The Singer Rides Again!
Nov. 2nd, 2009 01:16 amDue both to a huge amount of recent costumery inspiration and the fact that if I get injured in my jujutsu class, I'd prefer it not be from tripping over my own pants, I once again dug out the manual for my 1968 Singer sewing machine and fired up the ancient monster. I got it at Goodwill some years ago for $30, and it has just about every foot, wobble-wheel, and do-dad it originally came with, including the big plastic case, and is in perfect working order over 40 years after it was manufactured.
They do *not*, BTW, make 'em like they used to. At all.
Besides being something with which one could comfortably beat up a beefy marine, it also has all the buzzes and whistles vis-a-vis stitch length and width control, feed control, and tons of pattern wheels and other gizmos to make my 50s house wife life easier! Add to that the $20 table I got that was *clearly* custom made for this series of sewing machines (the kind where the machine magically folds away) and I've got a pretty impressive stitchery setup for a tech yuppie male.
Thirty minutes and three attempts later, my pants are hemmed.
*take a bow*
Time to hit the thrift stores...
They do *not*, BTW, make 'em like they used to. At all.
Besides being something with which one could comfortably beat up a beefy marine, it also has all the buzzes and whistles vis-a-vis stitch length and width control, feed control, and tons of pattern wheels and other gizmos to make my 50s house wife life easier! Add to that the $20 table I got that was *clearly* custom made for this series of sewing machines (the kind where the machine magically folds away) and I've got a pretty impressive stitchery setup for a tech yuppie male.
Thirty minutes and three attempts later, my pants are hemmed.
*take a bow*
Time to hit the thrift stores...
Concert Review: Peter Murphy @ Emos
Jul. 15th, 2008 11:35 pmPeter Murphy @ Emos 7-11-2008
While a ten plus year veteran of the Gothic/Industrial scene, I can't say I've made it a priority to follow the seminal career of Peter Murphy. I've danced countless times to "Cuts You Up," and was aware that Murphy's fame came originally from Bauhaus, even if "Bela Lugoci's Dead" was the only song from that era that I could name off the top of my head. I almost missed Murphy this time around, a last minute tip from a friend averting disaster.
I was surprised to see someone as well-known as Murphy playing somewhere as small as Emos. The seemingly undersized venue was nothing but good for the small army of devoted fans that packed the hall. Easy spaces were available less than 10 feet from the stage throughout the show. Murphy was in fine form, with an arresting stage presence that slowly insinuated its way deep inside your pants. Perhaps the most visibly gay person ever to grace a stage, his snakelike, entrancing movements provided an excellent example to the repressed among us of how to let go.
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While a ten plus year veteran of the Gothic/Industrial scene, I can't say I've made it a priority to follow the seminal career of Peter Murphy. I've danced countless times to "Cuts You Up," and was aware that Murphy's fame came originally from Bauhaus, even if "Bela Lugoci's Dead" was the only song from that era that I could name off the top of my head. I almost missed Murphy this time around, a last minute tip from a friend averting disaster.
I was surprised to see someone as well-known as Murphy playing somewhere as small as Emos. The seemingly undersized venue was nothing but good for the small army of devoted fans that packed the hall. Easy spaces were available less than 10 feet from the stage throughout the show. Murphy was in fine form, with an arresting stage presence that slowly insinuated its way deep inside your pants. Perhaps the most visibly gay person ever to grace a stage, his snakelike, entrancing movements provided an excellent example to the repressed among us of how to let go.
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Peter Murphy is at Emos this Friday!
Jul. 9th, 2008 08:41 pmLink is here, and tickets are under $20!
Tickets for Flipside
Mar. 21st, 2008 11:58 amAfter having scored a Transformus ticket in under 24 hours by posting a request here, I suppose it's worth a try to do the same for Flipside. While I, personally, already have a ticket, DJ Warhammer and partner would very much like to bring the Industrial Dance Experience of Camp Krieg to Flipside, and need two tickets to do so. I've already got them on Bob's list, but I know a lot of friends do their ticket networking on LJ, so I'm also posting here.
The end of an Era.
Oct. 6th, 2005 03:10 amSo I had two major revelations tonight while dancing. The first is that the worldwide Gothic community is collectively a bunch of assholes for not making it more clear that dancing in huge leather boots is a total riot. Come ON people! For years footwear has been the major Fashion Failing(tm) of mine, I've generally worn very conservative, non-sexy penny-loafer type dance shoes because at least they were black, they fit, and they were great to dance in. Finding decent boots in my size is difficult, especially if you're as cheap as I am, but tonight all that changed! I found a decent set of size 12 1/2W Doc Martin knock-offs at Thrift Town for $25. They even had cushioned insoles already installed. I though they would be clunky and awkward, but BOY WAS I WRONG! They are definitely a little harder to lift and snap around, but my overall nimbleness increased substantially because of the lower center of gravity and the wider moment of inertia. This is especially true because I'm so into spins. There were times tonight I didn't stop spinning for two, maybe three songs. Hot diggity DAMN! By the time the night was over I was dancing with every sexual preference on earth, my lack of skilz dancing with other people notwithstanding. In a rare moment of my mouth getting me in trouble WITHOUT being open, I accidentally chin-butted one person. She stopped dancing with me immediately.
This brings me to the second revelation. Like many men, I've often been frustrated by the fact that many women seem turned off by direct come-ons. It's not that I'm not capable of more subtlety, in fact I generally move fairly slowly, but there are times when the whole mating dance thing is
We'll stop here for a moment to note that while the Boots are little godletts on the dance floor, they are NOT easy to remove. They need some kind of special name anyway.
Moving on...
...simply too complex, subtle, and generally goal-preventing. However, tonight, somewhere amidst all the posing, leaping, and crawling around on the floor, it came to me that the thing *I* didn't like about a lot of male come-ons is not necessarily because they're fast, or direct, or even that I'm not interested, it's that they're DRUNK and ARTLESS. There's just no beauty there. No intrigue. No bidirectional communication. Add to this either false or no confidence, and you have a fairly unconditionally lo(HOO-HOO-HOOser)sing proposition. Perhaps the ladies in the crowd can confirm or deny I'm on the right track here.
So my tip to men is, fast might be ok, but you have to be sober enough to detect the edge of the envelope you're pushing, graceful enough to be interesting, and confident enough for it not to seem like your at a fucking high school prom.
Ok. I'm done being gay now.
It's time for bed.
This brings me to the second revelation. Like many men, I've often been frustrated by the fact that many women seem turned off by direct come-ons. It's not that I'm not capable of more subtlety, in fact I generally move fairly slowly, but there are times when the whole mating dance thing is
We'll stop here for a moment to note that while the Boots are little godletts on the dance floor, they are NOT easy to remove. They need some kind of special name anyway.
Moving on...
...simply too complex, subtle, and generally goal-preventing. However, tonight, somewhere amidst all the posing, leaping, and crawling around on the floor, it came to me that the thing *I* didn't like about a lot of male come-ons is not necessarily because they're fast, or direct, or even that I'm not interested, it's that they're DRUNK and ARTLESS. There's just no beauty there. No intrigue. No bidirectional communication. Add to this either false or no confidence, and you have a fairly unconditionally lo(HOO-HOO-HOOser)sing proposition. Perhaps the ladies in the crowd can confirm or deny I'm on the right track here.
So my tip to men is, fast might be ok, but you have to be sober enough to detect the edge of the envelope you're pushing, graceful enough to be interesting, and confident enough for it not to seem like your at a fucking high school prom.
Ok. I'm done being gay now.
It's time for bed.