio the wind started up again and killed the only full beer on their table. Shouldn't the empty bottles have been the first to go?
We intermittently hung out with the guys from F38, did some drinking, tried to get some decent pictures and tried to find my friend Sarah who remained lost in the crowd because she was wearing dreadfalls, and even though she apparently waved at me I didn't recognize her.

Assemblage 23's set seemed really massive, but I'm not going to complain because it was awesome and I could listen to Tom Shear sing forever.
I took some notes on my cell phone's notepad, which I was damned impressed that I was able to read them and most of it was spelled correctly. Yeah, even when drunk I'm a spelling Nazi, I do let the grammar slide a little because that would probably end up being impossible to police. My notes describe the set as being Binary, Damaged, Naked, a couple songs from the new CD, Document, Let the Wind Erase Me, Disappoint, Spark, Sorry, Divide, Let Me Be Your Armor, Ground. One song was an exclusive mix for the tour if I remember correctly, but I did not indicate which song that was in my notes. As far as watching Assemblage 23 there was a small stage set up with the music being performed by Tom Shear and one other guy. Tom moves around the stage enough, but doesn't get into too many crazy arm movements or jumping around. I think it would be kind of uncharacteristic if he did.

We started out pretty far away from the stage and wished for the better zoom lens, but near the 2nd half of the set we decided to push forward and to the left side of the stage, which is about where we stood when we saw Apoptygma Berzerk at Skully's. For some reason the left side of the floor seems most sparsely populated. Some more people moved away from the stage, so we took the opportunity to take their prime locations.

Here are the pictures with the new camera, James took some of them and I took the rest, but I can't tell you who took which pictures. The one where there is a lot less red lighting is one that James took because he used the flash a few times, and I was not using the flash at all. We only brought the smaller zoom lens with us for this show. My editing was a lot easier because the quality was so much better with this camera, and the lighting was rather simple and not that challenging to photograph through.






Here is another one of those not that great pictures that looks kind of cool and artsy. It looked better at a larger resolution, but Flikr makes the pictures kind of small. Notice the mirror on the side of the stage? Skully's has mirrors on either side it's kind of disorienting to look at them in the dark sometimes.

We were hanging out by the bar area for a while as the set finished up and were given fliers advertising Ego Likeness and System Syn CDs. I'm not sure about System Syn because I don't remember if I have heard them or not, but I haven't gotten into listening to Ego Likeness no matter how much my recommendations list tries to throw them at me.
I think some people were debating going to Outland, and for a while I considered it, but felt a responsibility to go back to Amanda's to possibly throw things from the balcony. James and I ended up going to The Dube instead to get a snack, by this time my alcohol mixing was catching up to me and eating a giant chili dog suddenly seemed like a bad idea. In my years of drinking I have still managed to not puke. Great success.

We returned to Amanda's as that party was winding down, chatted for a bit and then left, heading on our way back home.

I love's MP3 service, I was thinking about how I needed to listed to A23's "Spark" about a million times, so I went on Amazon, found the album (I could have just bought the one song if I felt like), one click purchase, and now I'm listening to the Compass album. It's like magic, and I know I could go to some torrent site and get the whole discography for free, but that's kind of a dick move. If a song or CD is really rare, or older, or I can't find it on my own I will use a torrent and do the asshole thing, but if you like a band and they have some music that you can buy, then you really should make that purchase. Or apparently there's some tiny amount of money to be made when people listen on Last.FM, but it's very little from what I've read.

Assemblage 23 is Tom Shear and is currently based in Seattle. A23 can be found online, on facebook (I couldn't get the link to behave, but Tom Shear is on there) and on myspace. And he runs a blog called Waveformless.
On a side note the first Assemblage 23 album that I actually bought was Storm. I ordered it from Metropolis and I had gone home to check the mailbox between a college final and a little party I was supposed to go to celebrating the end of finals week with some people from a US History class. I got in my car, started listening to the CD, drove to the bar and decided that I'd rather cruise around listening to Assemblage 23 than go to the party.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Voltaire with Wolfgang Parker opening, at Outland on Liberty 4/30/2010

Voltaire with Wolfgang Parker opening for him, this show took place at Outland on Liberty on April 30th, 2010. My crew for the night included Melanie and James, we met up with Brannon and later Amber at Outland, but they didn't stay around the club that long.

Sadly this post will be a little short on pictures because I'm lame...not only that, but my camera really hated the darkness at Outland (which is tragic because there certainly is a lot of darkness there), and I wasn't that close to the stage so hardly any of my pictures turned out. A new camera is on its way with big fancy lenses that I'll hopefully be able to figure out.
This post will be generally short because I've gotten over my writer's block that I had, so I've been furiously trying to get the new ideas out of my noggin for my novel project before they're gone again. Well, the story is mapped out, I'm just filling in how to get from scene to scene.

Wolfgang Parker is a punk, swing performer from Columbus, Ohio. He usually has a band with him, but at Outland it was a pared down ensemble featuring him and one other guy. I watched him a little bit and then listed from further away.
I was unfamiliar with his music, but will definitely be checking it out a bit more. I liked his bluesy vocals and the overall sound of his songs, very swing or a more mellow Rockabilly sound.
I appreciated his rather unorthodox and hilarious tribute to Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues."

I really wanted to get this posted today in case anyone who stops by here is interested in supporting Wolfgang Parker's Victorian Horror graphic novel titled 1888. It seems like a pretty neat project and if you contribute enough money to it you can be included in it. The contributions have to be pledged by May 24th.
Since I'm pretty sparse on material for this I'll go ahead and provide you with one example of Wolfgang Parker's music.

So later on Voltaire's set took place and this is what I remember from that. I think was a little easier to remember because he did some jokes in between songs. He started out with "Dead," which did not get enough response in his opinion.
Some other songs he played during this portion included "Death, Death, Devil, Devil, Evil, Evil Song," "Ex-Lover’s Lover" and "Zombie Prostitute" which he dedicated to undead ladies who are trying to make a quick buck, or to all the women who dress up for zombie walk...or something along those lines.
He played two country-inspired songs that still had his usual spin. The songs were both pretty good, and that fact made me forget that they were "country" songs. These videos are not from the Outland show, but I linked to the best videos that I found on YouTube, because these two songs are worth a listen. Small Town and All Women are Crazy (All Men Are Dumb). Those songs did sound a lot like Rockabilly, which is a term that appeals more readily to the alternative crowd, even though it is a form of country.
Some other songs from the evening include "Brains!", "Dia de los Muertos", "USS Make Shit Up" and "Comin' Out for Christmas." He also ordered a drink from stage,
He launched into a couple different songs, including "Freebird," to mess with people before finishing his set with "When You’re Evil" which he probably could've made it through without singing any of the words himself because everyone was singing along. His shows always seem like they could be renamed "Drunk Goth Singalong with Voltaire."

Part of Voltaire's performance from the night:

We got to talk to Voltaire a little bit after the show, got pictures, and he signed my copy of "Paint It Black: A Guide to Gothic Homemaking."

Sorry for the especially quick and dirty treatment of this review, as I wrote this my fancy pants camera was dropped off by the UPS guy. I have until Friday to figure this thing out.
Assemblage 23 show at Skully's (Angel Theory and Encoder are opening) on May 7th, just bought my tickets yesterday.
Onward to other projects.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

4/20 Deadstar Assembly and Filament 38 Show. Part 3: Watching Deadstar Assembly, then driving home

Here is the story of the April 20th, 2010 Deadstar Assembly and Filament 38 Show (or “How I got to Cleveland and how I returned home. Oh, and I saw some bands there too, and some girls with metal underpants.”) This was getting to be too massive, so I'll be writing this in a series of three posts. Part 1, Part 2

My Photostream on Flikr has these pictures plus more, but they're not that great.
My YouTube Channel

Part 3: Watching Deadstar Assembly, then driving home

I talked to Ash from F38 for a little while between the sets. We mostly talked about the Apop show in Columbus, which was epic.

When Deadstar Assembly started their set I was quite happy to get close to the stage. I was right in front of Mubo, but I've seen their videos and knew that I didn't want to stand that close because he rocks the front keyboard forward and back as he plays. So I tried to keep some distance to avoid being right up against the stage. They did end up moving the keyboard further back.
What I liked about this show was that they sounded at about CD quality, but the energy was really good. They move around a lot, it looked like it would be a pretty exhausting pace. The crowd response was okay, but not all that wild, it that may have something to do with it being a Tuesday night show. I thought that they deserved a louder crowd, but I'm only one person and I can yell, but couldn't yell for everyone. It was generally a fun show though. Really loud, I felt that I was sufficiently deafened afterward.
As previously mentioned I did not have my usual group with me to help remember the set list, but that's okay. Maybe, at the next show I go to, I should take clips of each song in order to help me remember these things. In addition to what I captured on video I remember them playing "Breathe for Me." Anyway, here are some seriously short videos from the DSA show. After blowing through my memory cards at recent concerts I was paranoid of taking too much video at this show and then ended up with very little video. I should solve that problem and get a bigger memory card or carry more of them with me. Next time, I will.



The Darkest Star

Send Me an Angel

So those are the four songs that I can put into some kind of order, but not a very good order because there were likely songs before, after or between them. I just bought the Coat of Arms CD that night, but had heard the previews online. I must say that I really like "F.Y.G" and "The Darkest Star."

Here are a couple of my still pictures.



Not wanting to drive home right away, we decided to stick around for a while and see what Project X and Infusion was all about. We got to talk with Dearborn and Dro from Deadstar Assembly for a little bit, they both seem like generally awesome people. Also got some pictures, these were all taken with Melanie's camera. I look like I'm still somewhat freaking out from the caffeine in the pictures, but that's still pretty accurate. Apparently alcohol doesn't trump caffeine.



Melanie's pictures


A couple guys approached us to chat, and we did talk for a bit, but they ran off after I mentioned my husband. Whatever. We watched Project X and Infusion, which was mostly girls in metal-plated underwear getting various power tools, I believe grinders of some sort, put against the metal plates which caused arcs of sparks to fly across the stage. They did this to the beat of some Industrial music. It looked cool enough, but I only paid attention for a couple songs because it was kind of the same thing for those two songs.
I decided that we'd probably be leaving soon and became bored with my beer. So I handed it off to Melanie, she proclaimed it "magic beer" as her plastic cup was instantly refilled most of the way. It was a miracle...or something.
We wandered outside and tried to take some pictures of us outside by the street corner.

After grabbing some food at Steak 'n Shake, where the lady working there reminded us to take some coffee to go, we set up the GPS and were informed that it would be at least 4:44 before we arrived back, damn you technology...


We stopped twice along the way so I wouldn't fall asleep, and actually arrived back around 5:20am. I dropped Melanie off at her place and went home. Walking back from my garage my keyring fell apart and dropped my car key into the yard somewhere. Too tired to care I left it to find at a time when I could actually see it, which I did the next day.

I'll end this with some further info on Deadstar Assembly. I found out about them while looking for covers of "Send Me an Angel" a number of years ago (actually thinking back it was probably sometime in 2004), and when I started actually using my Facebook account earlier this year I became a "fan" on there and signed up to do street team promotions for them in central Ohio.
Over the years Deadstar Assembly have had some line-up changes, but currently the band is made up of Dearborn, Dro, Mubo, Chris D.K. and Dreggs. DSA originated in Florida and have three albums out, which can be purchased on their web page or through (I have that link set up for the "Coat of Arms" CD) and their newest CD can be purchased at some Hot Topic stores (and on the Hot Topic webpage.
Here are some links to their various social networking profiles: Facebook, VampireFreaks, Twitter and Myspace

And this concert write-up is concluded...
I will be writing in the meantime (actually working on a short story about a murderous organic farmer), but will be seeing Voltaire with a solo performance by Wolfgang Parker at Outland on Liberty in Columbus on Friday night, so expect another write-up soon. I'm really trying to work on my turnaround time, but this week was kind of beyond my control. I'll be reviewing my recent CD purchases sometime next week as well, which would be, of course, Deadstar Assembly's "Coat of Arms" and Filament 38's "Frail," along with Caustic's "And You Will Know Me By The Trail of Vomit."

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

4/20 Deadstar Assembly and Filament 38 Show. Part 2: Priorities

Here is the story of the April 20th, 2010 Deadstar Assembly and Filament 38 Show (or “How I got to Cleveland and how I returned home. Oh, and I saw some bands there too, and some girls with metal underpants.”) This was getting to be too massive, so I'll be writing this in a series of three posts. Part 1

Part 2: Priorities, and watching Filament 38

The GPS did not believe that The Breakfast Club/HiFi Concert Club existed, so it took a little driving around to find the correct address. Parking was easy enough, there was a parking lot right beside it and the meters on the street were free in the evenings. The area looked kind of like the Short North in Columbus, so it was a bit of a mind fuck for me, or maybe that was just a result of the massive quantities of coffee and energy drinks I had imbibed during the day. I finally got my chance to walk around, twitch, and didn’t feel much better. We went to stand in line at the door. Doors opened around 8:30pm. I had never been to The Breakfast Club before, but it was a good enough bar. The bartenders were cool, the floor by the stage was interesting and the bathroom that I saw was clean. It was definitely a comfortable enough place to do some drinking and hang out.

First priority: Make it to the show. Second priority: Keep in mind that I have to drive back whenever that time comes. The second priority made way for the third one, which was “Actually buy some merch this time.” That rule was made thanks to my lack of cash at the Apoptygma Berzerk show in Columbus that I previously wrote about here and here.

We checked out the leather items for sale from Crow Leather Works. Combating the caffeine jitters with alcohol, it kind of makes sense. We decided to do some drinking, I did a couple shots of J├Ąger, and we both had PBR. I never drink beer, but felt inspired by Melanie’s story of getting wasted on PBR and stealing a CD from some hippies when she was in Athens at OU. It sounded like a good time. My husband didn’t believe I was drinking PBR so I had to send him a picture.

The bar was playing some electronic stuff along with some Nu-Metal before the show, so it was kind of a flashback. I remember hearing Adema and Union Underground.
I made my first merch purchases next. Buying a F38 shot glass and their Frail EP. Their CDs can be purchased at the -NGP+ Store. I got a pin and a sticker along with my purchase, so that was pretty cool. I wandered around a little more before buying my Deadstar Assembly stuff (some of their merch is available online here), I wanted a t-shirt and the new Coat of Arms CD, but they had a “Ladies Night” deal, which included a t-shirt or tank top, booty shorts, the CD and three pins for $40. Good enough. I got the more boring-looking pins. I’m weird about having pins with pictures of individuals on them because it reminds me of High School marching band when the parents would wear their kids’ pictures on badges. Creepy.
Anyway enough about my High School neurosis, I talked to the merch guy for a bit, then went to watch Filament 38.

Their show this time went smoothly, without the technical difficulties of when I saw them in Columbus opening for Apop. The last show in general that I went to was at Outland (Only Flesh and Cult of the Psychic Fetus), and I felt there that the sound system, especially when Only Flesh was playing, wasn’t loud enough. This night at The Breakfast Club everything was definitely loud enough which was pretty cool because when the music is loud enough it kind of takes you to a different place and shuts out the world outside. Maybe that's just the deafness setting in, but it is a fun experience. It was loud, but not to the point where I could feel the bass pounding through my ribcage, that's a whole other experience.
I believe that I remember hearing F38's songs Frail and Catalyst, but since this was Melanie's first Industrial experience and I didn't have my group of people to help me, I can't fill in the blanks in the set list. That's okay though, everything sounded a lot smoother than last time because it seemed like the technical issues that they had in Columbus were resolved.
Their light show and fog machines were pretty impressive again. I did not take any video of F38, I mostly got distracted by enjoying the music and trying to photograph the band members that I did not get pictures of in Columbus.

Here are a few of the pictures I did take of Filament 38:

Filament 38
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Filament 38

Filament 38 is an Industrial/EBM group out of Cleveland, Ohio. They are comprised of Ash and Sigma, but while doing live shows they add Creep and Jason K. You can find them on Myspace and Facebook.
To be continued...

Monday, April 26, 2010

4/20 Deadstar Assembly and Filament 38 Show. Part 1: On the Road

Here is the story of the April 20th, 2010 Deadstar Assembly and Filament 38 Show (or “How I got to Cleveland and how I returned home. Oh, and I saw some bands there too, and some girls with metal underpants.”) This was getting to be too massive, so I'll be writing this in a series of three posts.

Part 1: On the Road, and not much like that Kerouac book other than some driving and craziness

The morning of the event was traumatizing for several reasons, first my husband told me that him getting to work was more important than me going to see Deadstar Assembly, and that if my car refused to start that morning he would have to take his car to work, and I could not borrow it for the Cleveland adventure. Thankfully my car started, and with that I secured the trusted car for my own purposes. I had to put gas in that car now, simple enough, right?
It was simple enough, until the hillbilly in the rape van approached and told me that I had “purdy lips.” Yeah...I stared at him until he got back in his van. There will be no rape van lovin’ with some grizzled hillbilly that I had thought was a rough-looking old woman when I first saw him.
Things got more rearranged when Brannon canceled on the adventure because of work, it’s okay though I know he needs to work any evening he gets since the little old ladies don’t order martinis with their lunches... and no one is buying his screenplays or my cracked out bullshit, so I feel for him. Him canceling though freed us up to leave a little bit earlier, which was okay.

I did have my other friend to go with me still, so say “Hi” to Melanie. The picture is from after the show, and she's kind of short so I had to try to be short too. This will be her first Industrial concert, she usually listens to singer-songwriter stuff...which kind of sounds like Jay Nash.

She used to be into Slipknot and various Nu-metal and stuff like that during High School, as I was--I'll admit it, I saw Disturbed in concert three times because I'm cool like that. Yeah, I know it's not all that "cool," but I had fun. I'm not sure if I can get into Jay Nash's style of music, but along our drive we agreed that Industrial is kind of the darker electronic version of “singer-songwriter." From Melanie’s descriptions Jay Nash sounds like an okay dude, but when I hear “singer-songwriter” I always picture some pompous ass sitting on stage with his guitar. That brings to mind a show that is coming up this week, Voltaire will be playing at Outland on Friday April 30th 2010. :)

We started out our drive listening to what has turned out to be my go-to driving CD The Full-Custom Gospel Sounds of The Reverend Horton Heat (just noticed that Rev. Horton Heat will be in Cleveland the same night as the 16 Volt, Chemlab and Left Spine Down show in Cleveland, which is on May 16th) as we departed from Lancaster around 4:30pm. The car has a 6-disk CD-changer, so also included in my driving music were CD's by XP8, Nine Inch Nails, Dismantled, The Matadors and Nick Cave. We drove up 37 through a lot of cute little towns that we said that we’d have to come back and check out, but I always say that when I go through Granville and then I never go back. We saw some interesting churches, a really neat cemetery, and three ice cream places with names like “Dairy Shack” or something along those lines. We stopped at a gas station and somehow got on the subject of music festivals and long distance driving for entertainment with some truckers. We talked Kinetik festival actually, and of musicians traveling from Germany and how much it costs for foreign musicians to come to the states. The one trucker had previously lived in Germany.
Then we drove for what seemed like forever, stopped for dinner at a Wendy’s in some smallish city that I don’t remember the name of, but the people there looked at me like I was the first weirdo that they had ever seen. And they were even staring at Melanie, which is kind of hilarious because she usually wears khaki and pink, but was decked out in black on this occasion.
We drove some more and after an hour or so, started to see surroundings that looked Cleveland-like, which was good since I was starting to get caffeine-related jitters and the urge to walk around in an attempt to dissipate the twitching. Melanie told me to not have a stroke or heart attack because she had to be at work the next day.

To be continued...