In a week my bony ass will be situated in a tent at Desert Trip; communing with the stars, grooving to the music, and making friends with a bajillion baby-boomers. I read somewhere that the average age of the performers at Desert Trip is 70. My time to shine is now.
Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Paul McCartney, The Who, Roger Waters, and Neil Young…I grew up on all of them. I’ve seen all of them except The Who, but this is really a once-in-a-lifetime experience. With all of the celebrity deaths this year, I was terrified that one of them was going to drop dead before it all happened. Looks like everyone stayed alive (myself included), and I couldn’t be more excited.
Diving headfirst into a weekend of music I love is treat enough, but heading to my family’s neck of the woods is even better. I’m the only east coast weirdo, and that was a complete accident that sadly stuck. Everyone else called Colorado to California home, and I’ve just lived vicariously through stories. As it is, I’ve never felt right in Atlanta. There’s a slowness and clarity to everything out there that sings to me (Hollywood social climbing aside). Not like the syrupy slowness of the deep south, it unnerves me and puts a pit in my stomach. It’s weird to explain, but when you know you don’t belong…you know it.
Some people won, some people lost. I don’t really watch it for the awards because people I like rarely win. I feel like Ozzy Osbourne in that one commercial when he asks, “What’s a Bieber.” I don’t know, Ozzy. I don’t know.
Lady Gaga was doing a tribute to David Bowie though and I wasn’t going to miss that. Especially when the photos started making their rounds on Twitter. Goodbye X-Files and Lucifer, hello commercialized awards show. The things I do for glam rock.
The tribute has been met with some heavily mixed reviews. I personally thought it was decent. Not my favourite thing ever but also not awful. It sadly was a glorified advertisement for Intel, which was definitely a slap in the face of Bowie and his family (Duncan Jones had some things to say…). Gaga’s white suit (Marc Jacobs) was compared to Vegas era Elvis. I can see that. I also saw a little of Angie Bowie. The close-ups showed embroidery depicting various images spanning Bowie’s career. The performance had some of Bowie’s own team behind it with Nile Rogers on guitar and Kansai Yamamoto collaborating with Gaga on a tearaway cape. At the end of the day it was the work of a fan, which Gaga is.
There were of course other people there. In fact, Alice Cooper was there! That made me rather giddy. He still looks like the baddest Satan-worshipping vampire of all time. His new supergroup band, Hollywood Vampires, did a little tribute (there were a lot of those this year) to Lemmy Kilmister and Motörhead. Amazing. Any one of those old gents could have drank the entire audience of the Grammys under the table.
Nothing terribly impressive going on fashion-wise. It should go as no surprise that my favourite ladies were all sporting pieces from fashion’s powerhouses. Thumbs-up to the top 5, in no order.
I am probably completely alone in saying I don’t really care for Beyoncé but I don’t. I’ve never really cared for her music, style, or personality. It is undeniable that she is taking over the world though. Even me in my glam rock bubble notices her from time to time. I notice girls emulating her style and worshipping the ground she walks on.
I haven’t watched the video for Formation and it’s not on the top of my to-do list but this screencap has been bombarding me from every angle. Facebook. Twitter. Instagram. Tumblr. Everywhere. The stacked silver. Witchy goth style. Those Wednesday Addams braids. Where have I seen that before? Oh! The streets of the fashion meccas. Or on the crazy voguing lovers, Aya + Bambi. Haven’t seen their viral videos? Check them out here and here.
Monochrome style that’s heavily accessorized with jewels, it’s speaks volumes. Is it easy? Not quite. If you don’t edit perfectly, it will look busy and unpolished. The modern black magic witch wants to look macabre not sloppy. Riccardo Tisci of Givenchy accomplishes it flawlessly (it’s not like Beyoncé is dressing herself after all). Year after year he shows the world that it’s okay to be a little evil with collections fit for a dark goddess of the night. It’s fun to be a villain.
This brand of goth really does require a monochromatic canvas. Some branches are only for the bravest warriors (like Gaga or Daphne Guinness). The heavy adornment can drown a person. Literally, that stuff is heavy. To me…there should be two tones to an outfit like this: white, black, or grey fabric and then one specific metal. At least for full impact. Fashion is always up to the individual though, and I don’t believe in rules.
My favourite store for this is definitely Child of Wild. They march to the beat of their own drum. This company researches and respects every single piece they sell. Instead of appropriating the cultures behind the heavy metal like so many big brand names, they keep it very true to the roots crediting the culture behind each piece. No simple “tribal” titles here. A very cool company with a very positive message. It’s what the witches want.