Thursday, September 30, 2021

The Doom Scroll ~ The Worst of Social Media ~ September 2021

 



What a terrific month to be a member of the human species, am I right? It’s like with each passing month I feel less and less like a participant in society. Like I view everything from the outside. But am I really above biases and being in an echo chamber? Am I guilty of dismissing information that contradicts my established worldview? I try not to be, but maybe it does happen. Most people would deny this even if they are in an echo chamber. And yet there are times when, for instance, despite knowing on an intellectual level that nation states are nothing but a social construct designed to control people, I am tempted to feel hatred toward Azerbaijan and its people for their acts in last year’s war. It is a shadow that has followed me for a whole year now. Nationalism, as it were. It’s one of the main things still dragging me down, keeping me from being above tribalism. I’ve blogged about this struggle before, and I still stand by what I said back then. But I feel like since the war I’ve gone backwards from the progress I had been making. Well, since I’m already talking about this now, why not dig up an article to commentate on that I saw on Facebook. Let’s get this emotional roller coaster started. It will be therapeutic.

A Grim Anniversary 


And here’s a link to the article.  OC Media is one of the very few mostly neutral media outlets you can find that talks about the Caucasus region, focusing on Armenia, Azerbaijan and Georgia. This article features an opinion from an Azeri and an Armenian on the state of their respective countries a year after the war. I don’t read a lot of articles from the Azeri point of view, so I found it interesting. Is it wrong of me to find schadenfreude in the fact that Azerbaijan’s “victory” has actually made things worse for their country in many ways? Their disabled veterans are being denied benefits for frivolous reasons, the suicide rate for their veterans is up, a culture of violence has taken hold of the country (and yes, it is a pity about the femicide and domestic violence, I certainly don’t like that, no schadenfreude there, but what do they expect these bloodthirsty soldiers who filmed themselves beheading Armenians and posted it on social media to do once they re-entered society being celebrated as “heroes”), the cost of rebuilding the areas of Artsakh that they invaded, ethnically cleansed and destroyed last year with bombs and illegal white phosphorus (it’s only a war crime if you lose, right) is astronomical, and I’m sure destroying Armenian churches, cemeteries and ancient artifacts to erase any evidence that Armenians ever lived there can’t be cheap either. Well boo hoo. If not schadenfreude, then at best I feel indifference. They did it to themselves. Some might use Azerbaijan’s dictatorship as an excuse for all of this, but if they really wanted to they could overthrow their government. Hell, Armenia did it a few years ago. But they don’t want to. Their fascist, genocidal, xenophobic government is a reflection of the majority of the people who live in the country. Just like America deserved Trump. As a society, they are complicit in the crimes their government commits. Sure there are a minority of Azeris who see the bigger picture and aren’t nationalists, and who disagree with their government. Even the ones who are nationalists were fed propaganda from the cradle up and taught to see Armenians as boogeymen, so is it really their fault? People are people, after all, ethnicity and nationality are arbitrary social constructs, countries aren’t real, we’re all just a bunch of monkeys on a floating space rock. But does this change anything? It doesn’t make Armenia and Artsakh’s 3,000+ soldiers and 80 civilians any less dead. Not to mention the 5,000-ish deaths on their side, which I am at best indifferent about. I get that they’re victims of their own repressive regime, used as cannon fodder to protect a politician’s ego. But I stop short at pity. I don’t feel obligated to feel bad for them, any more than an African American would feel bad for dead Confederate soldiers. I’m no Dalai Lama, I guess. 


So you see, I want to rise above nationalism, I don’t want to hate people I have never even met, but this sort of thing just drags me back down. I struggle with it. There’s a dark part of me that wants to hate. There’s a more rational and logical part of me that does not. It’s been a rough one year anniversary of this war, all that negativity is being dredged up again by all the news outlets. If they won’t shut up about it soon I’m going to have to unfollow all the Armenian Facebook pages and YouTube channels again because I really don’t feel like reliving this war for the next month and a half. It will keep me up at night if I let it. I still haven’t rejoined the Armenia subreddit because it’s so relentlessly depressing. I wasn’t even directly affected, but it still weighs heavily on me. There’s no use being depressed over something I can do nothing about. I can only imagine how horrible it must be for people who were directly affected. Do I have sympathy for Azeris grieving over lost loved ones on the anniversary of the war? No. I can confidently say I do not. Best I can muster is indifference. I blame them for any hardships they’ve faced because of this war that their own government started. Maybe I’m a hypocrite, or maybe I’m just not enlightened or compassionate enough. At least I can admit it. And I can try to psychoanalyze the reasons I feel this way.


One last thing from the article; it’s both sad and hilarious that the Azeris have a proverb like “a close neighbor is better than a distant relative”. Because they’re just soooo nice to their neighborsI wonder when, in the brief history of their artificially-created country that they pretend is ancient, the entirety of which they’ve spent hating Armenians, they had the time to come up with that proverb.


That’s Not How You Spell “Eat”



“Ah yes, Alexandria Ocasia Cortez, the left’s only hope in US politics. Don’t ever criticize her, she may not be perfect but she’s doing her best to push the Dems left. She’s changing the system from the inside. Why does the left always attack its own and self-sabotage? Stop gatekeeping and dismissing every politician that doesn’t pass your unrealistic purity tests. I don’t see you coming up with any better ideas, so if you aren’t either coming up with the actual solution to all of society’s problems or out there attending protests and throwing soup cans at the riot police you’re just a keyboard warrior and shouldn’t be allowed to have political opinions.”


Ahem, anyway, just regurgitating any counterpoints I’ve seen in regards to criticism of this political stunt. What do I think? What’s my useless keyboard warrior opinion that I have while doing nothing to come up with a better option or actively work for change myself? I’m glad no one asked! Well you see, there’s no politician on Earth that I trust. Because if anyone who stood any real chance of making progress and changing the status quo came forth they’d be assassinated long before they got elected into a position of power, like Martin Luther King Jr. for example. Simply put, AOC is where she is because she’s not a real threat to the ruling class.


I see AOC as the “Stone Cold” Steve Austin of politics. In the late 90s Steve Austin’s gimmick in the WWF was as a champion of the working class, a brash antihero going up against the evil boss Vince McMahon and foiling all of his dastardly plans. He satisfied the wish fulfillment we all have of beating up our boss. Why McMahon didn’t just fire Austin, sue him or get him thrown in jail after stunts such as filling McMahon’s car up with cement and spraying his whole family down with beer through a pressure washer hose was never really adequately explained. Realistically I don’t think even WWF’s rating war with WCW was important enough to keep someone who’s physically harmed you and destroyed your property employed in your company. I suppose there were one or two times Vince actually did fire Austin, but it never stuck, he was always back the very next week. But this “sticking it to the man” was all on television. Austin was still getting his paycheck from the same billionaire he claimed to oppose onscreen. Everyone was buddies backstage. He was never an actual threat to the WWF, in fact he was their biggest asset at the time. The fans were meant to see him as one of them, when he was just another highly paid performer.


Politics is just like pro wrestling. It’s all a show. But far too many people buy into political kayfabe, while wrestling’s scripted nature is common knowledge now. Thinking AOC is on your side is like thinking a Hooters waitress really finds you attractive. She’s no more “one of us” than Steve Austin was. She answers to the same puppet masters as every other politician in the US. “Tax the rich”. How wimpy. What a slap on the wrist. Taxing the rich isn’t enough to solve class inequality and rampant climate catastrophe. The rich always find tax loopholes. And 90 percent of taxes go towards building tanks and bombs and militarizing the police force anyway. This hollow publicity stunt has no more meaning than Steve Austin telling his adoring fans to give him a “Hell yeah”. It’s showboating. It’s performative. Entertainment Tonight wouldn’t be talking about it if it were an actual threat to the ruling class. She’s one of them. You’re either capitalist or anticapitalist, and if you’re capitalist, as she is, you’re not the left. No matter how much you claim you want to “reform” capitalism. The Democrats aren’t the left. They are how the ruling class keeps the left contained. They are manufactured opposition, in charge of keeping the masses from rioting.


Do I have any better ideas? On the internet you’re required to come up with a better idea if you’re going to criticize anything. You’re not allowed just complain and offer no alternative. (And that’s why I write this blog series instead of getting into internet arguments!) Of course, this is just a silencing tactic for someone who has no real counter argument. It’s just like when a conservative tells a liberal to leave the country if they don’t like it. But let’s see what I can come up with. I mean, I guess we could all vote for the Green Party and just see what happens. At the very least, if they still lost the ruling class would have to admit that voting doesn’t matter and the system is rigged. If the outrage at this was great enough we could look at dismantling the electoral college and gerrymandering. But noooo, third parties can’t win because no one votes for them, and no one votes for them because they can’t win, because no one votes for them. Circular reasoning. And besides that it’s all their fault when a mainstream candidate loses, apparently. American politics is doomed. There’s no fixing it. You can’t win. The only ways to win are things people will never do because they’ve been conditioned not to. Revolutions and such. It’s like my solution to the Israel/Palestine conflict; there’s a super easy and obvious fix to the problem that no one’s ever going to do.


Monkey See, Monkey Do


Don’t you love it when this argument comes up? Checkmate, atheists. Gee, I wonder why for 200 years no scientist ever thought to themselves “huh, you know monkeys still exist, if we evolved why didn’t they?” I guess they think scientists are trying to perpetuate some Satanic hoax. Good thing we have geniuses like Tim Allen to poke holes in their fragile logic in ways surely no one else has ever done. Following this “logic”, you might say “If English is a Germanic language why do people still speak German?” Or how about “If rock music has its roots in jazz why are there still jazz bands?” Turning it on Christians themselves, “If Christianity originated from Judaism why are there still Jews?” Your misunderstanding of science isn’t a valid argument against it. My other favorite non-argument is “the Theory of Evolution is just a “theory”, dur hur, theories are like guesses right?” Conflating the word “theory” with “hypothesis” isn’t a valid argument either. 


I never really watched Home Improvement, I’m not a very big fan of the Toy Story movies, but it is unfortunate that Tim Allen turned out to be a conservative propagandist dickwad. 


Steve Returns, I Guess


I was already about ten years old when Blue’s Clues first aired, so I never watched it. But it was impossible to avoid the hype when the former host Steve Burns came back to explain why he left the show and give the generation younger than me an encouraging pep talk. I eventually watched the video, and I can see how if you grew up with the show his speech would be touching. I got a similar feeling when I watched Mr. Roger’s final message. It’s like finally hearing back from an old elementary school teacher, a message from an old friend who you haven’t seen since 3rd grade or maybe even a grandparent who died when you were young. So I get it, even if Steve’s speech really didn’t move me much.


I did watch Nick Jr. in my early childhood, from the late 1980s to the early 1990s, before Blue’s Clues. We had Eureeka’s Castle, the Littl’ Bits and Maya the Bee, but you know who my hero was at that time? David the Gnome. Is he ever going to come back with an encouraging pep talk? No, because he died in the last episode. And it was a very blatant, unambiguous death; he didn’t hop on a bus and disappear like your Steve did, kiddies, he journeyed with his wife to a mountaintop and purposely died because it was his time and that’s what gnomes do. It was almost like he and his wife had a suicide pact and wanted to die together before they got too decrepit, and neither would have to live without the other if one of them died first. You lucky mid-90s toddlers. You don’t know what it is to grieve at such a young age. Here’s the episode if you feel like having a cry.


Anyway, here’s another funny meme I found based on the whole event. Ha, I remember wanting to watch Child’s Play as a kid but my mother wisely didn’t let me. 



Is the Meaning of Life Work?


Let’s unpack this Orwellian dystopian message. Now work in and of itself isn’t a bad thing. Work could be raising a child, work could be doing art, or writing stories, it could be household chores, planting and growing your own food, hunting and fishing, hell even playing a video game is a type of voluntary work if it’s difficult. Work can even be fun in that case. So yes, humans like to work, they like challenges and working toward goals, and life wouldn’t have meaning or purpose if all you did was stare at the wall all day (although there is something to be said for taking the time to get off the internet, drop every other distraction, lay down and simply exist with your thoughts every now and then, something a lot of people are afraid of doing). But how about when you’re working for someone else, to make their lives easier, to help pay for a CEO’s yacht while you’re compensated with bread crumbs, commuting to work for an hour, working from 9-5, wasting your limited time on Earth staring at a computer screen in a cubicle 40 hours a week while being constantly yelled at and disrespected by both customers and management, and micromanaged by supervisors breathing down your neck and getting on your case for taking too many bathroom breaks, until you’re too old and worn down to be of any use to them anymore, and the only alternative to this torment is loss of healthcare and income, potentially ending up starved and homeless? 


This is a perversion of work. It’s not the same thing that work was before the Industrial Revolution. And these are the kinds of jobs the vast majority of Americans have. Work can be fulfilling when it’s something you do because you want to do it. That’s not most jobs these days. These days most work is based on coercion and exploitation. They threaten workers with it often, but they would have already replaced the working class with robots by now if the point wasn’t social control. They’ve tied healthcare to employment, they’ve taken away the ability for most people to grow or hunt for their own food so that we are dependent on corporations for our food supply, they’ve put in place rent and mortgages and dozens of other bills, they’ve subjected the populace to constant subliminal messaging in the form of advertisements so that they will spend their money on frivolous wants and be forced to work more to afford their needs, all to keep the lower classes too desperate and preoccupied to protest against their tyrannical rule. The Protestant work ethic was created to keep people obedient, to be willingly exploited and to actually be proud of their exploitation. They convinced people that the enemy is not their own oppressors but other workers, illegal immigrants, “lazy” people. And they make sure we don’t think too much about how temporary life is; death is to be hidden and ignored, only something that happens to other people. Think too hard about death and you might not like wasting all of the years of your adult life where you’re still able-bodied working for a greedy corporation. It’s the biggest scam ever perpetrated. And even once you’re aware of the scam, you can’t exactly opt out of it because of the sheer amount of people who are unaware. 


So yes, the statement is technically true, depending on how you define “work”. I’m not opposed to work in general, but I am opposed to work as defined by modern American culture, and as likely defined by whoever put that statement up on the wall of the workplace. And that’s pretty much the opinion on the antiwork subreddit where this screenshot comes from. It was there that I was exposed to the works of David Graeber, which woke me up to a lot of this. 

Uh Oh, the Antivaxxers are onto us!


Bahahaha! This gave me a good laugh when I read it. Someone give this person a gold medal in mental gymnastics. Looks like maybe Breitbart is worried that their readership is dying off. So the left is using reverse psychology to get the right to kill themselves off. Genius. Now I don’t know what’s more wrong in this post; the fact that he thinks the left has anything to do with drone strikes, that the left is “fascist”, or that the left is in any way organized! I occasionally lurk around on the Herman Cain Award subreddit and read about all the dumb Trumpsters who refused to get the vaccine, insisted Covid was a hoax, posted a bunch of stupid antivax memes on their Facebook accounts (and there’s only like 20 antivax memes on the whole internet, it’s always the same ones), and then ended up dying from it. It’s addicting in a weird way. I feel bad for their loved ones, and it is really sad when they realize too late how wrong they were, but a lot of these people picked their literal hill to die on, and go to their death beds still ranting about conspiracy theories and blaming the democrats and the Chinese for their illness. At this point Trumpism is a cult, and not getting the vaccine is drinking the kool-aid. They’re drowning on blood clots with tubes shoved up every single orifice in their body to own the libs. Nothing has made me more relieved that I got vaccinated than reading that subreddit, and learning what it’s really like to die of Covid. Worst shot I’ve ever gotten that I can remember, but so worth it. A lot of people still don’t know what happens to those who die from it. The media isn’t talking about it, it’s all happening behind closed doors, in overcrowded hospitals. Sometimes the people featured on the Herman Cain Awards will be idly posting their conservative bullshit memes on Facebook, and one week later, they’re dead. It happens fast sometimes. Other times it drags on for a month. Or they think they’re getting better and showing improvement, only to die two days later. Scary stuff.


You know what, I demand a reboot of the show The Walking Dead, but in this version there was a vaccine for the zombie virus that conservatives refused to take, so they all became zombies and that’s how the apocalypse happens. It’d be more realistic. 










Saturday, September 11, 2021

Reflections on 9/11

 I just felt like getting some thoughts down on the 20th anniversary of quite possibly the most pivotal historical moment of my lifetime (and I’ve already been through a lot of pivotal historical moments in my short 35 years it seems). Just some ramblings and memories from that time, kind of a freewrite. I was living way over in California back then, 15 years old and had just begun my sophomore year of High School. Obviously being so far away from it I wasn’t directly affected, and neither was anyone I personally knew, but like everyone I was indirectly affected.


Anyway, I woke up at about 6am, as I normally did back then so that I could have a little time to myself before school. I would sit in my room and listen to the local student-run radio station 90.5 The Edge at the time. If there wasn’t a DJ in the studio (which there wouldn’t have been at that hour) it would just auto-play music with station bumpers in between. So I still had no idea what was going on that moment in New York, with no DJ to mention it. Anyway, I got to school, still not knowing anything was amiss, and I walked into my first class, English. And there it was on the TV. It felt like a movie. It was hard to believe that it was real. I still remember one kid in class was like “woah, cool explosion” when it showed a closeup of the plane hitting the building, and my teacher just snapped at him. “Cool?! You think this is cool?! People just died! The world is never going to be the same!” Poor dumb kid getting chewed out in front of the class. Anyway, we didn’t get any work done in that class, we spent most of it just staring dumbfounded at the TV screen. 


Later on the principal spoke over the intercom in between classes, with a nervous chuckle, saying that despite recent events he saw no need to cancel school that day. Kids were booing at this. The chuckling just made me want to punch him in the face. The rest of the day was just kind of surreal; a lot of teachers just went through their lesson plans as if nothing unusual was happening and it was just a normal school day. The deaths of almost 3,000 people was relegated to an elephant in the room. I think that was the weirdest school day ever. They really should have cancelled school, everyone was too distracted to do or learn anything. 


When I got home, coverage of the destruction was on every single channel. Even MTV and the Food Network, every channel. I remember the Chinese channel we used to get showed stuff the American channels weren’t showing, more carnage and people jumping from the buildings. Maybe that was the first time I realized that American media censors stuff. Anyway, in that moment I had the presence of mind to stick a blank tape into the VCR, do some channel surfing and record some of it, for the sake of historical preservation. The tape went from having old episodes of Family Matters, South Park and Celebrity Deathmatch to this. Symbolic of how this attack just abruptly came out of nowhere, destroying all normacy. After the footage the tape went back to normal, with Beavis and Butthead Do America on the tape. I still have the tape too, although I rarely have watched it since. 


What happened after the attacks was disgusting, as politicians stoked fear for their own personal gains, encouraging extreme nationalism to push in the tyrannical Patriot Act which stripped people of their rights, and used the attacks as a pretense to start two wars, one of which only just ended last month. Maybe they knew the attack was going to happen ahead of time and they allowed it for that reason, or maybe they’re just hyper-opportunistic. It sure was convenient for them though. Bush Jr. wanted an excuse to invade Iraq to avenge his daddy, and here one came. Maybe I don’t believe the really crazy theories like there were bombs in the buildings and such, but I’m open to the idea that something else was going on behind closed doors. As an aside, I almost miss the 9/11 truthers, because as conspiracy theorists they were downright wholesome compared to the conspiracy theorists today. 


It was a terrible time to look remotely Middle Eastern too. I’m just lucky I am white-passing, and the fact that back then I used my middle name Michael probably spared me too. That’s white privilege in a nutshell. I still got picked on for being short and just generally different, so it’s not like I had it easy per se, but race wasn’t ever a factor. I know a lot of darker Armenians were targeted by ignorant bigots who thought they were Muslims. Not that Muslims should have been targeted at all, but Sikhs, Indians, just anyone with darker skin was a target whether they were actual Muslims or not. Conservatives today try to push this narrative that everyone was united after the attacks, but that’s not how people of color remember it. It was a time of xenophobia and paranoia. 


Another interesting thing to think about is just how the world changed after that day, and everything that’s happened since. It was kind of a loss of innocence moment for us 90s kids. There’s really a before and after when my generation looks back on their lives tied to that day. It’s a BC/AD moment. Things just seemed to get worse from then on. Maybe stuff like the 2008 economic crash, all the climate catastrophes such as hurricanes and fires, and the Coronavirus pandemic would have happened anyway, but the 1990s were a time of relative stability in the United States (obviously not everywhere in the world), compared to how the 21st century has played out thus far. That’s why millennials get nostalgic for the 80s and 90s. And it’s hard to be optimistic about the future at this point, so there is comfort in the past. 9/11 was kind of like the first step towards our disillusionment with the world.


Anyway, I will likely recycle these memories into my webcomic Alcatraz High, when it gets to that point. It takes place between 2000-2004, and is partly based on my own experiences in High School, but right now I’m still in September 2000. So it’ll be quite a while before I get to that part of the story. I had September 11th be my main character Harry’s birthday for a reason. I read some articles about those poor unlucky people who had that birthday in 2001 and was kind of fascinated by it.




Friday, September 10, 2021

Top 10 Songs of the Month ~ September 2021/Հոռի 4514 ~ SDWTD, Ötzi, Pretty Addicted, Jrimurmur

 I’ve uncovered many good songs in my online travels this month. Some from brand new bands, some from bands I already knew and love, some from bands I’m baffled I didn’t hear of sooner, and some from obscure bands from ages past. It’s also a very international mix this time, with bands from Italy, the US, Norway, Armenia and Greece. Perhaps you’ll discover something new like I did!


Slow Danse With The Dead ~ Crucifix 


Slow Danse With the Dead’s new album Babble of Despair drops this month on cassette and CD, although the digital version is already available. I think I might go for the CD this time, I haven’t bought a new CD in the longest time (unless we count used CDs at thrift stores). See that way if I wanted to I could record from the CD to a blank cassette and have the best of both worlds. I think the sound quality of an official CD is probably better than MP3s burned on a blank CD too. Question is whether or not to wait for the next Bandcamp Friday so the bands get all the proceeds, or risk supplies running out. Hmm, I will have to decide. I included the title track from this album on last month’s list. This is another favorite of mine off the album, a somewhat edgy anti-religious rant song, with lyrics like “You scream to God, throwing a fit, even though God doesn’t give a shit.” We’ve been there. SDWTD’s other crucifix song “Dance with a Crucifix” is good too, but if we’re comparing them I like this one even better. 


Check the album out here:


Pretty Addicted ~ Phobia 

Pain’s not bad. It’s good.

Pretty Addicted makes its second appearance on my lists this month, with another track off of their recent Soul for Sale album. Upon repeated listens this song started to overtake “‘Tones and Whiskey” as my favorite. A song about dreaded phobias, especially of the dentist office, with its cringe-inducing sounds of drills in the background. I hate going to the dentist too, and had a very traumatic root canal done to me, so I can relate to this song. The line “I don’t want to be brave, I don’t want to overcome anything” stands out to me. Everyone looks at phobias as something you need to face and overcome, but what if you just don’t want to? There’s too much of a problem-solving mentality in psychology. I’ve gone through way too many therapists that tell you to just get over your problems when it’s much easier said than done. Then again, you do have to go to the dentist sometime, so learning to at least cope is something you kind of have to do, if overcoming the fear is impossible.



You can find the album here:



Ötzi ~ Scorpio


I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you Ohh but you’re a Scorpio!


This song is just a ton of fun. But what do they have against Scorpios? Are they saying they love someone despite their being a Scorpio? Are Scorpios unloveable? I don’t know a lot about Zodiac signs to be honest. 


Ötzi is a post-punk band out of Oakland, California, making them neighbors with the other Oakland post-punk band Mystic Priestess (and again I wonder where the goth scene was back when I lived in the Bay Area, seems to have caught on after I moved to Florida in 2015). Musically they lean closer to punk more than a lot of post-punk bands do, with fast-paced vocals and heavy instrumentals, especially with this song. I was putting together a goth sax mix (which I should do another blog about) and asked for recommendations on Facebook, and this song came up, which is how I discovered it. And you will see the goth sax on full display in this music video. This song came out on their Storm album last year.


You can find Storm here: 


Jrimurmur ~ Es Kendani Em!



I am still trying to get the word out about this post-punk/coldwave band from Armenia, which has contributed to the soundtrack of my summer for sure. They have made my list three months in a row. While most of their songs are downbeat, dark and atmospheric, this song screams with passion. “Es Kendani Em” translates to “I am alive” (Ես կենդանի եմ in Armenian script; I wrote it in English transliteration because that is how the band lists it). The first word is pronounced more like “Yes” than “Es”, but that’s how transliteration goes sometimes. I can’t listen to this without also wanting to shout “Es kendani em!” The climax of the song has this phrase repeated like a mantra. The wolf howl in the background of the final screams is a particularly nice touch, gives the song a really carnal adrenaline rush. It reminds me of the cry of a nation surrounded by enemies, declaring that they still live in spite of their enemy’s attempts to destroy them. I am not sure this is the intended interpretation, but it’s what comes to my mind. It isn’t a proud or happy shout, but one of desperation. The entire song has kind of a feeling of despiration. It screams “I’m still alive in spite of everything!” The music video, apparently a Soviet-animated adaptation of The Jungle Book, seems a bit out of place, but I imagine it’s unlikely to be taken down for copyright.

Their album “Lur Mur” which debuted last June can be found on Bandcamp:


Rendez-Vous ~ Distance





Rendez-Vous is a post-punk band out of Paris, France (as one might suspect due to their name). They’ve been around for a few years, starting in 2012, and my discovery of this band thanks to YouTube recommendations was another of those “how did I not hear this sooner?” moments. This is the title track off their album Distance, their second EP which came out in 2016 to much acclaim from what I’ve read. This song was named one of the 100 best songs of 2016 by Les Inrockuptibkes magazine (which must be a pretty cool magazine to include post-punk). I suppose it was the music video that drew me in, which is what a good music video does. The video is age restricted and only viewable on YouTube so I decided there was little point in embedding it here, but here’s the link to it. It’s just people getting the ever-loving hell beaten out of them. It must have been recorded at some sort of riot. Wouldn’t want the kiddies to get scared, or see it and start giving their sibling a beatdown, eh YouTube?


Distance is available from Avant! Records.



Garden of Delight ~ Blessed Minutes




For this entry we’re going back to 1984, for some music that is new to me because it came out before I was born and I never heard it. You want goth sax? Try an entire goth brass section. The goth trumpet and the goth tuba are things I never expected to hear. Something that probably could only have happened in the 80s. Anyway, Garden of Delight is a band out of Norway, a country more known for its black metal or the band Aha. And Mortiis, lest we forget. Garden of Delight was one of the first, if not the first, goth rock acts from the country. I wasn’t able to dig up a whole lot about this band (and it’s not the only band with this name either, making matters worse), but I did find an article in Norwegian which I was able to Google Translate. This song was a single released in 1984, which would later appear on the album Big Wheels in Emotion in 1987. After this, the band broke up, like so many other great goth and New Wave bands in the 80s who released one incredible album and then disappeared. But they had a legacy in Norway, introducing goth music to the country, although it would not start to catch on there until the late 90s, making this band ahead of their time. Still, one could argue that the visual aesthetic of the black metal that the country is so famous more owes a lot to goth fashion. So maybe Dimmu Borgir ought to thank Garden of Delight. 


I was not able to find out where to buy the album, unfortunately. 


Fear Condition ~ Paris at Night


We are returning to the bottomless well of the 1980s once more, the decade that keeps on giving. “Paris at Night” was released in 1986. The band Fear Condition formed the same year, in Thessaloniki, Greece. So the Greek goth scene has been around a lot longer than I realized, and I suppose modern Greek bands like Selofan owe a debt if gratitude to this band and others. This was another song that showed up on my quest for the goth sax, which you will find prominently featured here. 

This is off their album Till Night Comes Again, which I was not able to find on Bandcamp, but if you’re really serious about getting it there’s a very expensive vinyl of it being sold on eBay. It’s out of my price range, plus I lack a record player anyway, so I can only hope it gets rereleased someday. 


Rite ~ Beirut in my Garden



Rite is a post-punk band out of Italy, often spelling their name with a cross at the front of it which initially made me think the band name was “trite” (and no, my keyboard can’t make a cross). This song, “Beirut in my Garden”, is off their album Youth which came out in July of 2020. It’s a very low-key, chill kind of song with simple bass guitar and synth percussion, but I quite enjoy it. Who wouldn’t want Beirut in their garden? It would be worth it for the Lebanese food alone. Anyway, this is definitely a band to seek out if you’re a fan of post-punk, it has that classic sound that definitely could have come out in the early 80s. 


You can find their album here:



Kalax - Never Let You Go 



And now for a couple out-of-genre experiences where I’ll discuss a couple of the non-goth songs I’ve been into lately. Kalax is one of my favorite synthwave groups, as I tend to prefer synthwave with vocals (even though 95 percent of the genre is instrumentals). I was really into synthwave (aka retrowave) at one time in the mid-2010s, but nowadays the only bands I still really listen to are Kalax, The Midnight, Timecop 1983 and maybe a few others, provided there are vocals. I guess my musical tastes shift slightly every few years, but I’ll always have room in my heart for songs like the one above. This is another stirring song about a couple who have broken up or at least parted ways for some reason but still love each other, accented with passionate saxophone accompaniment. Yearning for lost love is a frequent topic in synthwave with vocals. Anyway, I will never stop thanking this band for the song “Let Go”, which I first heard after losing a job and it really kind of healed me. Although this song doesn’t really hit home for me in the same way I still really like it.

You can buy the single here:


Alice in Chains ~ Get Born Again


I went on an Alice in Chains binge a few weeks ago just because the mood struck me, and this song came up. It came out in 1999, and I don’t think I had heard it since then. I literally hadn’t thought about this song for more than twenty years, and it all came back to me. I’ve revisited the songs I liked in the 1990s so many times that it’s rare these days that I come across one I’d forgotten about that unlocks a long dormant memory. It used to play on the radio back then but somehow I never recorded it onto one of my mixtapes. There’s a very tragic backstory to this song I found out, as singer Layne Staley was deep into a heroin addiction that would cost him his life a few years later. He sang this weighing less than 100 pounds, and with no teeth. You can hear a lisp if you listen closely. Obviously the music video is using older footage of him. Although the song is about religious hypocrisy, you have to think this song was also about the end of his life in some subtle way; not literally about Staley’s impending death like David Bowie’s Blackstar album was for Bowie for example, but the subtext is there. Well, he needs to hurry up and get born again. Alice in Chains did continue on without him but as usual when a band replaces their singer it’s never been quite the same.

This song was released on a huge three-disc compilation album called Music Bank back in 1999 which also includes some demo versions of their songs (and I always like demo versions better for some reason), which I was not able to find for sale anywhere, other than as with Fear Condition, for a ridiculous price. But if you’re a huge fan, it’s worth having.