'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon.
I have to say, I thought that the whole whacky iPhone method of making a playlist worked unexpectedly well.
Hee. The political behind-the-scenes shenanigans were HYSTERICAL. "Okay okay! I voted for your song! Dangit!"
:)
Then the howls of "Who proposed THIS? Who VOTED for this?"
:)
I got to dance twice, and watch interesting folk dance a lot - in that way, it was *exactly* like most of my Saturday nights.
I have to say, I thought that the whole whacky iPhone method of making a playlist worked unexpectedly well.The best was Laga, floating from iPhone to iPhone, so as to not look like she was hoarding a phone, and asking "can I vote for a song I proposed?" Um, no, once you put it up there, that's about all you can do. "what about if I proposed it with someone else's phone?" Um. Ya, you could vote for it with another phone. "Squeee!!! Here's yours back" :: searches for another iPhone ::
For those visiting DC for any length of time - the Washington Post has a list of events (some free, some not) for the coming week every Thursday in the District section. There are also free papers - the "Current" ones (i.e., Northwest Current, Dupont Current) - come out weekly and will have a list of events as well.
"This Corrosion" is the "ring a bell, watch the goths dance" Pavlov song.
Gothnip
Gothnip indeed. Heck, any Sisters song brings on the effect, and it is super amusing to watch the young goths try to stay with the beat on "Temple of Love." They hear the drum machine and know "it is SoM, must dance!" but do not know what they are getting themselves into.
Hee! Oh, yes. I used to keep in time with it; I'm old now, so I half-time it. That way I don't suffer tachycardia and DIE.
:: wanders off to Youtube, encounters This Corrosion for the first time::
You know, I'm actually starting to feel really quite wistful, between Jilli's book and the various tunes that are apparently goth anthems. There is an alternative universe where, aged seventeen, I didn't end up on a Rotary Exchange year on SaltSpring Island, BC, where the social groups were: Hippies, Stoners, Preppy kids, Drama kids. (Which, even then, was wildly different from the social groups at Hogwarts my all girl, hockey-playing, uniform-wearing British High School [I had my head in a book and was fairly oblivious, frankly, but in retrospect I think they'd boil down to: horse-riding girls, shagging-around-in-nightclub girls, and I definitely wasn't either of those, so I just stuck to reading my SFF and wishing shyly that there were some venue other than the privacy of my room in which my small collection of vaguely antiquated clothes and clunky, fantastical jewellery might be appropriate.)
In some Alternative Universe I ended up on a Rotary Exchange year somewhere with goth kids and realised that there WAS actually a group with an aesthetic I could really, really get behind. And the whole shape of my life would have been different.
I think it's a little late in the day to go adopting goth wholesale without it feeling false - I'm too much my own flavour at this point, and not prepared to give up the ruby slippers. (Although I think perhaps I need to investigate steampunk.)
...omg, though! As I typed this, my dream just broke - and I just realised that last night I had a dream about being decked out in something fabulous, and all black, complete with hat, and having an awesome blonde bob which was slightly incongruous, and dancing swoopily. Huh.
eyes subconscious thoughtfully.
ETA. Oops. Wrong thread.
The interesting thing about THIS CORROSION is that I know people who never in a million years would think of themselves as goth (not out of any animosity - they just aren't), but love the song and will dance to it as soon as it comes on.
The interesting thing about THIS CORROSION is that I know people who never in a million years would think of themselves as goth (not out of any animosity - they just aren't), but love the song and will dance to it as soon as it comes on.
I would submit that this is due to the intersection of early goth and the '80's. Radio in the '80's blurs a bunch of the boundaries.