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Comparing Goth Notes with Angela Addams

My friend and Gothsis Angela Addams got a great idea: we exchange notes on what we loved/hated growing up being goth. Here’s the second part, the first being posted on her blog.

NINE INCH NAILS

The Trent I'm trying to forget

Angie: This band changed my life!!! I remember the first time I ever heard a NIN song. My cousin tossed a cassette tape (yes, it was that long ago) at me and said, “I think you’d better listen to this, I don’t expect I’ll get that tape back once you do.” And she was right…the album was Broken and I listened to it until the tape actually broke! Wish and Gave up, in particular, were two songs that I couldn’t get enough of…and I’ve never been disappointed in concert because Trent Reznor always plays them for me 😉 By far my favorite band! I’ve got a ton of NIN stories…in fact, I think I’ll write up a separate post about them!

The Trent I'd like to Goth up good

Anne: I discovered them through a friend, too, but I hardly remember who or where we were. What I can’t forget is when my friend Christopher dragged me to their concert at the Astoria in London, 2005. I pictured Trent Reznor sick and dying from too much rock and roll – circa 1995 – but then this beefed up dude with arms like trees came out and I couldn’t believe my eyes: Le Trent lives! And yum, I’d goth him up real good in an alternate universe, one in which his wife wasn’t some sex kitten and he didn’t have a kid. SO HAPPY he chose to live instead of, you know…

ROBERT SMITH

Angie: Okay, I couldn’t resist…sorry Anne…although it seems like some kind of prerequisite for all goths to LOVE Robert Smith and The Cure…I just couldn’t get into it…mainly because a bunch of people told me I HAD to like them…Angie’s instant reaction to being told what to do…full stop, brakes on, arms crossed, don’t tell me what to do stance…so, I’ve never been a fan.  So much so that when I finally relented and decided to give them a try…paid a crapload of money for a ticket and went to see them in concert…I fell asleep in my seat…WORST.CONCERT.EVER

Seriously, can I have a piece of him?

Anne: My husband, my lover, my imaginary boy! You know, I’ve been defending Mr Smith & Co for so long – 25 years, actually – when people call them out for wearing badly-applied makeup and for singing happy songs, that…I won’t stop now! HOW can you say that, Angie? He’s a genius, a rock star, an unbelievable composer, an artist, a poet, my heart & soul! Then again, you do like Marilyn Manson, so we can’t all have good taste, huh?

JACK & SALLY

Angie: I was a little late to the Jack and Sally party…I missed the movie in the theaters…well, actually, I once again, pulled a classic Angie and skipped it cause I hated all the hype and can’t stand to be told what I’ll just love…trust me, worst mistake ever…since then though, I think I’ve watched the movie at least 200 times, I know all the songs off by heart (even had part of one play as my wedding song) and have an obscene collection of movie stuff…AND I have Jack tattooed on my leg!

Love conquers death and the Oogie Boogie

Anne: I went to see it four or five times at the cinema, a thousand years ago. I just couldn’t get the songs out of my head, and that love story was exactly the kind I like: with skeletons, spiders and heartbreak. I watch it 3 or 4 times each year, can’t help tearing up as they meet up at the end – aw, and that twirly hill just kills me. And yeah, I’ve accumulated loads of Burton crap throughout the years, but I call it my prized collection, which proves everything is relative, I guess.

So there you go, you know a little bit more about the two gals who brought you The Minion of Misery Award:)


Chatting with Tori Scott

Thanks to Twitter, I have met an awesome author: Tori Scott.

AM: Reading Four Houses, I wondered if the deconstructed narration inspired you to write the story first or did you think of your plot the ‘traditional’ way and then explored with structure?

Tori Scott: I started by thinking of the plot the traditional way. I was actually listening to a trippy song and had this vision of a girl standing before two houses. The more I thought on it, the more I liked the idea of the girl being surrounded by houses, and those houses being choices. Later that night, I was lying in bed thinking about the story. Then it just hit me, and the idea for the more unique structure was born.

AM: The broken narrative works so well with the creepy atmosphere. I’m ALWAYS listening to music when I write–I cannot function without it, and depending on the scene/story I’m writing, I play different genres/bands. A fight scene develops so well with Nine Inch Nails, Skinny Puppy and Front Line Assembly, and when I need a sad mood, The Cure, Bauhaus and Chameleons UK provide such rich textures…

I need to know: What was the song–and more importantly, are you often inspired by music? If so, which bands, and do they influence what you write?

Tori Scott: I actually have no idea what the name of the song was. I heard it at a restaurant and spent three days trying to find it online before giving up. Like many writers, music is definitely a source of inspiration. I use it more for particular scenes than I do for entire books or ideas. For example: I listened to Limp Bizkit’s Break Stuff for a recent fight scene. Overall, I like harder rock: System of a Down, Nirvana, Linkin Park. Stuff that gets your blood pumping and the creativity flowing.

AM: Speaking of creativity, you and I share a love of the dark — how did you come about the horror genre?

Tori Scot: Growing up, I watched my mom read everything horror. She is a huge Stephen King fan. On top of that, both she and my sister love horror movies–the bloodier, the better. I also have a love for dark elements, but my work isn’t quite as extreme. I’d say my writing has a touch of dark, whereas a writer like Stephen King is immersed in it.

AM: So should we expect your debut novel to give us chills like your short story Four Houses does?

Tori Scott:My debut, should it get picked up (my agent plans to submit it in September), is more of a dark comedy. Meaning it’s meant to make you laugh, but you know you shouldn’t. It also has romantic elements weaved in. So, it’s a bit of a mixed bag.

Tori is represented by Laurie McLean of Larsen-Pomada Literary Agency and you can follow her on twitter and her website.

 


Like Cockatoos by The Cure

The mood, the imagery, the rhythm. On an album that is mostly upbeat with a tinge of melancholy, this song reaches my dreams. I see trees rustling in the summer breeze, fighting the promise of rain. I hear sounds that come alive only at night, looming in the dark to disappear when the sun shows up. I smell a forgotten garden with flowers withered to the soil. And that voice… Robert Smith takes me to another world.

Whenever I think of my Wanderlust trilogy, the first instalment being Land in Abyss, in which a girl chooses her darker side so she can go through another dimension, Like Cockatoos feeds my soul. The first steps to becoming someone else, someone knew, letting go of who you thought you were. The final look at where you come from, saying goodbye to someone, something you will never feel, see or touch again. Like birds flying high, brushing the clouds, lost in a mass of blue.

This song molds my Wanderlust writing cocoon. The first notes take my breath away, and lead to the sinuous path of inspiration. I see black melting into deep purple, losing myself in the night’s sky. I see a girl facing the unknown, scared but brave, surrounded by creatures made of nightmares. I see her give in, becoming who she fears most: herself.

I was so young the first time I heard Like Cockatoos. Kiss Me… was the third album I bought from my beloved Cureheads, and it took me a while to fully understand it. Subtle, like most Cure songs; sad, which is a prerequisite; surreal, painting a landscape of abandonment. But love, always love, whether it breaks you, engulfs your very being, or leaves you standing in the rain.

And ever since, the song pulls at my heart, leaving me wanting much more.

Kiss me

Kiss me

Kiss me

(1987), Fiction Records