On my way down to the local spar to pick up some icing-less doughnuts with extra large holes for Je’anna (long story, later) this little chorus formed in my mind’s ear. Now for those of you who may not have gathered yet, I sometimes like to refer to myself and my core aesthetics as being somewhat ‘closet-goth’. My friends often scoff at the ‘closet’ part.
So imagine a typically less that adventurous Gothic melody in minor keys, a sound-scape with spacious stone cold echoes and a ghostly subtle reverb.
And then the throaty bass vocals going:
Letting go of youthfulness
loosing all your usefulness
say farewell to those you love
then live…
let live…
and die…
with a kind of macho sensitivity and compassion.
let live… and die…
On my way down to the local spar to pick up some icing-less doughnuts with extra large holes for Je’anna (long story, later) this little chorus formed in my mind’s ear. Now for those of you who may not have gathered yet, I sometimes like to refer to myself and my core aesthetics as being somewhat ‘closet-goth’. My friends often scoff at the ‘closet’ part.
So imagine a typically less that adventurous Gothic melody in minor keys, a sound-scape with spacious stone cold echoes and a ghostly subtle reverb.
And then the throaty bass vocals going:
Letting go of youthfulness
loosing all your usefulness
say farewell to those you love
then live…
let live…
and die…
with a kind of macho sensitivity and compassion.