The Ha-ha's
Apr. 25th, 2007 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I must be in a weird mood tonight. Started w/me reading something about vintage lesbian art... so I started looking up 'vintage lesbian art' to add to my screensaver art collection & somehow ended up looking up pictures of Johnny Depp. That led to me looking up pictures of Edward Scissorhands. Which led, almost naturally, to Robert Smith & the Cure. Which led to Siouxsie & the Banshees because for some reason, when I typed in 'Robert+Smith+The+Cure, I was only getting pics of the old, puffy, blotchy Robert Smith & those kind of reminded me of how Siouxsie used to look. Her eye make-up led me to screen shots & movies posters of A Clockwork Orange. And from there, for some unknown reason, I started looking for Trent Reznor.
Now, I realize that there are hundreds, if not thousands, of rocker chicks and former rocker chicks who probably feel some 'connection' to Trent Reznor, that "oh, he's so deep, he sings exactly how I feel, it's like he knows me", and I am embarrassed for falling prey to that goofy fan-girl mentality, especially because I am 33 years old, old - fat and virtual slave to my job and computer... I didn't know what Reznor looked like til I saw his picture in a N'Awlins newspapers, years after I had that dream about him telling me Coyote stole his bride. I have never even been to a NiN concert (shock, gasp, dismay!), mainly because I am kind of afraid about my own over-emotional response. I fear I would be one of those screaming fainters you see in old newsreels about Elvis or the Beatles. (Speaking of the Beatles, there is a fusion band called Beatallica who are supposed to be a combination of the Beatles & Metallica, and they are releasing an album soon w/songs titled things like: Leper Madonna, Blackened in the USSR and more... I'm intrigued and repulsed at the same time by the whole concept.) I'd be the only person crying at a NiN concert, and it wouldn't be because someone in the mosh pit kicked me in the head, either.
Anyway, so I started looking to see if there were any stills from the Closer video, and I ran across this interview from 1994. He rented the Tate house in the Los Angeles hills - the scene of the Manson Family murders. I read this, and that goofy fan-girl connection got even stronger:
The first night was _terrifying_. By then, I knew all about the place--I'd read all the books about the Manson murders. So I walked in the place at night and everything was dark, and I was like, "Holy Jesus, that's where it happened." Scary, I jumped a mile at every sound--even if it was an owl. I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a coyote looking in the window at me. I thought, "I'm not gonna make it."
And speaking of Coyote and coyotes, I got my books, Coyote Medicine, Coyote Healing and Coyote Wisdom. Today in the bathroom, I read a story about how coyotes came to be. Apparently at one time, there was only one Coyote, not many. I've paraphrased it some.
Coyote talked Buzzard into taking him through the hole in the sky where the Skypeople lived. Buzzard made Coyote promise to meet him for the return trip before sundown made it too cold for Buzzard to fly. Of course, Coyote got to telling stories & gambling with the Skypeople, and he forgot about Buzzard until far after dark. Well, Coyote had gotten bored and frustrated with the Skypeople because they knew all his tricks, so he decided to go ahead back to the hole and see if by chance Buzzard had waited for him. Of course, Buzzard hadn't wanted to get stuck over night either, so Coyote was left all alone by the hole in the sky. He took a leap of faith then, wanting to get back to the old world where folks would fall for some of his tricks every once in awhile, and he fell for many, many days.
The people below were worried about how Coyote was faring with the Skypeople, and when he finally hit the ground in a broken, dead heap they figured the Skypeople had thrown him down the hole. Even though he had invented death, he didn't deserve to die forever, so all the other people gathered to pray to the Great Spirit that Coyote would be allowed to live in some form somewhere else. Well, late that night, after everyone had fallen asleep, the Great Spirit scattered Coyote's bones. Shortly after moonrise, all the creatures were woken by a horrible racket - where the bones had fallen, new little coyotes had sprang up and were singing their thanks to the Great Spirit.
Now, I realize that there are hundreds, if not thousands, of rocker chicks and former rocker chicks who probably feel some 'connection' to Trent Reznor, that "oh, he's so deep, he sings exactly how I feel, it's like he knows me", and I am embarrassed for falling prey to that goofy fan-girl mentality, especially because I am 33 years old, old - fat and virtual slave to my job and computer... I didn't know what Reznor looked like til I saw his picture in a N'Awlins newspapers, years after I had that dream about him telling me Coyote stole his bride. I have never even been to a NiN concert (shock, gasp, dismay!), mainly because I am kind of afraid about my own over-emotional response. I fear I would be one of those screaming fainters you see in old newsreels about Elvis or the Beatles. (Speaking of the Beatles, there is a fusion band called Beatallica who are supposed to be a combination of the Beatles & Metallica, and they are releasing an album soon w/songs titled things like: Leper Madonna, Blackened in the USSR and more... I'm intrigued and repulsed at the same time by the whole concept.) I'd be the only person crying at a NiN concert, and it wouldn't be because someone in the mosh pit kicked me in the head, either.
Anyway, so I started looking to see if there were any stills from the Closer video, and I ran across this interview from 1994. He rented the Tate house in the Los Angeles hills - the scene of the Manson Family murders. I read this, and that goofy fan-girl connection got even stronger:
The first night was _terrifying_. By then, I knew all about the place--I'd read all the books about the Manson murders. So I walked in the place at night and everything was dark, and I was like, "Holy Jesus, that's where it happened." Scary, I jumped a mile at every sound--even if it was an owl. I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a coyote looking in the window at me. I thought, "I'm not gonna make it."
And speaking of Coyote and coyotes, I got my books, Coyote Medicine, Coyote Healing and Coyote Wisdom. Today in the bathroom, I read a story about how coyotes came to be. Apparently at one time, there was only one Coyote, not many. I've paraphrased it some.
Coyote talked Buzzard into taking him through the hole in the sky where the Skypeople lived. Buzzard made Coyote promise to meet him for the return trip before sundown made it too cold for Buzzard to fly. Of course, Coyote got to telling stories & gambling with the Skypeople, and he forgot about Buzzard until far after dark. Well, Coyote had gotten bored and frustrated with the Skypeople because they knew all his tricks, so he decided to go ahead back to the hole and see if by chance Buzzard had waited for him. Of course, Buzzard hadn't wanted to get stuck over night either, so Coyote was left all alone by the hole in the sky. He took a leap of faith then, wanting to get back to the old world where folks would fall for some of his tricks every once in awhile, and he fell for many, many days.
The people below were worried about how Coyote was faring with the Skypeople, and when he finally hit the ground in a broken, dead heap they figured the Skypeople had thrown him down the hole. Even though he had invented death, he didn't deserve to die forever, so all the other people gathered to pray to the Great Spirit that Coyote would be allowed to live in some form somewhere else. Well, late that night, after everyone had fallen asleep, the Great Spirit scattered Coyote's bones. Shortly after moonrise, all the creatures were woken by a horrible racket - where the bones had fallen, new little coyotes had sprang up and were singing their thanks to the Great Spirit.
