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WAS BEING A GOTH EVER OK?
Jun. 27th, 2002 11:08 amI have a feeling that it was in Brazil, once. And nowhere else, except perhaps somewhere in the north of England.
My flirting with Goth:
I was 18 and I was in love with Siouxsie. I had a best friend in Sao Paulo who loved The Cure and we both used to pour over Morrissey's lyrics... we didn't wear black all the time or write postcards to Charles Manson... I think we were in that segment of "romantic" goths, who get orgasmic if they see a little mist wrapping around the gates of a cemetery. Nothing serious.
One day we decided to go to the only goth club in Sao Paulo. It used to be called Madam Sata, but was changed to Morcegovia (morcego is the brazilian word for bat.) My friend Henrique spiked his head with coconut soap, and kept telling me about how the club was a rockabilly place until midnight, then became a place for punks and goths. Three of his friends came with us. One of them, nicknamed Bonilha, played some German opera on the way there... I think I was very open to things then, not at all cynical...
We arrived around 11:30, so we bought some chips, beer and sat at the garden, waiting for the rockabillies to leave. A very old lady, dressep up in a black dress, came up to us and asked if we had any acid. She then started laughing like a lunatic and went off. The Stooges came on and we all ran to the dance floor. Later on, we saw this lady sitting at a table, surrounded by young kids dripping wax on their body. That's when I realized I was never going to be a goth... there were just too many opportunities to make a fool of yourself.
I don't mind some of the music, specially if it's NOT specifically targeted at that audience. I asked my bro to bring me 2 Smiths albums to England (Hatful of Hollow and The World Won't Listen) and I still love the early Cure albums. Siouxsie is playing London in about a month... sold out! It doesn't really matter though, since nobody wanted to go with me ;
My flirting with Goth:
I was 18 and I was in love with Siouxsie. I had a best friend in Sao Paulo who loved The Cure and we both used to pour over Morrissey's lyrics... we didn't wear black all the time or write postcards to Charles Manson... I think we were in that segment of "romantic" goths, who get orgasmic if they see a little mist wrapping around the gates of a cemetery. Nothing serious.
One day we decided to go to the only goth club in Sao Paulo. It used to be called Madam Sata, but was changed to Morcegovia (morcego is the brazilian word for bat.) My friend Henrique spiked his head with coconut soap, and kept telling me about how the club was a rockabilly place until midnight, then became a place for punks and goths. Three of his friends came with us. One of them, nicknamed Bonilha, played some German opera on the way there... I think I was very open to things then, not at all cynical...
We arrived around 11:30, so we bought some chips, beer and sat at the garden, waiting for the rockabillies to leave. A very old lady, dressep up in a black dress, came up to us and asked if we had any acid. She then started laughing like a lunatic and went off. The Stooges came on and we all ran to the dance floor. Later on, we saw this lady sitting at a table, surrounded by young kids dripping wax on their body. That's when I realized I was never going to be a goth... there were just too many opportunities to make a fool of yourself.
I don't mind some of the music, specially if it's NOT specifically targeted at that audience. I asked my bro to bring me 2 Smiths albums to England (Hatful of Hollow and The World Won't Listen) and I still love the early Cure albums. Siouxsie is playing London in about a month... sold out! It doesn't really matter though, since nobody wanted to go with me ;