WHERE ARE THE GOTHS? ALL THESE PEOPLE ARE WEARING PINK.
Aus dem offenen Brief von Amanda (Fucking) Palmer an Robert Smith:
Looking at the crowd around me at Coachella, I realized: there wasnâ€™t a single person in black. Even the people who were obvious fans and knew every song; they were wearing white, gold, pink, blue. What the fuck was this, when did THIS happen? I realized, slowly, that you became huge while I wasnâ€™t looking. In 1989, everyone who listened to you was black-clad. It must have changed. I leaned over and yelled over the music to my new best friend Derek (who was wearing a white and blue button up shirt) â€œWHERE ARE THE GOTHS? ALL THESE PEOPLE ARE WEARING PINK.â€
â€œGOTHS UP FRONT PROBABLYâ€ he shouted back. â€œTHERE ARENâ€™T THAT MANY OF THEM, ANYMORE.â€
Diese Frage habe ich mir beim M’Era Luna auch gefragt, wo sind eigentlich die Oldschool-Gruftis mit ihren toupierten Haaren hin? Gegangen mit den Haaren? Oder war nur das Line-Up nicht anziehend genug? Das kÃ¶nnte ich nachvollziehen, denn welcher Grufti mit Stolz hÃ¶rt schon ernsthaft Blutengel oder die CrÃ¼xshadows? Aber zurÃ¼ck zu Amanda.
Sie erwÃ¤hnt auch, dass sie 1996 in Bayern gelebt hat und vergeblich versuchte, in die dortige Szene integriert zu werden, was zum Ende ihres Gothic-Daseins fÃ¼hrte:
There was a little goth club in Bavaria (where I lived in 1996) that I would religiously attend every tuesday night. I would dress in black, I would dance, and I would pray and hope that some german goth might talk to me and be my friend. There was a boy there with hair like you, so I considered him an ally. One night, I finally got up the never to talk to one of the girls he was with. Later that night he grabbed my head and pulled out a chunk of my hair, which he shoved in my face. â€œDonâ€™t talk to my girlfriend, or Iâ€™ll kill youâ€, he said. His friends apologized and told me he was drunk. My head hurt for a long time.
Nun weiÃŸ dieser bayerische Robert-Smith-look-a-like ja vielleicht, wen er damals an den Haaren zog. 😉
Wenn es noch eines Grundes bedurfte, Amanda (Fucking) Palmer von ganzem Herzen zu lieben, dann ist es dieses schÃ¶ne Cure-Fan-Outing. Denn sie hat Recht, wir sollten wieder Ã¶fter The Cure hÃ¶ren.
via Chain of Flowers