tinhuviel: (Torquemada)

I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.



This is all true. photo 1264091_10153348891685721_288267917_o.jpg1. Full name: Tracy Angelina Evans
2. Nicknames: Tin, Tinhuviel, George, Darth Shriek
3. Birthplace: Asheville, North Carolina USA
4. Birthday: 10 September, 1967
5. Where Do You Live Now?: San Diego, California
6. Parent(s): Father Unit has passed.  Mother Unit is here in San Diego.
7. Sibling(s): ZERO
8. Looks: Better off invisible.
9. Favourite Animal(s): Anything non-human, except for millipedes and centipedes.  Like humans, they can go fuck themselves.
10. Favorite TV Show(s): Impractical Jokers, Better Call Saul



11. Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: Most everything but Country and Opera.
12. Favorite Movie(s): Sci-Fi, Unusual, Conceptual, Foreign
13. School: Some college, focusing on English and Veterinary Assistance
14. Future School: I’m too old for this question. The Chapel Perilous

15. Future Job: Testing new, effective sleep aids.
16. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: nah
17. Best Buds: I’m a bit of a hermit these days.
18. Favorite Candy: Milk Dud
19. Hobbies: Music, reading, writing
20. Things You Collect: Grudges, CDs, movies, moments in time.



21. Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: Yes
22. Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? The eyes and brain
23. Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: Red & Black Triskele on right hand, Green Shriekback logo on left hand, Mwanza Flat-headed Agama with green and blue hues instead of pinkish and blue.
24. Piercing(s) And Where?: not anymore
25. What Do You Sleep in?: clothing
26. Do you like Chain Letters: aw HELL NAW.
27. Best Advice: Reality is peripheral.
28. Favorite Quotes: Hope for the best, expect the worst. - Mel Brooks.
29. Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleep
30. Dream Car: A transporter



31. Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: Avoid the sun.
32. What’s Your Bedtime: Whenever I’m lucky.
33. Where Do You Shop: Wherever I can.
34. Coke or Pepsi: Cheerwine

35. Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: Something loose that will allow me to blend into my surroundings.
36. Favorite Subject(s) In School: English and Creative Writing

37. Favorite Color(s): Green, Red, Black
38. Favorite People To Talk To Online: People with brains and a wicked sense of humour that has set them on the road to Hell.

39. Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root beer

40. Do You Shave? I’m too old for that bullshit.




41. Favorite Vacation Spot(s): I don’t do vacations.  My favourite place to BE is England.
42. Favorite Family Member(s): Smidgen
43. Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? WHAT?
44. Favorite CD you own: Currently Without Real String or Fish by Shriekback
45. The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: Going with an old standard here and saying Pat Robertson.
46. Favorite Food(s)?: Potatoes
47. Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: I have a very short list.
48. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: Bleu Cheese.
49. When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? I don’t care, as long as I end up on Craggy Dome.
50. Do You Believe In Aliens?: Absolutely.








51. If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do? I’m already a Professional Misanthropist.
52. Things You Obsess Over: Various artists, ideas, philosophies, theories, general weirdness
53. Favorite Day of the Week: Don’t bloody care.
54. An Authority Figure You Hate: The Feudal Mistress still tops the list.
55. Favorite Disney Movie: Bambi
56. What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter
57. What Toppings Do You Like On Your pizza? Cheese, with extra cheese, and cheese on the side.
58. Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): I never ate it.
59. If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? Avebury, Wiltshire, UK
60. Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: Sleep, if I can accomplish it.







61. Favorite Magazine(s): Don’t have one.
62. Favorite Flower(s): White rose

63. Favorite Number(s): 5

64. Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): Ben & Jerry’s Wavy Gravy

65. What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: Dangerously intelligent, beautiful, talented, and hilarious.

66. What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? I inadvertently introduced myself to someone as his wife.

67. If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? I would be fearless.

68. Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: breakfast first.

69. Favorite Time of Day: Whenever I get to sleep.

70. Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: Why not?



71. Do You Ask The Girl/Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: I don’t go there anymore.

72. Do You Mind Paying For Sex? I never would.

73. What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: Sentience

74. Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cell

75. Favorite Sport: Flambodious Butt-walking

76. What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? Love

77. How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: Not very long.

78. What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Electric Light Orchestra’s Alone in the Universe.

79. Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? NEGATIVE

80. Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? I hate it more than I don’t win the lottery. I hate psychics, especially the ones who claim to talk to your dead relatives.  They’re grifters who should be drawn and quartered.  The End.

tinhuviel: (cadmus pariah)
Wherein [livejournal.com profile] beheretinnitus speaks with the inimitable Barry Andrews and Carl Marsh!
Just click the pic to be taken to the podcast!
tinhuviel: (Can't Stop Writing)
Because technology isn't alarming enough as is. I wonder if you could print out your own 3-D Shriekback for that concert you never got to attend.




Barry
by Gerpho
on Sketchfab


tinhuviel: (Shriekback - Nemesis)
Barry has created a blog on Tumblr, and has written an intriguing bit of Shriek history. It certainly cleared up some of my original assumptions that they were dabblers in the occult.

You can see the original post at the Shriekbackmusic Tumblr, and I am also pasting it here, for the purpose of posterity.

Of Oracles )
tinhuviel: (Bellatrix)
Barry posted this in his Facebook. It's very funny, and very nicely worded.


Rosalina. Woman.

You constantly revile me with your singular lack of vision. Be aware, there is an essential truth and beauty in all things. From the death throes of a speared gazelle to the damaged smile of a freeway homeless. But that does not mean that the invisibility of something implies its lack of being. Though simpleton babies foolishly believe the person before them vanishes when they cover their eyes during a hateful game of peek-a-boo, this is a fallacy. And so it is that the unseen dusty build up that accumulates behind the DVD shelves in the rumpus room exists also. This is unacceptable.

I will tell you this Rosalina, not as a taunt or a threat but as an evocation of joy. The joy of nothingness, the joy of the real. I want you to be real in everything you do. If you cannot be real, then a semblance of reality must be maintained. A real semblance of the fake real, or “real”. I have conquered volcanoes and visited the bitter depths of the earth’s oceans. Nothing I have witnessed, from lava to crustacean, assailed me liked the caked debris haunting that small plastic soap hammock in the smaller of the bathrooms. Nausea is not a sufficient word. In this regard, you are not being real.

Now we must turn to the horrors of nature. I am afraid this is inevitable. Nature is not something to be coddled and accepted and held to your bosom like a wounded snake. Tell me, what was there before you were born? What do you remember? That is nature. Nature is a void. An emptiness. A vacuum. And speaking of vacuum, I am not sure you’re using the retractable nozzle correctly or applying the ‘full weft’ setting when attending to the lush carpets of the den. I found some dander there.

I have only listened to two songs in my entire life. One was an aria by Wagner that I played compulsively from the ages of 19 to 27 at least 60 times a day until the local townsfolk drove me from my dwelling using rudimentary pitchforks and blazing torches. The other was Dido. Both appalled me to the point of paralysis. Every quaver was like a brickbat against my soul. Music is futile and malicious. So please, if you require entertainment while organizing the recycling, refrain from the ‘pop radio’ I was affronted by recently. May I recommend the recitation of some sharp verse. Perhaps by Goethe. Or Schiller. Or Shel Silverstein at a push.

The situation regarding spoons remains unchanged. If I see one, I will kill it.

That is all. Do not fail to think that you are not the finest woman I have ever met. You are. And I am including on this list my mother and the wife of Brad Dourif (the second wife, not the one with the lip thing). Thank you for listening and sorry if parts of this note were smudged. I have been weeping.

Your money is under the guillotine.

Herzog.

tinhuviel: (Flint)
As I slodge through this story, "Feeding the Tree," I have learned the following things:

  1. I am way too fond of Flint for my own good.

  2. I am pretty much incapable of "going all the way" with Cadmus and Flint, although I'm gonna keep trying.

  3. BA does not care one bit how much I corrupt his artsy/craftsy object. "Go nuts," was the sentiment, if memory serves.

  4. The Internet is more a hindrance than an asset when you have anchored characters, because you learn really quickly that anchors can suddenly raise their ugly heads (an expression, not an opinion), and remind you that the world is smaller than a flea these days.

  5. I am unable to write on this story until after the sun goes down.

  6. Writing both Cadmus and Flint at the same time is increasingly a detriment to my mental health.

  7. I think about "Feeding the Tree" more than write on it because...#2.

  8. I should stop doing Google searches on anything, ever. Amen.


In other news, that will make no sense to anyone but me (well, maybe @miintikwa), when offering up a picture of pants, please have some pants on. ::dies::

I think that's it. Now back to wrestling with this story...
tinhuviel: (Hickey Monster)
God hates me. Event Horizon came on the TV while I actually got to sleep last night. It woke me up. I looked at the screen, and there was Jason Isaacs. Damn.

Someone posted a picture of a gigantic bat on Facebook. Now, I usually don't notice stuff like this, but this bat had some seriously oversize junk. It could be a porn star.

Speaking of porn, I wonder if anyone else is getting a kick out of the XXX Olympics. Naked volleball, naked sprints, naked swimming, naked everything. Oh, and there'd be a boob competition and a penis size competition. The bat would win.

I watched a Hoarders marathon on TLC yesterday. I am now compelled to sanitise my house and start going through Aunt Tudi's stuff. She was definitely a hoarder. Not a bad one, but bad enough. Why do we need 14 jars of nails? So yeah... I don't want to end up on that show. o_0

I have more Tim Roth Tutorials to post here. I'm up to 111 of them. That's pretty pathetic, but he's been in so many movies, it's hard to stop making the Tutorials. There's so much fantastic material to make them.

A Shriekback fan freaked out when he heard Barry's version of This Big Hush and asked if there was any way he could get Haunted Box of Switches. I asked Barry, and he's sending me a few copies of them. I'm going to give one to the Shriek fan, but I'm selling the others on eBay. I've already sold some of The Y Records Years and sent B over $50. So yeah, that's rolling on nicely.

The body shop told me that Speck (my Smartcar) isn't too badly banged up. They think that Nationwide will just pay to have it repaired. That's a relief. The problem is, I'm kind of leery of driving any distances now. What if I had a seizure on the Blue Ridge Parkway? I'd fly off the mountains and die a horrible death. Then again, I wouldn't be aware of anything, so I'd perish passed out. I just don't want to hurt anyone else.

Okay, that's it for me. Onward and upward.

Murder

May. 21st, 2012 09:37 am
tinhuviel: (AndyBarry)
If I am found dead with earbuds in my ears and Twitter on my computer screen, please have these two men arrested, because they will be responsible for my untimely demise. I swear to god, being freaked out so often for so long is causing white crinkly hairs to pop out of my skull and wave about like Beaker's 'do.

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tinhuviel: (NOT SAFE)
Remember THIS POST from a couple of days back? Well, I got permission from the parties to post the song.

Have a nice day.



Oh, and someone please tell me if it uploaded okay 'cos, like I said, even as I remain consistent in my support of All Things Shriek (and related!), I'm not ever listening to 'Pin' again. Ever. Again. O_O
tinhuviel: (AndyBarry)
The latest Tweetage from Andy Partridge got me to re-pondering one of the Great Mysteries of musical life, and one I often shared with the Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade in '99 and 2000.

It has always been my contention that Andy Partridge was a Jedi and Barry Andrews was a Sith, just from the music they each make. Now, I don't believe that so much anymore, considering some information that has come to light since that time; but the music is still very much Light Side/Dark Side sounding. Here's a fine example.

The Jedi:
"Don't you know, in this new dark age, we're all light."


The Sith:
"I feel our two young deaths so close now, smiling soft and shiny, the blade is sharp and fine, it could just slit us open."


So yeah. To this day, the dichotomy strikes me. They're like the faces of Janus or sommat.

Tinny

May. 8th, 2012 02:58 pm
tinhuviel: (Andy Partridge)
Well, today started out most momentously. First, a track back.

Yesterday, I took a wild hair and Tweeted Andy Partridge, saying:  "Hey you, any more musical collaboration with Barry Andrews in the future?  Love the Monstrance project! :D"

I didn't expect to get an answer. He gets so many Tweets, there's no way Andy Partridge could feasibly answer everyone, and my question wasn't the most popular in the world. There is a contingent on Partridge's page that still holds a grudge against Barry because of the messy break-up of XTC in 1979/1980. I figured I'd be cursed out by strangers, but not ever hear from Partridge himself.

I was wrong.

At 11:55 this morning, I got this Tweet from Andy: "Thanks Tinny.  No, as Barry didn't like the project enough to carry on.  Shame, I thought it truly had merit."

Sucks that Monstrance won't be heard again, and I'm still wondering if B and Andy might work together again on another Shriek album, but the most brain-burning part of his message was his calling me Tinny.

Andy Partridge called me Tinny.

**dies, then comes back to life so that I can die again**
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
I started this project in January, teaching myself how to make movies in order to bring this music to everyone. You can see the progression of how I grew from being a complete movie-making moron to being a mere idiot. I'm kind of proud of my dumbass self.

Here's the final song, all thanks to Khanada Taylor and Barry Andrews! And the lyrics gave me the opportunity to feed my Great Mortality fascination. Morbid? Yes. Groovy? I think so.



And here's the full playlist. Actually there's a fourteenth song, but B won't share it with me because his Virgo nature finds it unfit for consumption, even private consumption. How about that?



Hope you enjoy these, and please spread the love! These songs deserve to be heard.
tinhuviel: (Faust)
I'm trying to get my ducks in a row, gathering up various pictures [livejournal.com profile] acook will need for reference, as well as writing up what I envision for the cover of The Augury of Gideon. Then I'm going to tackle some other publishing mountains before me. That aside, though, I found this picture, and it perfectly represents the innocence that defines Faust/Kallum. Scottles is the other half of the Faust/Kallum character, but the picture that best defines that is not published and I'm not gonna be responsible for doing that now. Anyways, here's the James McAvoy picture.

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Gotta get this, the Scottles picture, and the picture of B that best represents Cadmus in the third book (I have the perfect one), along with a picture of the actual Augury, and a written description of what I'm seeing, and we'll be good to go. ::crosses fingers::
tinhuviel: (Blood Prince)
I'm writing an explanation about my obsessions, why I have them, and what impact they have made on my life. It has turned out to be gigantic, so much so, I'm gonna have to wait until tomorrow to hopefully finish it. Needless to say, I doubt anyone will bother to read it once they see how long it is.

Bruce McRae is a serious repository of pre-Shriek material. Since he was part of the original Restaurant for Dogs and is now one of the brains behind Thee Caretakers, he has information, music, and photos relevant to folks who are connected to him and to the Shriek Tribe and its satellite bands/artists. That said, I've been working with Bruce and Carlo Asciutti in an attempt to garner some interest in Thee Caretakers. Bruce has been sending me not just Thee Caretakers music, but also old Restaurant for Dogs material. He seemed to be impressed with my work on making the video for The (without the extra 'e') Caretakers' song "Dark Horses," so he's wanting me to make more videos for Thee Caretakers. Not sure if he wants any RFD songs done but, since that was essentially Barry's band of which Bruce and Carlo were a part, I figure we'd both need to get his nod before proceeding. That's down the road somewhere, if it's even on the road. We'll see.

So, in addition to sending me music, he has also sent me pictures of Thee Caretakers and some RFD photies as well. Not sure why he sent this one, but it'd be a nice addition to the Shriek site I'm wanting to reestablish, so that's where it's gonna go eventually. Eventually! I'm pegging this piccie to be circa 1980-81, definitely post XTC. Probably a RFD-related photo, or perhaps part of Fripp's League of Gentlemen. Wherever it came from, B looks like a teeny-tiny tot in this picture. Who knew he'd grow up to destroy the world? Joking.

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In other news, I am watching the second season of Lie to Me, and I already have two Tutorials in mind. One especially is going to be great big gobs of fun. So that's my goal for tomorrow, other than going for another orthopaedic follow-up for my knee-knob replacement. Gonna go straight there and straight back, considering I am driving a gas-guzzling tank and I have to go to Greenville on Saturday for Aaron's consecration.

Be sure to check this space tomorrow for the "novel" I'm currently writing. I am pathetic when it comes to all this. Ha Ha.

B and Finn

Apr. 7th, 2012 10:24 am
tinhuviel: (Barry - Elf)
Pretty pretty pretty grooveh.

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tinhuviel: (Blood Prince)
If there's anything I could do to persuade Barry Andrews to cover this song, just tell me what it is, and I will do it.



Just picture it (auditorially, that is): whisper-growl interlacing with ineffable funk bass. It could be so Vast and Dangerous. Despite my faith in such an unholy marriage, B refuses to walk down that road.

And that's a damned shame.
tinhuviel: (Andy Partridge)
It boggles my mind that this footage still exists, and in such excellent shape. Here's a very young XTC performing songs on French television. The footage is circa 1978 and features a very young Andrews on a very abused saxophone. Andy Partridge is already exhibiting what a brilliant individual he would later on become. I needn't say that about Andrews.

tinhuviel: (Cadmus Castigation)
Pardon me, I am a tad intoxicated. Why? This is why!

Starling Murmuration and Toroidal Vortices are, by language default, the exclusive realm of Barry Andrews...or at least they should be.

But noooooooo... Murmuration apparently appears in profound ways in the movie Skellig...and I saw it like a day after I made the Illuminati video for 'Walking on the Wind,' aaaaannndddd toroidal vortices, the focus I made for 'Sea Theory' the pre-Shriek alternate version by Barry Andrews, are also called smoke rings, which can be seen HERE, being made by Tim Roth.
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The very phrase, TOROIDAL VORTICES, belongs to the realm of Andrews. How could it not?

Is it any wonder why Cadmus wants to wipe the Earth clean of Flint? Hell, I want to! It's fucking my shit up, these connections. Stop it already.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Dark Eyes)
When the Digicon mailing list was in its heyday back in 2000-2001, we always had a Song of the Week. One week, the song 'Evaporation' was featured. Very rarely did I offer up my own interpretation of any songs when presiding over the mailing list. I left that to everyone else. But that week, Derk posted the SOTW, so I felt more comfortable letting my thoughts be known, especially since it was always one of my favourites. I did not realise that the archives are still present online, and I found the interpretation that was written in April, 2001.

I hear this song and am now reading the words for the first time…..and am stricken with a feeling that can’t properly be verbalised ~ but I’ll try..For me, ‘Evaporation’ is a tapestry of the bittersweetness of the undeniability of Love and how it so often comingles with Death or the idea of Death.  It’s the drawing into something else as the origination dissipates…becoming and unbecoming simultaneously. A love that kills the self by letting the adored one inside the essence of You, making you more whole than ever imagined, but releasing all that you are into Everything. Light within the deepest Dark, a blinding shelter ~ content with silence since touch is the most intimate and honest tongue, and one needs no other sense in the arms of desire. The spark of Life in the stillness. Something so extreme that it transforms into its own opposite and, in so doing, neither polarity exists but in the other.  The ascent of joy into the realm of Death as defined by passion (la petite mort ~ the infamous ‘little death’) ~ a succumbing to the natural proclivity for union and the immersion of Self in an Other ~ there’s no choice but for us to love and release and die in order to love again. It’s as certain as a bird will take flight.


Apparently, someone sent the interpretation to Barry. It was probably Derk, since he was only one of two people with whom I shared Barry's email address. Barry emailed me, saying that he read the interpretation and that I got it right. Then he offered up the background of the song, saying that he was mellowed out by a bottle of wine and the words that had been shared with him. So, this is what he wrote. It ended up on the site, with his permission. Most everyone thought it was pretty groovy.

Evaporation

It was 82 and Viv and I were living at Burghley Rd (Carl and Jo upstairs).

The basement was inhabited by Mr. Paul Scrivens (a very old man indeed - with an old man's name - a watchmaker and heavy smoker). Mr. Scrivens had been finally moved out to some place where they could keep an eye on the poor old sod. He'd started pissing on the bedroom floor because his legs were too dicky to make it to the toilet down the corridor. Viv - a keen collector-of-things - wanted to get down there upon his leaving and I was curious about his set-up down there. Neither of us was disappointed: there were many objects recalling Paul's non Old-Bloke past - long locks of his ex-wife's hair laid on the mantelpiece - a book of Shelley with a sexy (for 1940) dedication..all his watchmaking gear - he was a skilled geezer - oh loads of stuff. The local squatters kept up a steady ant-like procession through the back windows for a week or so after. We got some nice little crystal bottles; a few books. And there he was gone. He was precarious at the time - there's no way he's still alive. It was a moment of Looking at It: Death. Love. Loss. All that. I had a night job dismantling shelves up in Hendon and while Viv slept and I organised myself to go to work at midnight I stooped over the cassette machine playing the groove from the studio (working title: 'quizzical little bastards' because we thought the toms sounded like curious prairie dogs in a wildlife doco) and I wrote 'Evaporation' full of Mr. Scrivens' life and death and lost lovers - the huge vacuum beneath us in his vacated flat, which you couldn't help but picture yourself in at some much later date. The night, the empty rooms - only dust and rubbish left, really now. It doesn't take long to disappear. That was it.

I'm still really pleased with that tune ~

Lee Perry was the presiding spirit, of course (Dub that you can't dance to - you can only lie down to) and the tune could be Ecclesiastical or Celtic - killer combination. And the smouldering vocoder which flickers around the voice and allows me to sing a melody I'd otherwise be embarrassed to sing. We played it to Groucho Smykle, the Reggae producer who did Jam Science and he turned it up on the big speakers at Island so you could really feel Dave's huge bass-line (all the huger for being so gentle) and he said approvingly 'dis ya Bad Music'. Bad and Sad, I thought. That's the human condition for you..

~Andrews (6 April, 2001)



He very rarely offered up explanations to the songs, preferring people to draw their own conclusions, so this was a pretty important departure.

I don't think I ever wrote another interpretation of a Shriek song.
tinhuviel: (Flint)
A very appropriate line, given my issues with "The Waltham Phantom" (the Cadmus/Flint short) and Flint himself. He is pretty well pissing me right off with his insubordination to Cadmus, along with his overly-active sense of irreverence.  And now the bastard is writing himself.  The only character who has ever done that has been Cadmus Pariah.  Having two autonomous creations in my head is pretty much a recipe for utter madness.  Anyway...the line.

"There the insolent rat is subdued and is stricken and shaken."

Yeah, that. That all over the damned place. Why? This is why...

 “You and I,” Cadmus said, his voice one of dead silence scattered amongst the lilies and dry leaves. “We are cut from the same cloth in many ways.”

How...do you figure?”

Cadmus moved his head away from Flint, and averted his eyes back, giving Flint a sidewise glance that had the perfectly desired effect. Flint could not stop looking at him, so enthralled he was with the beatific Pariah.

Well, Flint, it seems that you and I are the only Vampires to walk this Vale of Tears, who can mask our passing from others of our tribe. Only the very special can do this and, apparently, I am not the only one, when all this time, I thought that I was. This is a monumental discovery, my Absinthe-eyed friend.”

Flint smiled widely. “That was what he called me, the Vampire who brought me over.”

Absinthe?”

Yeah.”

And you did not keep the name.  Why is this?”

Flint shrugged. “I preferred my own.”

Flint.”

Well, Simon Flynt, to be honest. But it just morphed into Flint in these contemporary times.”

Cadmus could not wrap his mind around this ridiculous Vampire. He tried very hard to mask the emotions that spilled over when he least expected them.

So, you are telling me that you have not truly changed your name in over six...hundred...years...? And you abandoned a perfectly good name aligning yourself with a perfectly wondrous drug for this common little cognomen with which you were born into mortality?”

Cadmus felt his grasp of his Glamour slip a little, and saw Flint lean away from him, unsure as to what the Plenipotentiary was going to do. The hint of anger in the Pariah's voice disconcerted him enough to shake the unquestioning desire stabbing at his heart, if only for a few seconds. This was a dangerous creature, Flint surmised, and he must be very careful indeed.

But it was only a brief moment of hesitance before Flint was back in the throes of desire, sitting on this tree branch with the greatest of all the Darklings who still walked the Earth.

Cadmus had returned to his regal state of imperviousness, exuding every shred of Glamour he could muster on Flint without killing him with the enormity of it all. Flint seemed drunk from the effect...until he reached into his jeans pocket, pulled out an almost broken cigarette, popped it between his lips, and lit it with an equally bent match.

Cadmus did not know what to think of this. Flint should have been nigh to paralysed by Cadmus' magickal attentions. He knitted his brow and pursed his lips, watching the younger Vampire take a long drag off the scraggly fag. Flint cut his eyes back to Cadmus, full-on love shining in their strange greenness, and he said, “One of the great things about being a Vampire is you can abuse your body all you want and nothing ever affects it. You can smoke ten packs a day, and your lungs will remain like two pretty pink roses in your ribcage!”

The Dark Chylde of Night closed his endless eyes and pulled a deep breath, taking in the secondhand smoke along with the long gulps of oxygen he craved to calm his fury. What madman had turned this person to the night? Cadmus danced on the edge of desperation to know, so he could go murder him, if he were in fact still alive.

tinhuviel: (Flint)
I'm watching this movie right now, and it's probably the most insane representation of Flint I have seen to date. I mean, seriously, the hair even? Jesus fucking christ! And, I'm sorry, but Tim Roth just doesn't do a completely convincing American accent. Well, I take that back. He's pretty good with a drawl, but I've noticed a lot of Brits seem to be more comfortable with a Southern accent than with a contemporary American accent.

In other related news, I got my DVD player back to working. This makes me very pleased. Watching DVDs on the computer sucks big hairy donkey balls.

In other less-related news, I was planning on writing all day, but ended up driving to Greenville on a lark, as is documented in a previous post. While I was out, though, I got some Baileys for mah coffee, but I may have to imbibe a tad tonight and see what happens with the Cadmus/Flint narrative. Cadmus is fairly pissed off in my head right now, and I need to exorcise the demon before he takes me over, like so many times in the past.

...actually, I remember now. The last pub we went to, the one where the picture that shows up in 'Contract Song' was taken, I had switched from Guinness to Baileys because I was still fairly freaked right the fuck out. How ironic that this is my drink of choice as I play around with the drunken Celtic writer persona.

Why, Barry? WHY?

So, I'm off to finished this damned movie (I hate Bridget Fonda...married to Danny Elfman, kissing all over a lanky-haired Roth. I should be so lucky...) and take up the virtual quill before Cadmus crawls out of my head and murders me.
tinhuviel: (Flint)
Whilst doing a search for an obscure Tim Roth performance on a British show called 'The South Bank Show,' I came across a five-part doco about Clive Barker from the same show. Funny, that, considering Barker and Roth could have been separated at birth. But that got me to thinking about how much Clive Barker has infiltrated my life.

In the 80s, of course, along with a host of others from my generation, I went to see the horror movie Hellraiser, and was utterly transformed into this soul who could no longer see the world in exactly the same way. Clive Barker had shown me that, for lack of a better phrase I'm going to steal from Shriekback's 'Exquisite,' "beauty can be terrifying, and there is nothing straightforward about pleasure." I had always been a diehard Stephen King acolyte, but that was no longer enough for me. It was heartening to hear Stephen King give his blessing to Barker, as it seemed to give me permission to wholly love this man.

But it was years before I actually read any of Barker's work. The reason for this was, his books were not available in our local libraries (that has since changed), and I could not afford to buy any of them. That changed when I began working and I soon began buying as many Barker books as I could find in the bookshop. The first book I read by Clive Barker, The Damnation Game, I read in 1990, at almost exactly the same time I began voraciously listening to Shriekback. The following books were all read to an almost exclusive Shriekback soundtrack:


  • The Damnation Game

  • The Hellbound Heart

  • Weaveworld

  • Cabal

  • Imajica



A decade later, that connection was made quite apparent when the group that helped bring to life the Shriekback Digital Conspiracy decided we needed a collective name by which Shriekback fans who came across the site could call us. We wanted a more obscure name for the word 'group,' and we wanted something that would align us with reptiles. It fell to me to create the title and, drawing from Clive Barker and our collective sense of conspiracies and how they connected to Shriekback, I suggested the name of Cabal Iguana. The others dug it and Derk, who was my partner in crime in all this, us being the two founding members, well...he adored it. So it stuck.

Imagine my sense of hilarity being twisted almost to breaking point when [livejournal.com profile] booraven22 and [livejournal.com profile] morriganwind dubbed our writers' group The Writers' Cabal, of which we three comprised the Vampire Division. I still have our tee-shirt, which I often wear with pride. The fact that my place in the Cabal was assured simply because of my stories, which found themselves insanely driven by Shriekback's music, made me cackle with a sense of absurdity. And one of Barry's friends, who is a writer in his own right, is a member of our Writers' Cabal on Facebook. My, how things do cycle 'round in an endless sort of madness. At least in my little world.

Then, there's the Illuminati's music, which I'm trying to finally bring to the world almost 24 years after it was all recorded. One song, "Gods in Exile," brought visions of Clive's worlds to my mind. So I began a search for his artwork online and began to collect pictures. This was the result.



The picture that's shown when Adrienne Loehry screams out 'GODS IN EXILE!' is Clive Barker's own vision of Pinhead, who was never called Pinhead in The Hellbound Heart and was actually envisioned to be more female than male when first written by Clive. Of course, once his childhood friend Doug Bradley took on the role in Hellraiser, everything was changed forever, but most satisfyingly so, IMHO.

I just find that particular Illuminati video to be a marker of sorts in the continuing cycle that links Shriekback, and particularly Barry Andrews, to Clive Barker and his work. It all melded so perfectly, especially for anyone who may have read Imajica and knows the myths about the Dominions and how the fifth one was banished in a way from the other four, and how the gods were all scattered by Hapexamendios.

And, ooooh, I could go on and on about Imajica, but I won't here.

Anyway, I sent Clive the link to the video, so he would know how his art had been used. If he was not okay with it, I wanted to know so I could redo the video with something other than his work. He made no indication of being displeased, so the video remains. Woo hoo! Oh, and I don't know Clive Barker personally. It was sent via Twitter, the medium by which he communicates with his Darklings (that is what he calls his friends and family, which he includes those of us on Twitter as being). I wrote to him several years ago about his usage of Darkling, because I'd never seen it used anywhere ever except in relation to my Vampires. So that was deeply strange and familiar to me. Another moment of WTF in my life.

Another bizarre connection between Shriekback and Clive Barker is this:
When I read Cabal, I did so whilst listening to Shriekback's Go Bang!, probably their only reviled album. But there were some gems on this album, like (most wondrously) "Dust and a Shadow," and "Nighttown." "Nighttown" became a kind of theme song for Cabal, which was made into a movie called Nightbreed. Now, this movie was, and is, deeply loved by [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, whom I had met through association with The Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade. Besides our abiding love for Maul, we discovered that we also loved this movie. Years later, after becoming very close friends, I would spend more than a week at her house in Brighton, where I would meet Barry Andrews, who had written "Nighttown." These are the moments that demand my disbelief in coincidence. These are the moments that haunt my mind and call out for stories to be told.

And, if Clive Barker doesn't beat me to them, telling the stories better than I ever could, then I will someday commit them all to paper, and can then die, knowing that my mission has been accomplished.

In the meantime, I continue to read Clive Barker, and I continue to listen to Shriekback/Barry Andrews.

Oh, and I never did find that blasted footage of Tim Roth from 'The South Bank Show.' Dammit.

WTF?

Mar. 27th, 2012 12:56 pm
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Do I have some sort of flag on my email, heralding that all strangers should write to me asking questions about and sending pictures of Barry Andrews? When I had the site going, I could understand getting such at angelina@barryandrews.net, but that's been years ago, and my susperia5 email isn't advertised, at least I don't think so, and isn't necessarily linked to anything Shriek or Andrews. But, last night, I get this picture from a stranger of Barry when he was 21. Then this morning, I get an email from another stranger asking me how tall Barry Andrews is.

How the fuck should I know? I didn't measure his frame when we met. That would have been weirder than all Sith Hell and, besides, I was too busy freaking the fuck out and being drunk from many pints of Guinness.

This is just more than a little bizarre. I have no clue where all this is coming from, but I guess there's some sort of indication that I'm the go-to person when it comes to all this. After 12 years, you'd think I would have faded into blessed obscurity.

Kid

Mar. 26th, 2012 04:07 pm
tinhuviel: (Barry - Elf)
Sent to me just today. He was either 20 or 21 here. Just a wee tot.

Munich, 1977
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tinhuviel: (Andy Partridge)
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tinhuviel: (Mouth of Sauron)
I've worked on this off-and-on all day, in between writing and watching a movie. Multi-tasking Tin is multi-tasking! This is a song that has been on my Vampire playlist for going on 13 years now. It has helped drive the story in various parts of The Vampire Relics so much, I really don't attribute it to any one character, more to the ambiance of certain scenarios. I can't remember how I got to meet Bruce McRae, though I'm certain through association with Barry at one time or another. He wrote the song, and he's a poet in his own right. Go look at his website for all manner of artistic goodness. I do remember how I met Carlo Asciutti, because of the song "Il Mystero del Tempo." He's like this mad Quantum philosopher who lets language guide him as much as anything else. Something tells me that he might have to smoke a pack of cigarettes after seeing Youth Without Youth. They both gave me permission to make the video, and I'm gonna create for them a page over on Facebook in order to compile all of the Thee/The Caretakers info, music, pics, and vids. I have one or two more songs, these by the core duo of Bruce and Carlo as Thee Caretakers. I'll be making vids for those too.



I'll be back shortly with some actual bloody writing.
tinhuviel: (Barry - Elf)
This is the video I made for Illuminati's "Walking on the Wind," my second favourite song by them ("Dissolve" will always be my favourite, that's a rule). I'm hoping I this video is just a fraction as awesome as the song. I'm thinking it is, considering it is what I think is proof of the Earth's ebb and tide of pattern awareness, as exhibited by the flight of the starlings. You see it swarming bees, the migrations of various fish, other birds, and many other animals. You even see it, albeit unnaturally recreated, by the human flow of traffic and even the Wave at sports events.

I'm waiting on final approval of the lyrics from Barry Andrews before adding them to the video, which will become Part Two. Here's what I say about it on You Tube, for those who watch the video here and skip the description over there.

Video for glorious, joyous song "Walking on the Wind." This one is without the lyrics. It will be reposted with the lyrics soon. Both videos will remain up, however, because I want people to see how incredibly miraculous life on Earth is, and can be. The video footage is of the murmuration of starlings. And it's one of the best, most beautiful of the Illuminati collection, so why not watch it twice?

Music and lyrics by Barry Andrews.

I do not own the music or the footage in this movie. It was made out of love. So please do not sue me. Thank you.

tinhuviel: (Shriek-Basin-Barry!)
I'd like to eventually get the entire Haunted Box of Switches up on You Tube, because the album is brilliant piano porn. Here are the songs I've so far "movie'd.

Enjoy.



tinhuviel: (Shriekback Logo)
This was the first interview with Barry Andrews in quite some time and, to my knowledge, the very first fan-driven interview. Driven by questions asked by members of the original Shriekback mailing list, the interview was sent to B, who returned the file to me with his answers included. It turned out to be a lot easier and less stressful than the chat we arranged right about the same time. Until just recently, I thought I had lost this portion of the old Digital Conspiracy site. Now that I've found it, I'm putting it here on the Cliffs, so it will once again have a web presence. (Some of the text is white to differentiate the questions from the answers. If you have trouble seeing this, just highlight the invisible areas and everything should show up)

The Interview )
tinhuviel: (CadmusOrphaeus)
See, this is what my brain does at night instead of sleeping. Here goes...


  • Barry Andrews has created a character and is developing a musical around him called Vile Homunculus.

  • The first time I ever heard the word "homunculus" was in a Tom Baker Dr. Who episode called The Talons of Weng Chiang.

  • Dr. Who was referring to Mr. Sin when he uttered the word.

  • Mr. Sin was played by a very young actor by the name of Deep Roy.

  • Deep Roy later on played every Oompa Loompa in Tim Burton's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

  • As the Oompa Loompas, Deep Roy performed all the songs in the movie.

  • But he was actually lipsynching Danny Elfman, who wrote the score and the songs for Charlie.



So, once again, B and Danny Elfman are connected in my head. Now, wasn't that fun?
tinhuviel: (Shriek-Basin-Barry!)
For fans of the original classic by Shriekback. This is from 'Haunted Box of Switches,' a kind of live piano solo effort by Barry Andrews. To my knowledge, every track on this album was recorded in real time, and pretty much unaltered for the album. B apparently developed a newfound admiration for Elton John during the recording of 'Haunted Box.' Ha!

tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
He accidentally called me Adrienne instead of Angelina. *cackles* How I wish I were Adrienne. Then I could sing like a motherfucker.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Dark Eyes)
Here are the last two of the nine songs that comprised the fan release of Illuminati's music a few years back.


The footage in this vid is from Masterpiece Classic's 'Wuthering Heights,' starring Tom Hardy and Charlotte Riley. Yes, I went there, god help me.


One of the two Illuminati songs written by someone other than Barry Andrews.

So far, Barry seems well-pleased with Khanada's, [livejournal.com profile] glittertrixie's, and my efforts in this project.

I found out yesterday that there were more than the nine Illuminati songs in my possession. When B mentioned them, I asked if he would send me the files. He did today, and I already have one of the four he sent me up on YouTube. This is the second song not written by Barry, being an English Traditional sea shanty.



After 'Emmanuel' popped up on my iTunes, I decided to check and see if the song was available anywhere on the 'Net. I still couldn't find it, so I decided to throw it up on You Tube, so everyone could enjoy the lovely wonderment that is one of Eliza Gilkyson's very best songs.



Not sure yet what's gonna happen, but I may be embarking on another quest to help a well-loved friend. It boggles my mind how I'm willing to do most anything for the ones I truly love. There are not many people I do love, and I'm often throwing that controversial emotion on all the wrong people, but I can truly say I am unfaltering in my love and often catch myself walking planks, taking bullets, and offering myself up as human sacrifice for those I deeply adore...even when they will never know how I really feel.

Cygnet

Feb. 1st, 2012 11:44 pm
tinhuviel: (Danny Orphaeus)
Working on the 'Eurydice' video today got me to thinking of how Orphaeus got his name. Originally his name was Cygnet, oddly named because Jack Skellington always put me in mind of a Gothic swan.

I had heard Danny Elfman sing before, but never like he did as Jack Skellington. His natural vibrato shining through on some of the loveliest songs ever composed finally pulled me over to The Elfmeister's way of thinking, so much so that a new Vampire was born in my head, belonging totally to Elfman in appearance and in talent. I named him Cygnet, because of my affiliating Jack Skellington with swans, and went to mapping down his origins and alignments. He was originally a party animal kind of Vampire, who also just happened to be one of the greatest singers and performance artists to have ever been born. He was of Austrian origins, being an opera singer in Vienna when he was turned. In modern times, he ran a cabaret in San Francisco and was a "family man," who just happened to have a big crazy party every single night of the week, welcoming both Vampires and humans.

Not long after A Nightmare of Christmas, Oingo Boingo released what was apparently their final studio album. This album boasted the song "Pedestrian Wolves," which would forever alter not only Cygnet, but also the entire Vampire Great Hive. "Pedestrian Wolves" created The Hive of the Beast, a sect within the Great Hive that was responsible for the legends of werewolves. These Vampires were masters at anubis, or shapeshifting, most usually shifting into wolves. They were the origins of the vicious Eastern European vrakshatha, who engaged in the rending and consumption of the flesh of their victims, as well as bathing in the blood they did not drink. Suddenly Cygnet was not as innocent as he had once been. The name of the Vampire was also suddenly quite precious.

So I set to rename the newly-crowned Prince of Beasts, but I wanted to keep him aligned with my beloved "Skellington Swan." It was then that the idea dawned on me that I could rename the character after the greatest musician of all time, Orpheus, whose constellation was Cygnus the Swan. It was perfect, since Cygnet was already a legendary singer. So I altered the spelling of the name a tad and Cygnet became Orphaeus Cygnus.

I so enjoyed writing this character, I found myself ignoring all the others, even Cadmus Pariah. I enjoyed the rest of 1994 and most of 1995 writing about my favourite party animal, and how he and his little family held fetes at their cabaret, and dined on one or two of their guests each night. It was during this time that Orphaeus adopted the serial killer's proclivity for taking souvenirs from his victims. To this day, the Swan still treasures his little leather bag of finger bones he has collected from his victims over the centuries. The two defining songs for Orphaeus became "Pedestrian Wolves" (of course) and the Oingo Boingo party anthem "No One Lives Forever." These allowed Orphaeus to be a monster, yet maintain a mischievous lovability despite his bestial nature.

But somewhere along the line, my demon child Cadmus began clamouring for my attention again, and I found the characters at odds with one another in my mind. Part of me wanted to stay in San Fran and party with the monsters, but the other bigger part of me was compelled to acquiesce to the dark demands of that singular monster who had upstaged all the other Vampires in my immortal pantheon. And so it was that the Pariah and the Swan became enemies. When the characters began battling for my attention, even though I wanted Orphaeus to win out, it was Cadmus who rose victorious. The battle for attention culminated in the scalping of Orphaeus, a vile act that became one of those sublime moments of Vampire legend in my head. It was only years later that the story of that scalping was ever properly told. The legend proper made it into the first book of The Vampire Relics.

Seven years after the birth of Cygnet, while I was still seeking out fellow Shriekback fans on the Internet, I was pointed in the direction of a website run by someone purportedly of interest to Shriekback fans. On the site was a link to another website called 'The Head of Orpheus,' which turned out to be a/the Russell Hoban fan site. Russell Hoban's works, particularly Riddley Walker, have been referred to by Barry Andrews as "Shriekback-required reading." The website I'd been directed to turned out to be a veil behind which Barry Andrews was hiding. He had been the one to link visitors to his site to The Head of Orpheus.

The irony of all that wasn't lost on me, given my characters' histories with their inspirations and one another. Of course, it was all just a little too strange for me too. Either way, it's what got me intrigued with Russell Hoban's works, not because the members of Shriekback suggested his writing, but because of the excerpts from the author's books found on The Head of Orpheus, especially from Pilgermann and The Medusa Frequency (which I quoted in the 'Eurydice' video, a quote using the voice of Eurydice, talking to her beloved Orpheus. It was that writing style I unabashedly tried to emulate when I began writing 'Sui Generis' about a year and a half later.

What's so funny is, Orphaeus Cygnus has never and will never anubis into a swan. That would just be too tame and serious for the likes of him. Cadmus would be more likely to shift into a swan, since he prefers birds (particularly the nighthawk) as his primary species into which to transform when he needs to employ anubis.

Ah, but Orphaeus possesses the ethereal beauty of the swan in his soul. When I look at his Cygnus alignment, I never fail to see Jack Skellington walking slowly up the curly hill, his thin, graceful form illuminated by the giant moon behind him. He will forever be my Gothic Swan, my Cygnet.

And here's what triggered my tip-toe down Memory Lane.

tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
The first Illuminati song I heard, it was released on the tribute album to the late Kevin Wilkinson in 2000 (if memory serves). The lyrics on this one were a Beast but Khanada, Trista, and B pulled ranks and won the day, so all's well that end's welll.

Photos used in the video are of the Yew trees at St. James Abson (see link in You Tube info), taken in May of 2006, I think a day or two at most before meeting B. So yeah, just a teeny personal Easter Egg to mark a moment. Sort of like the instantly recognisable "leopard yawns with breath like flowers" pic I made for "Big Sharp Teeth."

Anyways, go have a looksee/listen. We hopes you enjoys it, Precious.

tinhuviel: (Nemesis)
Here's another song by Illuminati, music and lyrics by Barry Andrews. This music was almost lost, but this is a small effort to keep it alive for any and everyone who wanted to know what Illuminati was and what music they made.

Flowers

Jan. 28th, 2012 09:52 pm
tinhuviel: (Stic Basin)
A new upload of the song Flowers by Illuminati. The posting of the song would not have been possible were it not for the efforts of Khanada Taylor, [livejournal.com profile] glittertrixie, and Barry Andrews.

tinhuviel: (Barry Exact Science)
I’ve been busy today. I’ve given myself a severe crash course in Windows Live Movie Maker and produced this, the first of the nine songs that comprised Barry Andrews’ rock project, Illuminati. The Shriekback fans here probably know that name from the back of ‘The Dancing Years’ compilation mapping where all the band members went after Shriekback dis-banded the first time. This is my attempt, with Barry’s permission of course, to save this music from extinction and bring it to everyone who has wondered what on Earth Illuminati was all about and why had there never been any music produced by the band? Well, it was never officially released. I think that James did a remaster of it and had it available for a short period of time on the old Digital Conspiracy site, but that’s gone now, so here we have it. I’m waiting to get the rest of the songs transcribed so I can be consistent with the clip below.



Let me know what you think of this song. I’m very curious to know as it’s my favourite out of the collection. And pass it on to everyone. All you Shriek fans need to rally like we did in 2000 and get the word out that Illuminati is finally going to emerge. It’s been a long wait and we all deserve it, don’tcha think?

I’m now calling it a day and am going to engage myself on a date with Death. Archibald Cunningham, that is. :D
tinhuviel: (Barry - Elf)
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tinhuviel: (Barry Exact Science)
I am not sleeping. I'm just lying here in this hospital bed waiting for them to discharge me, yet not wanting to go home because I feel it's going to be haunted with her spirit, there is so much of her there.

While I was lying in bed last night, I got to thinking about how I came to discover Shriekback. It was Aunt Tudi's doing. She was up all night one night and was watching 120 Minutes on MTV. A video came on that she thought might interest me and she showed it to me the next day. It was Nemesis by Shriekback, and I was utterly enthralled with the band and the video. I can't say how many times I watched that video, studying all the bizarre and exotic nuances buried within the imagery. I couldn't thank Aunt Tudi enough and she watched me collect all things Shriek and then seek out other fans when I got onto the Internet. She was amazed by my involvement in the creation of one of the first Shriekback tribute sites that was user-friendly and encouraged fellow fans to rally and try to bring the band out of retirement. She watched my hair turn white when I realised I had actually made contact with Barry Andrews. And she was more than pleased to actually meet him, as she always thought he was not just very talented, but one of the best looking men she'd ever seen.

I told Barry, when I met him, how I came to know Shriekback. He thanked Aunt Tudi for her involvement in transforming my musical perceptions. She later told me it was one of her proudest moments.

Really, I will never be able to thank Aunt Tudi enough for that gift. It's one of many she gave to me during our time together. When I get out of this hospital, I'm going to watch the Nemesis video again in her honour and thank her in spirit.
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
No really.

It goes without saying a damned thing.

tinhuviel: (Cadmus - Long Hair)
After a little over five year search, I finally found my DVD that I had lost which had treasured upon it all the old and rare Shriekback footage that Barry had entrusted to James for conversion to a friendlier format. James sent the material to me since I could get Llew to convert the PAL-formatted material to NTSC and DVD. Llew was kind enough to do the job and I sent the old footage along with the converted material back to James, keeping a copy for myself. Well, I lost my copy, and James found himself in a situation that separated the material from his possession. It looked like all this wonderful old stuff was going to be released to the aether without any hope of it ever being seen by Shriek fans.

Until day before yesterday. I was looking for my copy of Haunted Box of Switches when I chanced upon a white recordable DVD with the name "Shriekback" on it. Curious, I popped it into the computer, and out came the wonderful visions of the old videos, rare interviews, and performances that may not have ever been seen by anyone, save for those involved in the filming. For the past two days, I've been working on converting the files to a friendlier format so I could pull out the footage that has not yet been posted to You Tube by others (like 'Nemesis' and 'Despite Dense Weed'). The easiest file to separate so far has been "Tosh (Shriekbackwash)" by Fluke and Shriekback, a collaboration which happened in the Nineties when Barry Andrews was involved in recording of Fluke's album OTO.

What's so special about this performance is that Barry makes extensive use of The Harming Tree, the crafty creation that inspired the collection of Cadmus short stories I'm currently writing. It slays me that The Harming Tree has its own microphone set up, as though it were a sentient member of the merged bands.

tinhuviel: (Gethsymonae)
The only reference to the Harming Tree I've ever found, sans the visual found in the 'Captain Cook' video.

94and 5 Cockroach Music for the People. Shriekback morphs in to a strange accoustic hybrid (see sleeve-note to ‘Demonstration’). A good time is had by all and there’s a nice crossover with my growing obsession with metalwork and sculpture -I make the giant Reco Reco and the legendary ‘Harming Tree’. Eventually I head off to Camberwell Art college to try to learn more about the crafty world.


I wish he'd find that dandy relic and then bestow it onto this lowly writer-thing, who would garner so much inspiration just listening to its strange vibrations.

I'm back!

Jun. 10th, 2011 09:53 am
tinhuviel: (Doomsday Clock)
After quite a few days of hell, I'm back with a new computer and still trying to get all my pertinent information retrieved. The other computer is still in the shop and will be for the next few weeks. How it got the Captain Tripps of computer viruses, I don't know, but it did. This is kind of a good thing in a way, 'cos Aunt Tudi is relatively comfortable with the older computer, so her transition into the 21st century won't be quite as painful as originally believed. I myself was able to find a super cheap computer for well under $500 with a three year maintenance agreement. The only thing I'm lacking is Adobe Photoshop, but I'm hoping my stepmother will let me borrow the one my dad bought me right before he died. I doubt it, but we'll see. If not, I may try this Photoimpact that The Mother Unit gave to me. I'm not even sure if it's compatible to the computer I have now, nor I'm a certain that I'll even be able to learn it all. The instruction book is thicker than the Talmud and Torah mooshed together, with a tad of Kabbalah thrown in for good measure. I'll also have to wait for my music for about three weeks. Thankfully, everything there is backed up except for one song, which isn't too shabby.

The only thing I'm missing is The Harming Tree, but I was assured by the Geek Squad that everything will be able to be retrieved, art, pictures, everything. And, by the time all this is over with, Aunt Tudi will have her own computer with wireless capabilities and will be well on her way to coming into the 21st century before the End of Time. Thank the Mightes for small blessings!

Barry got his package during my absence! All was safe and sound except he had to pay some sort of tax in order to receive it, so I'm planning on reimbursing him that. If he doesn't have a paypal account, I guess an international money order will have to do. Same for Colesy, whose Malicious Damage won't accept my credit card for Life in the Loading Bay. I swear to the Mighties, I wondering if I'm supposed to have this album at all.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Castigation)
Today has been a mixture of very cool and then really horrible.

Very cool = Shriekback's 'Life in the Loading Bay' Thespian Assortment came in the mail today. It doesn't have the CD in it, but it does have the bonus CD-R with plenty of groovy tunes on it to keep me busy with interest until the LitLB CD arrives.

Really horrible = I found this on Barry's public page on Facebook just before I had to go run some errands. "Kinky is when you use a feather. Perverted is when you keep making Tracy Evans think of Barry Andrews in a state of undress."

First off, no force of god nor nature could make me do that, but he doesn't know that. He may assume the worst if he sees this and it could ruin a friendship, or at least seriously compromise it. I'm still waiting on the person who posted it to delete it, so it'll hopefully disappear from his page. If she won't, I don't know what I'll do. I guess, I'll just point him to the post and tell him that I'm mildly miffed about the whole thing.

Oh, and really, really horrible = fucking AUTO-TUNE on a mix of a Shriekback song. Granted, it's one of Carl's songs (if it were one of Barry's, I'd have to hunt the auto-tune inventor down and slaughter him/her/it), but any Shriek song with that fucking scourge is unacceptable. Leave the auto-tune for the talentless fucks who don't write their own music and/or can't sing their own songs. Don't force feed it to professional musicians and poets who know what the fuck they're doing.

FFFFfffff!!! >:|

**EDIT** Oooookay, crisis averted. But I'm deeply pissed with Facebook for being fucking tackheads about privacy issues. I figured she had no idea he'd be able to see that. GAAAAAAAHHHHHD. And I'm still wholly irked at the whole auto-tune debacle.
tinhuviel: (Shriekback Logo)
Thanks to everyone who commented on my post about not belonging. I actually meant to turn off comments, but forgot like an idjit. I figured I wouldn't know what to say to anyone. And, really, I don't. The only thing I have to say about the situation is that I left the group last night. I'll just go along my merry way, alone. The whole thing is kind of making me a laugh a little, because I do feel a bit like a pariah, so I understand how Cadmus is as much a part of me as he is his anchor, Barry. I've placed my unbelonging on this hapless character, and made him vicious and malignant partially as a result.

I'm watching the fourth season of LOST off and on today, in between getting ready for major errands tomorrow. One of the things I'm planning on doing today is waxing my eyebrows. That is a Major Task, especially since I've let them go for so long. I'm about to become Unibrow, which is unacceptable. Why my mother had to give me her Sasquatch gene is beyond me.

Oh, and I'm so excited. I'm getting my hair trimmed for the first time in over two years tomorrow! I'm gonna get all the split ends taken off and have my hair shaped to accommodate my super long bangs, in an effort to get it all the same length eventually. I'll take pictures for posterity's sake once the deed is done. And, on Friday, I'm heading to Asheville, to the Gnomen Garden to see if the Christopher Mello who created this garden is my Chris from middle school. After that, Steph and I are off to get our long-intended tattoos. She's getting one to honour her father, and I'm getting one of this:

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It's gonna be on my left hand, and it's gonna cause a stir because of the cross. People will wonder if it's upside-down, if I've finally converted to xtianity like most of my friends have, what does the crazy zig-zag ending in an arrow mean? They can wonder all they want. All that's important is that this symbol remain close to me no matter where I am, how old I grow, or what the Universe has in store for me. I could lose all my music and files the day after I get the tat, and there would still be a sense of permanence to the greatest inspiration I have ever encountered. When I am writing, I can glance down at my typing hands and see the symbol, and know that I am on the right track. That's all that matters to me. So I am going to do it while I have the chance.

I'm off to get a different box for Barry's stuff. The box I have is way too big and I know I'll be charged for dimension as well as weight, so I'm trying to be as economical as I possibly can. I wrote a letter to accompany the stuff, and I was hoping to get some feedback in a private forum, but that didn't work out like I had planned, so poop. I'm hoping the letter is okay and that it'll bring a grin to that Vampiric face of his.
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Well, I drove to Greenville and paid my lawyer what I owed him for all the medical records charges. I got an invoice from him saying that, when I received my retro cheque, I needed to come in and settle that wee bill. 'Twas just under $125.00. I got to speak to his paralegal, Angela, who did so much work on my case. She's so sweet and she's growing dreadlocks, so I'm jealous. Ha Ha! Anyway, I wrote them a cheque and Aunt Tudi mentioned that I'd had a root canal the day before, 'cos I'm talking a little funny, as I don't want to move my mouth much, since I'm sore. I piped up and said, "Yeah, it was a Surprise Root Canal!" And Angela said, "Well, we have a surprise to go with that root canal!" And she handed me a giant box of Whitman's Chocolates. That's so sweet! I thanked her and we discussed her dreads for a few minutes, then off we went to Spartanburg.

In Spartanburg, we went to Ford's Drugs to get Aunt Tudi's shower seat. She's been needing one for about a year now, 'cos she's getting a little unsteady and has almost fallen in the shower a couple of times already. We couldn't afford one, though, and her insurance wouldn't cover her getting one. They didn't have the shower seat in, though, because the company they usually order from has stopped making them. Sue ordered the shower seat from a different supply house, but it won't be in until next Wednesday.

On the way to Ford's Drugs, I spied a Fed Ex shop. AH HA!!!! That's where we're going to ship Barry's package on Tuesday. I was gonna do it Monday, but was reminded that it's a bloody horribleday. So poop. At least it'll give me some extra time to make certain everything is packed up properly. I'm sending him something Very Important this time, something that I've had for years and is sacred in more than one way. Since he likes these items, I can't think of a better home for this to go to. I'm hoping Marilyn likes it too. I'm not saying what it is, as he might read this and then the surprise would be destroyed. How disappointing that would be! When Aunt Tudi and I go back out to Wally World, I'm taking a detour to our local UPS store to get a box that will accommodate the stuff I'm sending to His Dangerousness, so I can work on this over the long weekend.

We had to come home so Aunt Tudi could take a break. My knees are killing me anyway, so I wasn't averse to a wee rest before Wally World. I had to charge the iPod too, as it was running low of juice, and I will kill myself if I don't have music in the car. On our way home, there came a car zooming up behind us, pushing us to go faster, which I wouldn't. I looked in the rear view mirror, and saw that there were like twenty people in this car, which was smaller than my car (and I have a Saturn ION). It was insane. I laughed my ass off, telling Aunt Tudi they were in a hurry 'cos they were packed in that car so tight, they needed to get somewhere so they could get out and get some relief.

Ahhhh, I got nothing else. That's pretty much what has gone on today, so far. I'll be posting a couple of pictures later of the Hillbilly Log Roll I'd mentioned on Judgment Day a few days ago. Aunt Tudi got her film developed and a couple of the pics came out pretty well. I just need to scan them.
tinhuviel: (T and B)
Today, I got a surprise at the dentist's office when I went to pay them what I've owed them like forever. First off, they cut my bill by over $400, leaving me only $98 to pay, which just threw me for a loop. Then, when I asked them about setting up my appointment for the dreaded Root Canal. Lois said "I think Dr. Zimmerman had a cancellation at 2 PM. Let's see if we can get you in to see him today." My teeth started to chatter with fright, but I told her OK, and she called his office. The spot was still open, so I was given a surprise Root Canal today. It only took thirty minutes or so and it didn't hurt like I thought it would, but the sound of the drill and the feeling of what he was doing just freaked me out. My imagination gets the better of me at the dentist's office, making anything ten times worse than it actually is. They sent me on my way with nothing for pain, so I was a little scared about that since I can't take aspirin-based stuff and Tylenol does nothing for me.

But I had a Grand Idea. Today is Janice's birthday and I wanted to take her and Aunt Tudi out for a birthday dinner. Janice won't ride with me in the car since I was diagnosed with epilepsy, so she always drives when she goes anywhere with us. I sit in the back seat and enjoy the music 'cos that's how I roll yo...when I don't have to drive. We were going to Outback, so I decided to get drunk. Not tipsy, not looped, but Crazy Damned Drunk so I could forget the freakiness of the Root Canal and not worry about any residual pain for a while. I ordered a pitcher of their new Strawberry Peach Sangria. It's described thusly (that's a good word.):

The sweet goodness of fresh pureed strawberries and peaches is mixed with Malibu Pineapple Rum, Sutter Home White Zinfandel, pineapple juice and garnished with fresh sliced strawberries.


Well, since I couldn't eat all that well, with half my head still numb (I could only flare one nostril, it was funnier than hell), I drank my supper. By the time we left, I was Crazy Drunk and loving the world, which is saying a lot for a misanthrope.

When I got home after mailing [livejournal.com profile] acook's commission dough and getting Uncle Michael a meal from Arby's (he preferred that to Outback, 'cos he's crazy), I sat down at the beloved computer and began to check mail, LJ, and Facebook. Something told me...Okay, the alcohol told me to write Barry about the new package I'm sending him. I came through as Crazy Drunk, even suggesting that I wanted a Scotsman. I'm sure he's gonna think to himself "Oh dear, my Stalker has gone off the deep end." I did tell him I was drunk though, so it should be okay. But OMIGAWD. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

My feeling is coming back and my buzz is wearing off, and I'm not in pain, so I think it's gonna be good. After this storm passes, I'm gonna get the dogs ready for bed and head that way myself. It's been a helluva day.

::SEETHE::

May. 8th, 2011 01:33 pm
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
So...

I sent Barry Andrews a package on 4 April. It contained a Very Important Gift for him, something that would hopefully connect him to some happy memories, and would most likely replace a thing he has long not had in his possession.

He has yet to receive the package.

It usually takes about two weeks for any Priority packages to reach the UK from America. I sent this package Priority and insured. I had a tracking number. So I checked the package online and received the following message regarding my tracking number: There is no record of this item. X_X

I can go into the Post Office and bitch about their losing my package, and I can rail against them and demand my money back, but it won't do any good. I know how this goes. All they will do is tell me "Sorry, there's nothing to be done. You pays your fees and takes your chances when you ship internationally." I've heard this before.

The good news is that I kept back one of the duplicate items, having a feeling that I should. Now, I can send this to him. I'm going to consider alternative shipping methods like Fed Ex. It'll be spendy, but this is something I've been wanting to do for a long time. So...screw you, USPS! This is a perfect example of why people are leaving your facilities in droves, because you suck like a Dyson vacuum cleaner. If I have my way, I will never darken your useless doors again.

Harrumph!

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