don’t know if i’ve shared this yet, but that’s okay. i made this a really, really, really long time ago (think: days of yore) in ye Olde Photoshop.
I actually got lucky when I found that shirt. It was liberated from the mangy depths of my local Salvation Army for only $2.99. I was talking to someone who has listened to SP since ‘86 and even he said he’s never seen that one. Indeed, save for the occasional shit-liquifying find at a thrift store, you pretty much have to rely on the internet when trying to find old band shirts from past tours—but then, even the results of a online pilgrimmage can be spotty at best.
I also have one of those generic Last Rights t-shirts (the one with the demon) that was given to me by my brother’s former girlfriend when I was 15. Plus I own a long-sleeved GWOTR top that I purchased at the Toronto show, but the first two I mentioned are the oldest ones I have. I much prefer to modify mens’ shirts as I find a lot of the band shirts “made” for women are much too cutesy….but I’ll still wear them. Like a champ.
And, thanks for the compliment! Keep reading. I swear I post stuff of substance every once in awhile.
I can’t believe I slept on this. I should be ashamed.
Modified Skinny Puppy T-shirt + shawl I got at Dani’s wedding = pure class.
The Legendary Pink Dots—Count on Me
In what can only be perceived as a direct contravention of all logic and reason, I am slated to be a bridesmaid in my best female friends’ wedding later this month.
I know, eh? Pure witchery.
You see, I was under the lifelong impression that I would never be bequeathed this dubious privilege, and I was completely okay with that….for in order to be asked to stand alongside the bride decked in repulsive shades of matching sea-foam, one must first be close to a female, i.e. the bride-to-be. And I never was. Particularly chummy to my contemporaries of the vageen, I mean. Fairer sex? Not bloody likely. Unless by “fairer” you really mean duplicitous. Judgmental. MEAN.
That is, except for Danielle. And even she has gone so far to declare that the both of us should have been born guys. So that shouldn’t count. Even so, our past has been more than a little tempestuous….but I won’t get into that now. What would be the point?
It would appear that I’m also her sole lady compadre. Besides her sister, I’m the only other bridesmaid. The other girl that she timidly asked—who I only know as someone who dated one of my friends in high school—employed some rather crafty avoidance tactics, only to flake out last minute. Then, in a devastating blow, she decided to be a bridesmaid in some other broads’ marriage ceremony. When Danielle called me, she was severely agitated, mildly delirious. “You see? YOU SEE?!? This is why I’m not friends with girls!”
Ever the charmer, I managed to cheer her up: “So, I guess now is not a good time to tell you that I can’t come to your wedding?”
Now she’s going to get her dog Charlie to fill the vacancy. Uhh, I think it’s meant to be a dig, some sort of clever jab?
Y’know, I think that’s one of the reasons I signed up for Tumblr and Last.fm and all the rest of it. To find other girls with similar interests that I can connect with on some level.
Though I have “met” a few (you know who you are), the prevailing conclusion is made manifest: women probably just don’t like me.
Indubitably, if it were anyone else, being a bridesmaid would be nothing short of a tortuous endeavor. Forgo the matching sea-foam—“just pull anything black out of your closet. It’ll match”. Her words exactly. The date? April 20th. (fourrrrtweeeeennnnnnniiieeee, yeeeeah. SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY—ARF! ARF! ARF!) Location? Oh, just the fuckin’ woods. Dinner is at Red Lobster (s’long as I get first dibs on the Treasure Chest, we’ll be good. Those cheap plastic trinkets are hot commodities. And you can never have too many alphabet stencils or self-adhesive mustaches). They even got a fiddler to play an In Flames song as they walk down the aisle.
“Flowers? Colours? This shit is hard.” —Danielle on the pains of planning her upcoming nuptials.
You know how a lot of women get a Brazilian wax or buy some gossamer underthings for their wedding night? Yeah… well, Danielle plans on getting her asshole bleached.
That’s my girl!
Preview of Skinny Puppy’s upcoming album, Weapon
you guys are such assholes.
beyond excited for the forthcoming album. that being said, here is my current pick from the most recent release. and lemme just say, it’s absolutely imperative i precede ‘pick’ with ‘current’ because ITKEEPSFUCKINGCHANGING. gasp…. pure brilliance.
yes. that does mean i enjoy both new and classic output from Skinny Puppy. like, oh my god. release the hounds, scream the purists. and lemme just say, this has nothing to do with any sort of prejudice or predetermined bias. I ACTUALLY LIKE IT. having an opinion is one thing, but anyone who claims they lost their innovation and revolutionary spark is simply, well, the opposite of right. they only need to listen to this song. and adjust their ears.
you heard me.
it’s the same with people who don’t like Rabies. something must be wrong with you at a very base level. like, your synapses are short-circuiting or whatever. i’d get that checked out.
if nothing else, you know that whatever they put out is going to be drastically different from the last. they definitely have kept us guessing over the years. which, as a listener, i couldn’t be more grateful for. it keeps it from feeling stale. and for all of you out there that simply want them to re-live “the glory days”…..go listen to…i dunno.