List 10 musical artists that you like
1 – nine inch nails
2 – moist
3 – marilyn manson
4 – placebo
5 – silverchair
6 – garbage
7 – suede
8 – catherine wheel
9 – the cure
10 – h.i.m.
you can like or dislike, approve or disapprove as you choose. you can also say ‘who the fuck is catherine wheel?’, and I would be delighted to enlighten you. no, these are not the most ‘cutting edge’ choices, but these days, I don’t get much in the way of new, and this would have been my pretty standard generalized to-give-you-an-idea-if-you-don’t-know-who-pigface/the cranes/lush-are list back in the day when I might have had such a thing ready.
now then.
what’s the first song you remember hearing by #6?
‘vow’. it appealed to me because it was rather venomous. I was just coming into my ‘bitch’ phase back then.
what is your favorite album by #9?
oh, that’s not fair. can I go back and stick the cure somewhere else? in all honesty, there are cure albums I don’t even own. there’s only about twenty of them, for christ’s sake. okay, I’ll say ‘disintegration’. how typical.
what is your favorite lyric by #5?
‘open fire’
how many times have you seen #4 live?
only once. goddamn it.
what is your favorite song by #7?
oh my. errr. ‘the drowners’ or ‘heroine’, maybe. right now. off the top of my head.
what is a good memory you have concerning the music of #10?
cky videos until four a.m., back when things were good.
is there a song by #3 that makes you sad?
*snort* wow, was that the wrong choice for this question. well, I’m sure there is, hold on, I’ll look … actually, ‘coma white’ and ‘the speed of pain’ could do well.
what is your favorite lyric by #2?
(again?)
found the places I’m destroying
only hoped you’d be there still
could not find a way to be it
I don’t even mind this time
here we’d like to get things over
life
love
anything at all
what is your favorite song by #9?
argh! don’t pick any sort of vaguely prolific or long-standing band for number nine, okay?!
okay, okay, this one is much easier. ‘boys don’t cry’, ‘pictures of you’, and ‘bloodflowers’.
how did you get into #3?
hrmm. I saw them open for nine inch nails in august 94, before they were famous for being deranged and scary and all that shit, and I was mildly intrigued by the fact that marilyn was seriously disturbed. then I sort of forgot about them until a friend saw them a few months later (same tour, different city) and picked up the cd and sent me a tape.
what is the first song you heard by #1?
that would be … oh dear, digging back many years here … I don’t remember, but I have a vague idea that it was ‘head like a hole’.
what is your favorite song by #4?
‘slackerbitch’
how many times have you seen #9 live?
only once. damn it, ask me the right questions about the right bands!
what is a good memory you have concerning #2?
ahh, now *there’s* the right combination!
‘where the hell is grand bend?’ ‘this is YOUR idea, YOU should drive.’ ‘jesus christ, we’re in redneckville.’ ‘SPEAK UP! THE DRAG RACING HAS DEAFENED ME!’ ‘is david *dancing* up there?’ ‘PAUL! I WANT TO LICK YOUR HEAD!’ ‘david is absolutely *howling*. he’s rubbing paul’s head! stop hiding and look.’ ‘HELL NO. I’m going to marry that man, and you’re embarassing me in front of him. PUT THOSE CHEQUES AWAY!’
is there a song by #8 that makes you sad?
‘heal’
what is your favorite lyric that #3 has sung?
(note – I am now pinned down by the cat in my lap, so I can’t reach any of my cd’s. anything from here on in is purely off the top of my head)
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when you’re afraid of me
I will break you inside out
you are mine you are mine
(classically disturbed manson)
or
I’ll build you up like the sweetest angel
I’ll tear you down like a whore
what is your favorite song by #1?
does it not stand to reason that a person would name their favorite band first, and as such CAN NOT ANSWER SUCH A QUESTION? in protest, i offer a favorite song from every album.
from pretty hate machine – ringfinger
from broken – (you’re so) physical or wish (since physical is, obviously, not trent’s – but wow is it … *gulp* good)
from downward spiral – reptile
from the fragile – the fragile
from with teeth – don't you know what you are
and from a big ass collection of singles, bsides, and bootlegs – the closer to god remix and memorabilia
because this did not adequately satisfy my liking for talking about music, here you go.
I’ve seen nine inch nails three times.
I’ve seen moist (oh dear lord) – never mind. six off the top of my head.
I’ve seen manson four times – for sure. there could be one more. christ, my memory is toast.
I’ve seen silverchair three times.
I’ve seen garbage twice.
I have never seen suede. this sucks.
I have seen catherine wheel once.
I have seen the cure once.
I have never seen h.i.m. this doesn’t suck as bad because there’s at least a reasonable chance I’ll get around to it, unlike the whole suede thing.
i was going to also add a good memory for each one, but it seems that every single one was connected to my ex-best friend - having to be propped up and guided down the street after meeting trent reznor, many concerts she attended with little to no interest just for my amusement, magazines torn apart or even bought just for me, the manson autograph session she sat patiently thru to keep me company, road trips and festivals and mixed tapes and reluctant interests sparked. things like this used to matter. silly unimportant things that other people thought were beneath them or behind them, that we claimed were always going to be important to us. she couldn't be bothered to do any of these things now. she's not even remotely the same person, even if she does make the half-hearted and obviously uncomfortable attempt to pretend that nothing has changed except that we've 'grown up'. if i asked her to come along to a show or a road trip or just for a day of random cd and poster shopping along yonge street, she would either have to work (and she's so grown up and mature now, she couldn't possibly take a day off or switch a shift) or she would, most likely, have to check with and/or spend the day wtih the bf. or she just wouldn't be interested, cuz she is essentially a very, very dull person these days. and you know what? so am i. it's no fun to do these things alone, so i just go home and waste my hours on the computer poking about pointlessly until it's time to go to bed. this is a lousy way to run out one's life, and it wasn't the way mine was supposed to be happening. my pathetic beginnings had been salvaged, and i was fully planning on carrying on in unusual yet relatively content fashion. then, as it turned out, the one person i was planning on doing this all with fucked off and found something 'better' to do. it irritates me that something i fully accepted as truth was just a passing phase or a bandaid of sorts to someone else.
i could go on, i could go into details, i could rant and rave and ramble and spit venom and cry about it and try to understand, but it would be a waste of time. so instead i'll dumb myself back down and numb myself back up and try to occupy myself and pretend i am not killing myself with boredom. these are the times when i'm almost grateful that i'm medicated into oversleeping, because, as i learned back in the days of sleeping thru the starvation pains, sleep blocks out everything.