Saturday, May 1, 2021

The Doom Scroll - The Worst of Social Media - April 2021

 



Welcome to the third installment of my monthly series where I lament the downfall of our society, offer my spicy political opinions, and make fun of bad memes. They’re kind of like writing prompts for free-writes, I’ve just realized. Gods I miss my Creative Writing classes. Even though they financially ruined me. Should have just joined a writer’s guild. Ahem, anyway, here we go. 


No, I Demand an Apology!




The Whites are at it again. I say that being white as a sheet myself. So according to this person, God personally decides what shade everyone’s skin is going to be before they’re born, and what they’ll have between their legs. I think if you take away all of the social racial privilege issues and look at it from strictly a Darwinian survival perspective it’s actually more advantageous to have darker skin, because you don’t have to worry as much about sunburns and skin cancer. I wish I were darker, actually. White people are just jealous, deep down. See I have to be careful in the sun. I need a sun hat and lots of sun lotion or I’ll fry to a crisp. Thanks for that, God. My skin tone may work for the climate of Ireland, not so much Florida. But at least the cops are less likely to shoot me for no apparent reason. Sad but true.


You know what my biggest problem with Creationism is? Why would a supposedly flawless and perfect supreme being create human bodies with so many design flaws? Why is it so easy for food to go down the wrong pipe and for us to choke? Why can’t we go much more than a minute without breathing? Why do we have to wipe our asses after taking a dump? Why do we get hang nails? Why are our eyes so sensitive that we can’t even touch them? And here’s a big one, why are human testicles on the outside of our bodies? Couldn’t a divine being have found a better solution for keeping sperm cells alive than having what is essentially a vulnerable internal organ on the outside of the body with nothing but a flimsy skin pouch for protection? What the hell is that? It doesn’t make sense. To say nothing of what females put up with, like periods and childbirth. A divine punishment to an entire gender all because some lady ate an apple a long time ago, was it? And what was that about forgiveness and turning the other cheek, hm? Do as I say not as I do, I guess. There are millions of other flaws in our imperfect flesh vehicles that I could go into, not the least of which is how they break down with age, as I’m already experiencing at 35 years old. I’m missing a tooth and I have lower back problems, can’t even sit for long. And yet this body was created by a perfect divine being in their image? Now I’m not really an atheist. I’m more of a pantheist I suppose. I like polytheism in a more symbolic way. I can believe that perhaps the universe has an inherent intelligence, and I’m fond of the hypothesis of panpsychism, but if the universe does have a higher consciousness and intelligence, it’s not an old man with a long beard sitting in the clouds sculpting people out of clay. Evolution is still the best explanation. Homo Sapiens is a work in progress.


But I’m putting way more thought into this than the original person who wrote this did. Basically all they’re actually saying is “shut up and stop complaining about being on the receiving end of systemic racism and sexism, which I personally benefit from and justify using religion. Don’t blame me or my ancestors for your oppression, blame HIM.” This person’s an arsehole. Got to love that emphasis on “HIS” too. God is definitely a man, so get back in the kitchen.
 

This was shared in Creepy Uncle Joe Biden’s Demented Shambling Neoliberal Nightmare. One of the best group names ever. 


The “Great” Outdoors



This screenshot made its rounds through most of the lefty groups this month. You know now that I have a kid myself I notice this even more. How is he supposed to go outside and play when anywhere he goes he might get hit by a car, or trespass on someone’s property? The town I’m living in, Rockledge, Florida, is swiftly becoming just like this picture. A sea of bright neon signs that stay on all night, billboards plastered with ads, dwindling areas of greenery and very few sidewalks. Everything that isn’t paved over with asphalt is private property, consisting of manicured lawns coated in pesticides and dog piss. There is a meadow in a vacant lot nearby the condo complex I live in but there are so many ant hills it’s like stepping on landmines. The ants have been driven out of everywhere else so they just own that area. For now, that is. There are a couple parks in town, but not within walking distance. And people wonder why kids are absorbed in their phones these days. What else is there for them to do? Older people seem to have this idea that kids could go rafting like Huckleberry Finn if they wanted to, but they’d rather play video games and be lazy. All the ponds in the neighborhood where I live are surrounded by houses and are private property. You can’t go anywhere. Parks exist but do you really want to go to the same park every single day? 


This is the world that has been crafted for today’s children. Cities planned completely around cars, suburbs and shopping centers. You’re not allowed to trespass on people’s lawns, and no one talks to each other. In the populated areas of the United States at least, that is the reality. It’s a disgusting reality. Cars really ruined the world, that’s what it all boils down to. That and lawns. We could be using that land to grow our own food and barter it with our neighbors for their crops, but no let’s have useless grass that we have to waste water on. I sense a conspiracy; the food corporations wanted to monopolize the food supply so they got local governments and Home Owners Associations to outlaw using your land for growing food. People who live in apartments really can’t grow anything. Then you have Monsanto putting copyrights on plant seeds and going after people who plant them. That way you’re forced to work crappy corporate jobs for money to buy food in order to survive. This is how they’ve enslaved us. They’ve taken away our ability to be self-sustaining. Makes for a very obedient population. I decided to research when this started, and it all started in the 1500s when the German aristocracy took away the peasants’ ability to use the land for growing crops and hunting, and privatized it, thus resulting in the German Peasant War, which the peasants lost, unfortunately for all of us today who aren’t filthy rich. Then this concept of the privatization of land was imported to North America, to the detriment of the Native Americans, who had no such concepts of private property. And it was imported everywhere Europe colonized. There’s a little history lesson for you. This is why it’s BS whenever someone says “it happened in the past, get over it”. You cannot separate the present from the past. The present is the culmination of the past, and things that happened hundreds, even thousands of years ago built up to the world we find ourselves in today. Nobody even thinks about this stuff, they just accept that we need useless plants and sprinklers. It never occurs to them that there’s something very sinister behind it all.


That’s how all these little rants of mine end, isn’t it? At least my conspiracy theories make logical sense. Gee, I wonder why I never learned about the German Peasant War in school? Couldn’t have been purposely left out of the curriculum, could it? Nah I’m just being a conspiracy nut.


Genocide Recognition as Retaliation for Genocide Recognition 




Obligatory Armenia-related post time. So this month was the month that the US president finally dropped the “g-word” on April 24th, date of the Armenian Genocide Memorial. I was shocked, I must admit. Biden said he was going to do that last year, but I didn’t actually believe him. Nearly every US president in my lifetime promised to recognize the genocide while campaigning, and then once in office chickened out, bowing to political pressure from Turkey. In fact when Obama did that in 2009 it was kind of a turning point for me in my political worldview, a disillusionment that gradually pushed me further left. Obama was supposed to be different from the others, you see. Hope, change, all that. It was supposed to be a new era. If you were alive and old enough to be aware of the news in 2008 you remember. So many promises. But he was just another spineless corporate-owned warmonger. I’m never falling for that again. Obviously Armenian genocide recognition isn’t the only political issue I care about, but I feel that this particular issue is a good litmus test. If a politician can’t keep a promise like that, what else are they lying about? What other human rights violations will they tolerate in the interest of keeping good relations with dictatorships? No one was surprised when Trump didn’t recognize the genocide; actually what was different about him was that he never promised to recognize the genocide in the first place. That’s still better than promising and then not doing it. At least it was honest. But I never expected Biden to do better on this litmus test than Obama had. Anyway can we close the ICE camps now? Yeah, I didn’t forget about those after Trump left office.


Now of course, this wasn’t really about Armenia. They don’t care about an unfortunate little Russian vassal state. It was just the US putting political pressure on Turkey. It would have happened years ago had it been recognized for moral reasons. But especially in light of recent events, Armenians must take victories where they can find them, however seemingly small. This was the result of decades of lobbying, marches and protests. I’ve been a part of some of those marches and protests myself. If the Armenian diaspora community had stayed silent, none of this would have happened. So yes, it was an achievement. Now that the United States recognizes it, hopefully other countries will too, if only to avoid looking morally inferior compared to the US (a low bar to set). Israel is the next big recognition that needs to happen. But they’re such buddies with the Azeris it probably won’t happen soon. It also involves acknowledging that the Holocaust wasn’t the only genocide ever in all of history, which they are reluctant to do. (Yes I feel justified in that jab.) 


In any case, back when the US senate recognized the Armenian genocide in 2019 Turkey actually did do something like the meme above. “Oh yeah? W-well you genocided the Native Americans, so there!” Once again following that logical fallacy genocide deniers love to use, that before any country recognizes a genocide they should recognize and atone for every single bad thing their own country ever did first, thus conveniently allowing Turkey to be last in line for punishment. It was pretty funny when they tried to do this to Germany in 2016 after they recognized the Armenian genocide, when they have already atoned for their past misdeeds. Thing is though, no one really denies what happened to Native Americans. Even the most psychopathic right-wing American patriots that are proud of the genocide of the Native Americans aren’t denying that it ever happened. To be fair though, I think that if the Native Americans had their own independent country and recognizing the genocide might open the United States to being forced to give land or monetary reparations to them, then you’d start to see the US government denying it. It’s not as if Americans are more righteous than Turks. Americans only don’t deny it because they know no one is going to force them to pay reparations for it. Nationalist Americans and nationalist Turks are very similar. Just as one could argue that the Armenian genocide is actually still ongoing (because genocide is more than just mass killings, but also denial, cultural erasure, loss of language, forced integration, forced relocation, causing emigration via deliberate economic pressure and threats of invasion, etc.), the genocide of the Native Americans is also ongoing for mostly the same reasons. The US has the KKK, Turkey has the Grey Wolves. It’s all the same. So if anything, my only problem with the above meme is that it makes America look more morally superior to Turkey than they actually are. 

This meme came from the ArMEMEia subreddit. 


Saying the quiet part out loud.




Here’s a sign that really makes my blood boil. Basically, it is saying that by subjecting children to verbal abuse you are breaking them down so that they will accept verbal abuse from employers later in life, and we should all be okay with this because “it’s life, get over it”. I certainly wouldn’t allow my kid to be coached by someone with a sign like that. First of all, and I may have stated this on other blogs, I hate the attitude of “that’s just life, that’s just the way things are and always will be, etc.” It’s more than a pet peeve. It’s so defeatist. That very attitude is the reason things never change or get better. Sort of like how the reason third parties never win elections in the US is because people are convinced they’ll never win so they don’t vote for them. A self-fulfilling prophecy. What would happen if everyone voted for the Green party? We’ll never know because of this attitude. So we’re stuck with the lesser of two evils. How convenient for the wealthy overlords, who foster this attitude deliberately. It’s a generational thing too. You usually hear this kind of sentiment from older people who have had all their dreams and aspirations beaten out of them over the years and given up hope, while younger people are more open-minded. And do I even have to say why I hate “get over it” just by itself too? It’s a sentiment that dismisses trauma and mental illness as something you can just choose to turn off and decide not to let affect you. Together, “it’s life, get over it” is the quintessential American mentality. That of victim blaming, gaslighting and the protestant work ethic.


Ah but this sign exposes something else. It outright admits that the purpose of school sports, and school in general, is not to teach, but to  emotionally break children down and produce obedient wage slaves, who will never question authority, accept the mere breadcrumbs they’re paid, and tolerate any and all verbal abuse thrown at them by employers, because “it’s life, get over it”. It exists to stamp out any rebelliousness, to stifle creativity, to produce “human capital stock” that will never stand up for themselves. Mere cattle. Submissive doormats. I wish I would have realized this back when I was in school. Of course, it didn’t fully work on me because I am somewhat unemployable myself, as an artist and writer with a Creative Writing degree who is incapable of getting “over it”. But I still have a hard time being assertive and standing up for myself, because I went through this kind of abusive brainwashing in school. It’s a lot to unlearn.


Anyway, the sign brought to my mind once again the movie They Live, which I talked about in the last Doom Scroll. So I made my own version:


The original image I found somewhere on Facebook, but the meme here is OC. 


Digital Art leads to oblivion 




Now here’s an asinine post with enough wrong with it to write an essay about. I have been working on a webcomic myself, using of course digital art (shameless plug). That shit ain’t easy. It’s not just pressing a button that says “create art” and you’re done. It does however enable me to use colors and effects that if I were to try to do it traditionally would cost me hundreds of dollars in art supplies. The ease of correcting mistakes also allows me to push my art further and improve. It’s far beyond anything I used to do in sketchbooks with colored pencils. It’s just an improvement over traditional art. This post is like bashing writers who type on computers and saying “Pick up a quill and dip it in ink. Don’t you want to be Shakespeare?” You want to talk about dumb, how about not knowing the difference between “you’re” and “your”? Ah but yes, going after someone’s atrocious grammar isn’t really a counter to their argument, is it? So let’s properly debunk it.


Anyway, do I want to be “Van Gooh”? Assuming this person means Vincent van Gogh, no I don’t think I want to cut part of my ear off and die penniless and not have my art admired until after I’m dead. I’m not very concerned about whether I will be famous after my death because I won’t be around to enjoy any of it, quite simply. You can try to postpone it, but one day everyone will be forgotten. No matter how famous they were. I did a whole blog on this subject last year, about coming to terms with my eventual oblivion. Even if I were to do physical paintings instead, how likely is it these days to get famous doing that? In fact I have done physical paintings before, and whenever I tried to sell them no one bought them. You’re more likely to win the lottery ten times in a row than become a famous painter. I can’t name a single painter alive who is a household name like Van Gogh. It just doesn’t seem to happen anymore. Our society doesn’t value artists. It’s not a guarantee to being remembered either. How many countless artists were there 100 years ago that have no surviving paintings and no one remembers today? This person seems to think everyone who paints something becomes famous or remembered. Yeah I guess I should handwrite a fan fiction because “Don’t you want to be Shakespeare?” Again, it’s ridiculous.


And does this person not realize it’s possible to print out your digital art? Yeah, printers exist. I plan on doing that with my comics. Even if it doesn’t get properly published, I can still go to FedEx or somewhere and get it printed and bound as a book just for me to have, or I can make posters for single pictures and have them framed, so when a solar flare or a nuclear war eventually knocks out the internet forever and society crumbles I’ll still have it. It would be just as good as a physical painting. The ability to print out digital art is the biggest reason this person’s argument has absolutely no merit. What an apoosh. And do you really think that if something as huge as the internet disappearing happens people are going to be around admiring artists afterwards? Yeah, maybe your painting will be admired by some post-apocalyptic scavengers raiding the ruins of your house for supplies.


Found this screenshot on What If Phones but Too Much. Rest assured I sure didn’t get it off Twitter myself, I’ve been avoiding that toxic cesspool.


Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed doom scrolling with me. Join me again next month. You’ve reached the bottom of the newsfeed now.



Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Album Review - UNEARTH’D

 



One of my readers was kind enough to send me an advance digital copy of this compilation album to review, and I was of course thrilled to agree to do it. UNEARTH’D is a collection of underground darkwave, post-punk and deathrock, put together in celebration of World Goth Day on May 22nd, which is when this album will officially be released. As an aside I had forgotten there was a World Goth Day; I would have thought if there were such a holiday it would be in either autumn or winter, because it gets really hot being dressed in black leather that time of the year. Although I guess goths in South America and Australia will be fine. Anyway, I found this to be a very fine compilation, like a well put-together mix CD. It introduced me to several new bands; even though I like to think I’m well-informed about new music in the goth scene the only band I had heard of before listening to this was Secret Shame, so this album does a good job of exposing underground bands to new listeners. So I recommend this album if the genre is up your alley, because you might just discover something new that you like. I think it would be great if this album became an annual compilation released for every World Goth Day, giving spotlight to under-appreciated bands.


I liked every song, but if I had to pick a top three from the album they’d be “Lost” by Horror Vacui, “Goodbyes That Last For Years” by Feeding Fingers, and “Let Me In” by Vincas; the last of which made it into my Top 5 Songs of the Month for April because of its inclusion on this compilation. For that I did a mini review of the track. All of the bands on the compilation are worth checking out though. You can think of this as a sampler for new bands to discover and listen to.


You can buy the album on Bandcamp, as well as sample a few of the tracks for yourself:

https://brokensoundtapes.bandcamp.com/album/unearthd


Track listing:

Dead Cells - Listen 

Horror Vacui - Lost

Vision Video - Static Drone 

Secret Shame - Storm

Feeding Fingers - Goodbyes That Last for Years

Solemn Shapes - Concealed 

Vincas - Let Me In (Dream Tent Remix)

Entertainment - Voyeur (single edit)

M is We - Arts and Krafts

Night Battles - Summer of Loathe 

Cold Choir - Paper Flowers

The Machine in the Garden - Beyond

Dispel - Journey into Limbo


Of note, when I was looking these bands up I found that two of them released music videos for tracks that appear on this compilation, which I might as well share. Listen for yourself!








Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Audiobiography - Reflections of My Life as Mixtapes



I’m turning 35 this year. Do it all over again, and I’ll be 70. It doesn’t seem that long ago I was worried that double my age was 50. I don’t personally feel 35, although my lower back begs to differ. But then, what does it mean to “feel” an age anyway? I appreciate the number of “Happy birthday” messages on Facebook. It can get a little overwhelming, but like having too much food in the refrigerator, if that’s your biggest problem you must be lucky. Birthdays used to excite me. Now, as the age number climbs, they haunt me. For some reason, ages that end in 5 or 0 are the worst. Completely abstract and arbitrary, but behind their symbolism, birthdays represent something very real. Grains of sand slipping through an hourglass. Time ticks away, in a cruel endless flow that accelerates with every passing year, and my body is gradually breaking down. No one really believes that they’re going to grow old when they’re young. “Other people age, but of course, I’ll be the exception.” It gets harder to live in such denial as you begin to age. The illusion has been shattered. Is it time for a midlife crisis yet? I’m still not over my quarter life crisis. But no matter how much time passes, no matter how much I may change, I am and always have been at my core, myself.


Music has been a constant companion to my existence on this floating space rock since the beginning. There are songs I associate with different periods of my life. I’ve been making mixtapes since I was 12, and I started making mix tapes covering eras in my life after I turned 20, as a retrospective of my life up to that point. The first of these is Mikey’s Music. I have mentioned on my blog that as a kid I went by my middle name Michael, and there were a few years where I went by Mikey. Hence, this mix was the music that Mikey liked. Nearly a separate entity from who I am now, but still me, deep down. It’s definitely just a summary, being only 90 minutes long but covering my first 12 years. Perhaps because I have retained so few memories from that long ago, it feels complete enough. It mainly consists of 1990s alternative rock. 


The next tape, Suren’s Songs: The Teen Years, covers my teens, from 13 to 19. This tape, 120 minutes long this time, follows my transition from alternative rock to metal and finally into dark electronic goth genres. Seven years in two hours was still only scratching the surface.


When I turned 30 I made the next one, Suren’s Songs: The Roaring Twenties, covering my life from ages 20 to 29. During these years I became a goth. Das Ich, And One and Ayria were my favorites. This was ten years in a two hour tape, or twelve minutes per year. Two to three songs for each year. So a lot was omitted. You still get a feel for each year. 


Wih my thirties, I’m going to do what I wish I had thought of sooner. Each five years will get a 90 minute tape. 16 minutes per year. That will be about four songs per year. I originally came up with this idea because two hour blank tapes are getting harder to find, since they don’t manufacture them anymore. But this gives each decade three hours, and I can cover more. I will do this for the rest of my life, as long as I can still make mix tapes.


I am going to share the playlists of each tape here on my blog. Then, you will be able to hear my life story. Of course, I have my own unique memories and interpretations embedded in each song. Thus, I’m the only one who will ever really understand these tapes. Just like we all are the only ones who truly understand our own minds. But I want to share them anyway. Perhaps someone who has been on a similar life path as I will relate to them.


Because I’m tired of Spotify not having half the songs I put on my mixtapes when I try to share them on my blog, I made a YouTube playlist this time, of all four mixtapes in one. And it was only missing one song (“Missing Track” by And One...ironically). Where available I included music videos, but not every song has a music video. I did this more for myself (just like this blog, pretty much), I don’t know who would actually want to listen to it. But it is a public playlist.


Listen along here:

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUzP1Twau7QIG1JgtWBPoGB1WaugydIcx


I wonder though. If my life were a mix tape, would I still be on Side A? If I live to 70, this would be where I flip the tape over. Hopefully I will live to be older than that. But I don’t know how long I’ll live. We are all serving out a death sentence in this strange universe, time and method of execution unknown. 




Mikey’s Music

This tape was just a mix, with no real chronological order. The later ones were more orderly. Still, it is arranged in such a way that the songs energetically flow together, giving it a whimsy, sentimental and nostalgic 1990s feel, but of course, with darkness lingering just beneath the surface. The other tapes don’t have that same flow, so sometimes the transition is abrupt and jarring. The first track, “Sledgehammer” by Peter Gabriel, accompanies one of my earliest memories, watching the music video on MTV as a toddler. It was released the same month I was born, April 1986, so in a way I feel that it heralded my birth. Most of the rest are from what was the prime of my childhood, from ages 9 to 12, in the mid-to-late 1990s. The time I am most nostalgic for, late Elementary School. This was when I first really started listening to the radio, mainly alternative rock stations, but before I started making mixtapes. It was my mother who was into this sort of music, and when you’re young your music tastes can sometimes match that of your parents, until you become a teenager and start listening to music they would never enjoy. I couldn’t leave out music from earlier in my childhood though, such as Paula Abdul, or the “Turtle Power” rap from the 1990 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie, nor music from Sonic the Hedgehog.

Side A

Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer 
Collective Soul - Precious Declaration
The Smashing Pumpkins - Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness
The Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight
Dishwalla - Counting Blue Cars
Oasis - Wonderwall
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - The Impression That I Get
Green Day - Brain Stew
Faith No More - Epic
The Prodigy - Breathe
Third Eye Blind - Semi-Charmed Kind of Life
Sonic the Hedgehog 2 Ending and credits theme

Side B

Partnerz in Krime - Turtle Power
Paula Abdul - Cold Hearted
Presidents of the United States of America- Peaches
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Coffee Shop
Gin Blossoms - Follow You Down
Fuel - Shimmer
The Smashing Pumpkins- Thirty Three
Oasis - Champagne Supernova
Big Pig - Break Away
Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun
Marvelous 3 - Freak of the Week



Suren’s Songs: The Teen Years

This tape was done chronologically. You’ll immediately notice an abrupt change in tone from the previous tape, as my childhood imploded due to bullying, school, and just puberty. It was an abrupt loss of innocence. “Anthem to the Year 2000” by Silverchair in particular signified my turn to the dark side, at least with regards to my musical taste. The Linkin Park type of stuff kinda makes me cringe a little bit, but it’s what I was into at the time, it’s part of who I was. What 14-year-old wasn’t listening to that band in the early 2000s? The mix takes us from my tumultuous Middle School years to my angsty, angry and dark High School years, and at the end, a change in direction as I finally began to work out who I was. It is a chronicle of my transition from Michael to Suren. An unpleasant, bumpy ride. 


Age 13

Silverchair - Anthem to the Year 2000
The Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm
Reveille - The Phoenix 
System of a Down - Sugar


Age 14

Linkin Park - By Myself
Rammstein - Mein Herz Brennt
Disturbed - Stupify


Age 15

The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist 
Rob Zombie - Dragula
Korn - Kick the P.A.
Adema - Freaking Out


Age 16 

Rammstein - Ashe zu Ashe
Linkin Park - Points of Authority (remix)
Korn - Thoughtless 
Covenant - Sulphur Feast

Age 17

Dimmu Borgir- Puritainia
Cradle of Filth - From the Cradle to Enslave
Mortiis - Parasite God
The Kovenant - Toward the Crown of Nights

Age 18 

Hanzel und Gretyl - Let the Planets Burn
Covenant - Through the Eyes of the Raven
Kamelot - Farewell
Das Ich - Uterus (Ashe Remix)

Age 19

Mortiis - Way too Wicked
Disillusion - Back to Times of Splendor 
Apoptygma Berzerk - Nothing Else Matters
Silverchair - Cemetery


Ehh, it’s kind of a cringey title. I should rename it. But it’s too much trouble at this point.


Suren’s Songs - The Roaring Twenties

My twenties were much less of an emotional rollercoaster, and this tape probably reflects that. It chronicles the music of my college years mainly, plus my trip to Armenia at the end. I suffered heartbreak with my first girlfriend, but met my wife a couple years later, and my second relationship ever was a success. It was overall an enjoyable time in my life, I had such dreams and ambitions, which didn’t quite wind up working out the way I had hoped, but let’s save that for the next tape. Once I discovered And One at age 23 that was almost all I listened to for a long time, so some years they appear more than once. They had a very extensive and varied discography. Anyway, I had a little extra room at the end of the tape, so that’s why Age 29 got four songs.


Age 20

Theatre of Tragedy - And When He Falleth
Das Ich - Nahe
Voltaire - The Happy Song

Age 21

Tristania - Tender Trip on Earth
Eisbrecher - Sakrileg 11
Voltaire - Hell in a Handbasket

Age 22

Orgy - Stitches
E Nomine - Wolfen - Das Tier in Mir
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - Save my Soul

Age 23

And One - Sometimes
Deathstars - Cyanide
And One - Stand the Pain

Age 24

Ayria - Lovely Day
Project Pitchfork - December Sadness
And One - Years

Age 25

Ayria - Start Again
Brighter Fires - From the Sky
And One - Save the Hate

Age 26

Mortiis - Closer to the End
Narine - Հայ եմ ես
And One - The Sun

Age 27

Ayria - Big City Lullaby 
Light Asylum - Heart of Dust
The Jetzons - Hard Times

Age 28

And One - An Alle Krieger
Zombie Girl - Panic Attack
And One - Missing Track (missing from Youtube too sadly)

Age 29

Alice in Chains - Nutshell
Ministry - Revenge
And One - Nyctophiliac 
Aurelio Voltaire- The Masquerade 


Like the Venn diagram?

Suren’s Songs - The Thirties Part I


The dawn of my thirties was really when I began to realize the harshness of reality, as well as the first aches and pains of aging, after I was cast out from paradise when I graduated with my Master’s Degree, which left me over-qualified for the jobs I wanted yet at the same time without enough work experience, and saddled with insurmountable debt. College had been a scam. I also learned through trying to publish my first novel that the traditional publishing world is a lottery, and self publishing only becomes profitable if you have enough money to market yourself in the first place. However, I did start working at a historical museum which I very much enjoyed. I got married, which of course was nice. When my wife became pregnant though I could no longer stay at my museum job because I needed health insurance, I toiled away at call centers, which chipped away at my sanity and became a very low point in my life. After this though, I got to raise my son, and with nothing at all to lose, I started blogging, writing Oz books and a webcomic. I stopped caring whether or not my art made money, and I accepted the fact that I may never be rich or famous, and that I may always be obscure and fade into oblivion. Doing so has been liberating. I got interested in astronomy, I started to finally contemplate existence, and see the bigger picture. Other than the shadows of my past, as well as the realization of what a dreary and unjust world this is, I’m overall in a good place at the moment. Anyway, here’s my mixtape. It chronicles the ups and downs of my bumpy journey through publishing, jobs, marriage and parenthood these past five years. I will do the next tape when I’m 40...in five years. Excuse me while I scream into a pillow at that revelation.



Age 30

New Order - Shellshock
Vellum Stairs - You’re Always Guilty
Katzenjammer - Soviet Trumpeter
Velvet Acid Christ - Evoked

Age 31

Brotherhood - Damned
The Midnight - River of Darkness 
Glaare - My Love Grows in Darkness
Paradise Walk - Rogue 

Age 32

William Control - Cemetery (acoustic version)
The Cure - Cold
Ministry - Game Over
Daniel Guerrera - Dear Rosie

Age 33

Holygram - Still There
Ace Marino - Summer
Silent Em - No Rest
Buzz Kull - Avoiding the Light

Age 34

SYZYGYX - In Pieces
Lebanon Hanover- Avalanche 
Forever Grey - The Style is Death
Slow Danse With the Dead- So Obnoxious 


Saturday, April 17, 2021

An Ode to a Hat

 

It has been twenty years this month since I began wearing this piece of tanned cow meat on my head, and I thought I would write about it, because it played a significant role in the development of my identity and sense of self. 



It was April 2001. I was 14 going on 15, and bullying throughout Middle School had left my ego utterly destroyed. I was still going by Michael, after all, it would be a few years before I chose to go by my birth name Suren, thereby accepting my birthright. I took band class during my Freshman year of High School, despite enduring three years with a sociopathic band teacher in Middle School who despite being a teacher seemed to hate teaching. Not a semester would go by where she wouldn’t make some poor kid cry in front of the class at least once. I suppose I was one of those kids once. I remember when I accidentally dropped and broke my clarinet, and she just screamed at me for it even though I was already upset. Another moment that stood out to me was her long-winded post-Columbine shooting speech. Someone had left their timer on in their instrument case, and she was afraid it was a bomb. She found out otherwise, but of course it was our fault she was paranoid because our generation is a bunch of soulless, emotionless, murderous robots. She said something along those lines. I could have taken shop class, or some other elective, but for some reason I was a glutton for punishment. The band teacher at my High School asked us to raise our hands if we’d had her as a teacher in Middle School. When we did, he sincerely apologized to us. She was that bad. 


But had it not been for my continued dedication to being tormented in a class I really didn’t have to take, I would have never gotten my hat. Band class in High School was way better. The teacher was cool. He even had us bring in the music we listened to and he would tell us the tempo of the music. I brought in Rammstein and scared the whole class. How fun. Anyway, every year the band class did a big week-long trip on a cruise ship to Ensenada, Mexico, where we put on a band concert. I got to go for this trip, my first time outside the United States (well, barely outside of it). I had my portable CD player with me of course, and to this day listening to Rammstein’s Mutter album and System of a Down’s self titled album make me think of this trip. We were only actually in Mexico for a couple hours, mostly we were on the ship. Ensenada was a tourist trap, not like real Mexico. Beneath the artificiality of it I could sense the real poverty of the people living there, sadly. Some kid was selling candy on the side of the street, and I asked him for change for a twenty dollar bill and he just ran off with it. I was surprised, but not angry, really. 


I went into a clothing store, and of course all the clothes was much cheaper than it would be in the US. They had a stand with leather hats on it, and I was immediately drawn to them. They were flat caps, technically. I can’t quite say why, but I think it was subconsciously because they reminded me of Fievel’s hat in An American Tail. Though 14-year-old me would never admit it, even to himself. This was during my “cartoons are lame and for babies” stage, which thankfully ended after High School. 


I picked a hat that fit me, and from then on, my hat was like a part of my body. Inseparable. I would take it off to sleep or take a shower, or when it was raining and I had to protect it from moisture, but other than that I almost never took it off. No matter how hot it got outside. Yes, this was probably not advisable. But it was something I could construct a new identity around. It was part of who I was. I always wore it backwards, for some reason it always looked better that way. The leather bill is too floppy for it to be worn forward. I think other kids at school were envious, because I soon saw other people wearing this style of hat too. It didn’t start a full-blown trend, but it got people’s attention I think. 


And over the years, I changed beneath the hat, while the hat remained the same. I’ve taken good care of it, and it hasn’t aged a day. It went with me on all my trips. I wore it in Florida, Armenia, Artsakh. It’s been everywhere I have been.  In my twenties I started collecting other hats, and wearing those a bit more often as I began to dress in button-up shirts and a blazer, which the leather hat doesn’t really look good with. I have a trilby, a derby, a top hat, a Greek Fisherman’s Cap, and a British flat cap (made of wool not leather). But when I wear my traditional outfit (leather hat, black hoodie, jeans), I feel like my old self again. I feel 15 again. When I drew my self portrait for my art and prose page over on Facebook, I drew myself wearing it, because even though I don’t look as young anymore, that still represents me deep down.




My Hat Through the Years: A Gallery


Age 15


Me with my friends, Age 16



Age 19


Me with my brothers, age 20


Age 21


Age 26, at an indy wrestling show


At Dashtadem Fortress in Armenia, Age 29

Age 34

Thursday, April 8, 2021

Top 5 Songs of the Month ~ April 2021/Ահեկի 4513 ~ Statiqbloom, Christian Death, Vincas

It’s been an interesting month for me musically, since the last of these Top 5 lists. I finally got a new MP3 player that holds 16 gigabytes; far more than the paltry 2 gigabytes my old MP3 player holds. So to fill it up I’ve gone deep into my CD archives and dredged up songs I haven’t heard in years. Currently I have 1,360 songs, and that number is growing as I go through my vast CD collection. On this MP3 player, bands as far-flung from each other as Metallica, The Cure, The Smashing Pumpkins, Dimmu Borgir, Lebanon Hanover, System of a Down, Kraftwerk, Voltaire, Cradle of Filth, Das Ich, And One and Cab Calloway all coexist. It’s music from all the stages of my life. As a result, I haven’t been constantly listening to new stuff lately, but instead taking walks down memory lane. My new stuff is on there, but few and far between as I listen to each song alphabetically. At the same time though, I did do a little shopping spree on Bandcamp recently too, so I have been listening to what I bought there. Some honorable mentions that aren’t on this list which I recently bought albums from are Bleib Modern, Slow Danse With The Dead and Forever Grey. They might make it next month, I just haven’t had enough time to listen to what I purchased just yet.


Statiqbloom - Black Walks Eternal 




Bad luck isn’t brought by broken mirrors, but by broken minds. 

This is one of those songs that I’ve known about for a while but took some time to climb my personal charts. I first heard it on a livestream concert Statiqbloom released last summer on YouTube, which I thoroughly enjoyed. The more I listened to the concert the more I liked this track. I finally bought the album it’s from this past Bandcamp Friday, Blue Moon Blood, released in 2017. The voice samples are particularly fun. “What’s wrong with me? I’m not some kind of kook!” At the end of the song we even get special guest vocals by the late Stephen Hawking (not really, but it sounds like him). My first exposure to Statiqbloom was the song “Thin Hidden Hand” a few years ago. They reminded me of a mixture of Velvet Acid Christ and Das Ich, two of my all-time favorites. I haven’t been disappointed by them yet so I will be working my way through their discography. 




Christian Death - Figurative Theatre (Klute Version)


This is a song I heard through Radio Garden on one of the goth stations. Even though they are a seminal, pioneering band for goth rock, I never really got into Christian Death before. Not because I don’t like it, it just kind of slipped under my radar. I was into the electronic side of goth music (industrial, EBM, synthpop, etc.) before I got into goth rock and post-punk in recent years. But this song is so very catchy. It’s off a remix album called Death Mix that was released in 1996. This track was remixed by Klute, who now goes by Klutae. It’s quite the earworm.

You can buy it here:

Vincas - Let Me In 


Vincas is a post-punk and darkwave band from Athens, Georgia. Interesting story about how I came across this song. It is part of an upcoming compilation album called UNEARTH’D, which I agreed to review on my blog. While listening to each song and kind of mentally digesting them and coming up with what to say about each, this one stood out to me the most. It seems to be about a creepy guy hanging around outside someone’s window, wanting to be let in. It’s a short song, but to the point. The twang of the guitar in this track betrays underlying southern rock influences I think. It definitely sounds like how you would think goth music from Georgia would sound.

Get it here:

No Man’s Land - Плачь



I first heard this one as part of another one of those Russian Doomer Music compilations on YouTube. The anguished, impassioned cry of “Plach! Plach! Plach! Plach !” is what got my attention. The word “Плачь”, “plach” in English letters, translates to “cry”. I didn’t realize this was what the singer was shouting repeatedly until I translated the title; I previously thought it sounded more like “blazh”. I’m still trying to learn the Russian alphabet. No Man’s Land released the album this song is from in 1997, Слезы, making it another 90s song this month that I just now discovered. I don’t know what else the song is about, but what I do understand is the emotion it.

A remastered version of the album is available on CD and digital on Bandcamp.


Minuit Machine - Lovers of the Night



Minuit Machine has long been one of my favorite coldwave bands. The songs “Don’t Run From the Fire” and “To Control” had been on my monthly charts late last year, and it was high time for this track to climb it’s way up as well, after I listened to the four track Don’t Run from the Fire EP it was on a few more times. The entire EP is excellent, by the way. Each track has so much power to it. But
, the previous two tracks I mentioned kind of overshadowed the rest for me back when it first came out. This song was brought to my attention again when the music video was released in early March. Sometimes that’s kind of what it takes to get me into a song, being that I’m constantly inundated with new music. The lyrics are interesting; I can’t really tell if it’s supposed to be a happy or sad song. The music itself is melancholy. The lyrics “Dance until you die, fuck until you cry” make me wonder what the singer was getting at. 


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