http://mirrorshades.org/wc/ en Copyright 2008 Sat, 13 Sep 2008 22:14:15 -0500 http://www.sixapart.com/movabletype/ http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss playlist about every other week, I suck at updating the news. At the moment, a few more hours' worth of music is winging its way through the digital ether to the server. This week's rollout includes a number of tracks from Distorted Reality, Fake the Envy, and Machine Made Pleasure. This week, we're also introducing Sterling Angel, courtesy of John Sterling. Sterling's music emphasizes dark tone and aggressive rhythms, and Angelique's breathy vocals are hypnotic. Darkwave fans should definitely check this one out. Of course, anyone interested in getting airtime on this station is invited to contact me at kitten@mirrorshades.org, for great justice. ]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/09/it_seems_that_despite_my.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/09/it_seems_that_despite_my.shtml radio Sat, 13 Sep 2008 22:14:15 -0500 Romance isn't found in a dancefloor gilded with leather and lace, I want to tell her, but don't, and we lose each other at one hundred twenty beats per minute.]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/08/above.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/08/above.shtml log Mon, 04 Aug 2008 21:51:45 -0500 I hate bad grammar. I hate the caps lock key. I hate bad drivers. I hate bureaucracy. I hate the whole world And its stupidity. Boom de yada, boom de yada. Boom de yada, boom de yada. I hate the customers. I hate the Nanny State. I hate computers. I hate watching my weight. I hate the whole world And its complacency. Boom de yada, boom de yada. Boom de yada, boom de yada. I hate the Randroids. I hate the Chomskybots. I hate Establishment. I hate my broken thoughts. I hate the whole world. It's such a messed up place. Boom de yada, boom de yada. Boom de yada, boom de yada. http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/07/what_it_is_1.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/07/what_it_is_1.shtml log Wed, 09 Jul 2008 22:50:12 -0500 aren't familiar to you, well, I hope they will be. That's kind of the beauty of the broadcast, isn't it? Enjoy, and as always, don't forget to tell your friends!]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/07/there_are_several_hours_worth.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/07/there_are_several_hours_worth.shtml radio Sat, 05 Jul 2008 03:08:05 -0500 This isn't about me. This is about the way we two, you and I, tangled half-mad through haze of winter nights. The way our voices stumbled together in the dark. You had your secrets, I had mine, but the distinction melted into unity in those deep evenings of discourse, and we'd remember things together, as though there were anything at all for us to remember. Maybe this is about me after all, but it's also about the way my heart still beats to the syllables of your name. http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/07/simplicity.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/07/simplicity.shtml log Thu, 03 Jul 2008 23:11:14 -0500 Colony 5, Imperative Reaction, and some selections from Nine Inch Nails' newest release, The Slip, which Reznor is giving away for free on his site. I notice he's become quite anti-label as of late, and still bringing in huge numbers of fans and dollars, which says quite a lot about the RIAA's way of doing business. As for myself, I'm looking forward to seeing Peter Murphy when he comes through Atlanta in a month, so check out his tour dates and see if he's coming to your area. As always, if you or someone you know is a musician in the darkwave or ebm style, and would like some exposure and airtime, email me and let's talk.]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/06/within_a_few_minutes_the.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/06/within_a_few_minutes_the.shtml radio Wed, 04 Jun 2008 23:39:42 -0500 much bigger?", ruby pouting lips and hipbones in all the right places. So I did the only thing I could do. Shoved her off me and stood up, grabbed my coat from the wall hanger. Her eyes smoldered as she glared at me from the couch, running her hands down her dress. "You want this done right," I said, "then it's strictly professional." Keyed the door and let it swing aside. "And if you don't," I continued, turning to step out, "you'll wish you hadn't ever asked." "That'd make two of us," she said, standing, once again her poise in place. "And I didn't ask." At that I paused, and made the fatal eye contact she'd been awaiting. "I never ask," she said, "I do. I take." And sensing that was as good a line on which to leave as any, I stepped out, the door thudding heavy behind me. The elevator to the lobby was quick enough to spare me any thought, but the rainy streets ahead weren't so kind. ]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/06/rewind.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/06/rewind.shtml log Tue, 03 Jun 2008 03:13:42 -0500 I saw her smile once in visions introspectively; the type of smile made me abandon reason and reality, willingly, in favor of fantasy and whimsy, well aware that sensuality was desiring futility and responsiblity would be acceptance of such a strange normality but then again, how could my own desire take me higher than scintillating words wrought over wire as she's blessed me in time of yearning always burning, vacant need she'll hear no more, turning blindly to the hope I offer crumbled on the floor. Still her fire I admire and I promise an empire she and I could build together if only wishes were fulfilled; beneath a sky of steel I ask the Moirae to reveal in their wheel a thread between us I can grasp and hold forever longing fast to wishes not so far-flung cast becoming somewhat less surreal. If such prayers are ever known to those who watch and hear my song perhaps with mercy they will find me next to her whom I belong. http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/06/oath.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/06/oath.shtml log Sun, 01 Jun 2008 05:07:10 -0500 She was there, and we all knew it, moving like poetry. Those delicate glances, chin down and eyes up with an awkward grin directed mostly at the floor. In another frame of mind I'd call it coy, but that depends on a certain realisation of allure, a realisation she denies herself. Two deft fingers point at a beer, the bartop, and as if by magic, her drink appears before her, expertly. Cropped blonde hair parting for her fingers as she takes a drink, all eyes on the aching geometry of her profile. All eyes but mine, fixated instead on pale curves that form the back of her neck, revealed by the ministrations of her fingertips aginst her locks, splaying cloud-pale flesh ready for lips and teeth. And somehow she senses my gaze, or so I think, boring scalding ever needing into taut pretty tendons, so she turns, and I avert my eyes, pretending to study the fixtures of the ceiling with nails digging into my palms. http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/quietly.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/quietly.shtml log Thu, 29 May 2008 23:22:22 -0500 there from here. But there you remain, adrift in your pretty little there, so from from here. The forecast calls for rain; no shadow walks beside me.]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/boulevard.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/boulevard.shtml log Wed, 28 May 2008 00:57:27 -0500 This post contains a lot of griping about computers. If you don't care, move along.]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/trust_your_technolust.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/trust_your_technolust.shtml log rants Tue, 27 May 2008 15:05:56 -0500 Twelve city blocks through rain, heavy night sticking to me, stalking miles of asphalt to salvation from a savior never held, voice only heard, a presence that cares nothing for such a trifling plight. Headlights, brakelights, heartache, reality, the temptation to embrace flitting away from all I know is right. And in the harsh lighting of halogen and vapor, where's the angelic whisper which I've come to know so well? She is haunting the lives of those misguided like me, revelling in her freedom to break another devoted mind, and she'll never stop, and another is down, another broken. With arms to the sky, I meant the rain to cleanse me, purify, to wash away her song, and for one smiling moment I believed myself saved. Yet the grasp she has around me never wavers, never loosens, and my laughter in the darkness fades. Left once more in the shivering evening, I may seek refuge in dawn's foreign hills, there secretly to pledge to her yet another oath of all I have to give. http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/rain.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/rain.shtml log Mon, 12 May 2008 22:24:37 -0500 there, unearthing all the things locked away I have in response. Remembering things that may be, may have never been, sometimes so hard to tell: your lips opening to warmth in the chilled night of Midtown Square, arms wrapping around each other against the hum of evening traffic. And you step back, recede into distance, despite my plea, as the recording ends with a harsh reminder of how artificial I feel. To delete this message, and I miss you now, press one. To save this message, press one. One.]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/digital_moments.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/05/digital_moments.shtml log Tue, 06 May 2008 02:19:52 -0500 In hazy nights and digital screens, she knows she has control; in this environment, in this reality. I can almost taste her longing, her courage, her mentality. The mindset of something pure, something twisted, confessions spilled out in lonely hotel rooms in the night. Through darkened soulless days, she fills her head with travels, and fantasies I never could ignite. That heart I want to feel, lost to freedom, caught once in a photograph of my own imagination. A single image, frozen still, of beauty unrelenting, of mirthful hestitation. Reaching endless in despair when there were none left, my own fears needing to be saved. In the gloom she appeared; through the chill and through the fire, she turned, and smiled and waved. http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/04/deranged.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/04/deranged.shtml log Fri, 25 Apr 2008 04:12:00 -0500 What's wrong?, I tell her, Nothing, just watching. I don't tell her how disappointed I am that she isn't you.]]> http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/04/afterfire.shtml http://mirrorshades.org/wc/2008/04/afterfire.shtml log Sun, 20 Apr 2008 01:04:12 -0500