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Written by Sameerah
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Monday, 17 October 2005 01:12 |
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She was dancing in front of a dim blue light near the DJ booth. Her black hair swinging around her face and shoulders as she swayed back and forth the rhythm of some old skool DM, however it isnâ??t her dance that has caught my eye tonight, but the maroon lace top covering her corset. I canâ??t take my eyes away from the intricate spiders web design playing across her shoulders. Now Iâ??ve seen tops of this sort before at the cheap costume shops that line Hollywood Blvd. They seem to stock them nothing but those as Halloween approaches. Still something about this top is different and its something that goes beyond just to color. Perhaps it was because this didnâ??t seem to made out of the horrid cheap scratchy stretch lace that rears its ugly head at some shops. I just know I need to find out where she got that top! As the song comes to an end I push my through the crowded dance floor to where the girl is still standing, screaming over the noise of the club I ask her where she got her top from. She screams back, â??A online store called Dragons Blood Creations.â? I thank her rush to the bar and write the name of the store on a cocktail napkin before alcohol ruins my short-term memory. I stumbled home about 3am, and even in my far from sober state I couldnâ??t wait to get online and check out the new shop I learned about earlier in the evening, I was floored by what I saw! Beautiful corsets, tops dresses, vests in almost every style your dark heart could ever ask for. I was giddy when I went to bed that night, and the site got even better when I sobered up and quit seeing two of everything. Tonight weâ??re going to sit down with the Australian fashion goddesses of Dragons Blood Creations Terry and Adele to find out what DBC has in store for us next.
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 18 October 2005 01:19 )
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Written by Sameerah
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Wednesday, 12 October 2005 02:31 |
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Digging a Grave for the Fireflies
Iâ??m on the way to the movies with Rob, better known as the â??Soulless Wonderâ? to those of you that have heard me speak of him before. Grave for the Fireflies blares on the stereo pushing my lame factory issue car speakers to their absolute limit as we scream through Hollywood traffic making heads turn as people wonder why the sounds of hard core punk are coming from my white soccer mom mobile. Weâ??re in the middle of my favorite tune from GFFTF, Bite Marks, when Rob suddenly turns of the music and says, â??Iâ??m sick of this shitâ?. I am completely taken aback, not only did he kills the music, but you should never fuck with the tunes of the person in the caption seat! Thatâ??s just rude! Still Iâ??m curious as to what could have cause this reaction, before I could even ask what his problem was he burst into a tirade about how there is no evolution to music anymore, that artists are just puking up the same styles over and over again. In the middle of this fit he points to Punk as being the worse of all genres where this is considered. In the same breath he accuses people of my age of co-opting his youth, that people his age invented Punk and weâ??re just jumping on the bandwagon and should invent our own styles. At this point I am no longer listening to Rob and his venom and have turned the music back on to continue our journey.
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 12 October 2005 02:31 )
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Written by Sameerah
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Tuesday, 04 October 2005 20:06 |
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Fucks sake, Itâ??s been another shit day at my day job and once again I am running late. These days it seems like the story of my life. Tonight it isnâ??t a rush to get home and feed the cat or a potty emergency that sends me driving like a bat out of hell through the streets of Los Angeles. Tonight Iâ??m going to sit down with Things Outside the Skin, the dark industrial trio from NYC who won my ears with their blend of insane sounds and kick as lyrics. I soon found out that this group of guys does much more than make awesome music. They are all brilliant artists that work on projects ranging from music production to television and everything in between. They are perhaps the coolest group of guys I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Now that I have settled in with a cocktail I begin my journey into the minds of Tim, Chvad and Blight, the demented minds that make up Things outside the Skin.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 07 October 2005 22:41 )
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Written by Sameerah
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Wednesday, 07 September 2005 00:48 |
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Define irony. Its about noon and Iâ??ve run out of gas in the middle of the desert, on the stereo The Bloody Holliesâ?? â??Gasolineâ? blares shattering the desert silence. The description of my road trip woes are met with a hardy round of laughter from the band, â??yeah thatâ??s what weâ??re going for,â? laughs Paul, â??deep moments of irony that directly effect your life!â? â??Yeah whatâ??s really funny,â? Wes revels â??is that I wrote that song when I ran out of gas on my way back from Canada when I ran out of gas!â? suddenly I donâ??t feel so bad about having such a horrid trip as I sit outside with the band after their set.
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 07 September 2005 00:49 )
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