This week was, as usual, pretty crazy. I worked a lot. There were appointments to attend and words to write. I find that I’m having nearly as much trouble struggling to get my word counts down as I was when I was in school not so long ago. Onward I fight, but the struggle is goddamn annoying. It would help if I had no responsibilities other than writing, but that is now an understandable impossibility.
Today I finished a nine-hour shift where I lifted patio stones and bags a manure all day. Oh, let me tell you how much fun that is!
Actually, the job’s not that bad. But that’s not why we’re here, is it?
I have some things I want to do in the future with Darkness Dwells. I want to start showcasing more authors. You can also expect to see more movie and book reviews. A lot more. There’s been some movies I’ve watched within the past week or two that I’ve been dying to talk about. I’m also reading one hell of an awesome book by Tim curran.
If you don’t know of Tim Curran’s work, well then … you’d better stay tuned because I plan on writing a lot about this guy’s work as well. He writes these awesome monster stories and I swear that nobody does creepy and scary like Tim Curran does. He does it so well, I have to wonder if he doesn’t have a basic template on “how to scare your audience to death” on hand somewhere that he edits as each story dictates. One day I hope to talk to him and ask him some of the thousands of questions I have for him. Until then, I can only sit back and admire his work.
You should too.
Another question I’d have for him is, how do you write so prolifically while holding down a job at the same time?
Maybe it’s because he doesn’t blog? Ha ha! Maybe.
Anyway, this week I’ve been obsessed with Marilyn Manson. Well, obsessed might be an exaggeration, but back in the day when MM was tearing the world a new asshole I was a big fan. He used to create some creepy music that is now lost in his music. Manson was once so passionate about his message. Today, his message is gone and it’s more about Manson the character rather than Manson the man who wants to burn the world.
Which brings me to Apple of Sodom, perhaps one of Manson’s creepiest songs that never made it to an an actual MM album. Instead, it appears on the soundtrack to the brilliant David Lynch movie Lost Highway, which Manson has a small role in. I remember when I first heard Apple of Sodom on the Marilyn Manson home video Dead to the World. This was over fifteen years ago, and the song sent shivers down my spine and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It was just so fucking creepy! So Satanic. I wanted to crawl in its muck and and become something wretched.
My goth side betrays me.
Here’s the video from Dead to the World. It’s not as creepy as I remember it, but it’s still good. Enjoy.
Yob is a band I’ve sort of been into for the past six months or so. They write pretty descent doom metal. During the second semester at College, I’d listen to this band while coding and they do well in putting you into the zone. This song, Before We Dreamed of Two, is just one of those songs that kick serious ass for at least the first half of it. I do think that this one suffers from length issues, with a possible big improvement if the latter part of the song were chopped off, but that’s neither here nor there.
The first half of Before We Dreamed of Two is one of those songs that I feel in my gut. From the mean beginning of the bass to the kick in of fuzzy guitars, I tend to scrunch my face up in a ridiculous grimace of cruelty as I bob my head.
So here it is. Before We Dreamed of Two, by Yob.