While watching
Edward Scissorhands
the other day, I thought, "Now the castle here is just about the most perfect goth setting ever." Then I thought about Halloweentown and Jack's house. Then I thought about the dilapidated zoo in the snow in
Batman Returns.
And, of course, the sets for the Lemony Snicket movie were all exactly perfect.
There really ought to be a Goth Town somewhere.
There really ought to be a Goth Town somewhere.
Yes, there should. If Buffista Island happens, it can go there.
Will you let me live there even though I don't like the music?
Don't forget about the Addams mansion - from the movie, not the show, of course.
Will you let me live there even though I don't like the music?
Of course. Though you've already expressed liking for some Nick Cave and I'm pretty sure you'd love all the snarky gothy piano ballads mix I made, as they are (a) pretty (b) smart (c) somewhat wicked. All of which I associate with the Betsian aesthetic.
Evil Night Together - Jill Tracy; The Wine - Clare
Fader; Coin- Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls;
Temptation - Holly Cole; Diamonds Are Just Glass -
Kamikaze Ground Grew; Nobody's Baby Now –
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds; Little Water Song –
Ute Lemper; It Was Her House That Killed
Nessarose - Hannah Fury; Leslie Anne Levine –
The Decemberists; Junk Shop Clothes - The
Auteurs; Daybender – Bela; Coming Attractions -
Circus Contraption; Dream (For Dana) – Smoke;
You Leave Me Cold - Jill Tracy; Trust In Me - Holly
Cole Trio; Sally's Song - Danny Elfman; Alice –
Tom Waits; The Fine Art Of Poisioning - Jill Tracy;
The Vampire Waltz - Hannah Fury
Hmmm. I really should track down some Hannah Fury, shouldn't I?
And Betsy, of *course* you can live in GothTown.
Hmmm. I really should track down some Hannah Fury, shouldn't I?
CDBaby - $10, I think. I sent you that mix, didn't I?
CDBaby - $10, I think. I sent you that mix, didn't I?
No, you did not. I will now sulk at you. Just imagine the pouty lower lip, wide eyes, and tapping of one pointy-toe shoe.
No, you did not. I will now sulk at you. Just imagine the pouty lower lip, wide eyes, and tapping of one pointy-toe shoe.
Huh. Well, that was kind of stupid of me. Fortunately, I can just throw it in an envelope with the Guy Maddin Dracula ballet, and the early sixties paperback of Charles Addams cartoons I bought for you the other day.
Because, I'm always mindful of paying proper tribute to your inimitable style and rare beauty.