I like it spooky.
Werewolves and their bites.
I like it spooky.
Skeletons laughing at your fright.
I like it spooky.
A black witch in green light.
I like it spooky."
-- God Module, "Spooky"
Stupid computers. So I had this entry all finished up and when I went to post it, my browser locked. Then crashed. Lost the whole post.
Here's try number two. With added frustration for flavoring.
So any of you who managed to make it out to Death Guild's Halloween celebration last night (10/31) probably don't need me to tell you how fucking amazing it was. Really, the only point in going into it is to rub salt into the wound for those that were unavailable.
Hand me the salt, please.
Seriously, to those that couldn't make it, you missed an awesome night. The Death Guild DJs tore the place up. And the people were packed in. This latter bit would have been a problem, had it not been so much fun to just stand there and check out the costumes.
For example: dread Cthulhu was in attendance.
Hopefully, he doesn't come from the ocean depths and swallow me in retribution. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
So yeah, the costumes were truly amazing and so was most of the crowd.
After a few hours of dancing (during which, I might add, all of my song requests got played), we got another treat at midnight: a live rope-and-paint bondage-art performance by Tensei Sugahara, Japanese artist/model/designer/etc. (Thanks to the auspices of the folks at Synchro MG, who are organizing Tensei's tour).
As part of Tensei's performance, a number of lovely local models and dancers were fit to be tied (he he) and then splattered with paint (from both brushes and a paint-infused whip), including one of the darlings of the San Francisco scene: Mistress Fushia of the Visceral Vixens.
I did hear some complaints about the bondage not being "bondage-y" enough, but, I'll be honest, I think those folks were expecting a BDSM show and not a Bondage-As-One-Part-of-a-Full-Performance-Art-Piece. And seriously, folks. This is Death Guild. You want to see hardcore bondage? Go to Bondage-A-Go-Go. That's why it exists.
In my opinion (which all of you already know is the only opinion that matters), Tensei's work on stage was glorious, sultry, and sexy (and not just because of his gorgeous models). It had the feel of intensely intimate and beautifully deviant visual kei. And, as my acquaintance Ryan put it: "The ropes create a negative space for the paint. Awesome." Awesome, indeed.
I had planned on buying some of his work before bailing, but, like a goof (a really tired goof, I'll admit), I forgot until I was on the Bay Bridge on my way back to my hole.
The rest of the evening went swimmingly. I actually ran out of business cards for the site, which was a new experience. Met lots of new people, including the very charming DJ Femme Mystique. And hung out with many of other people I've had the pleasure to meet in the past. And I danced until my fucking legs ached and it was wondrous.
My only complaint (I know, I always seem to have at least one): as the wee hours of the morning came and the true goths and the Halloween crowd started to filter out, I started to notice a ring of uber-creepy guys that looked like the preppy detritus from some other club just standing around the edges leering at the women on the dance floor - like medical waste left behind from a rapidly dropping tide. They were really fucking gross and I wish they weren't there. Blech!
But besides that really disgusting display of humanity, the rest of the night was seriously fucking awesome. I stayed right up until the last song, then slipped out and got back to my bed well after 3 a.m.
Later this week, on both Friday and Saturday night (11/4 and 11/5, respectively), I'll be at Ariellah's ShadowDance, which is sounding more and more excellent every time I think about it. And then, the following Saturday (11/12), I'll be at Le Bal des Vampires, also in Oakland.
Hopefully I'll see some of you darklings out there.
-- Mr. M.