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| From: http://www.johncoulthart.com |
Sometime, in the
recesses of my personal history, I found it pleasant, if not a little
unnerving, to relish the macabre. This may have stemmed from attic
readings of Greek tragedies. This may have stemmed from the very
nature of the world I grew up in as a kid. Who knows? But I think
the darkness and the macabre way of seeing the world really came
shortly before, certainly during, and mostly after my stint in the
middle east.
The
shortly before would be the teenage nightclubs and the music I was
listening to in the late 1980s. The certainly during, would be the
few tapes I brought to Desert Storm and the nights listening to Love
and Rockets, The Cure and Front
242 whilst watching the missiles
flight and feeling the bombs drop. And the mostly after would be the
teenage nightclubs throughout southern Germany and the music we were
listening to in the very early 1990s.
But war and dark
pop music does not make one macabre. I know this. I think war and
dark pop music can accentuate a dark and macabre person. I do not
claim to be so dark and macabre anymore, but I know this is where I
came from. I am certainly not known for my sunny disposition now,
but I keep the darkness at bay with romantic hopefulness and furious
social thought. Be that as it may, this is not about me.
