Do you have photos of moments in your life that make you cringe? I have a handful of them, particularly from my early 20s, when I was searching for a path out of Texas. I had moved beyond my flashy New Wave days of makeup and big hair into a strange hybrid uniform of 1940sContinue reading “The Naked Time”
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My Frakkin’ Goth Night – Battlestar Galactica at a Goth Club
The Hunger – Bauhaus and the Endless Void of Teenage Depression
I. I peer into the depths of a black tarp, loosely stapled across a makeshift wall. There is a constant hustle of people shuffling past as they rush to cobble together a haunted house for this elementary school carnival within 24 hours. By my side is David Johnson, a great neighborhood friend. I’d invited himContinue reading “The Hunger – Bauhaus and the Endless Void of Teenage Depression”
Estate Sales – Where the Dead Can Dance
I didn’t realize that I would have a problem when I wore the dead man’s shirt to the goth club. When I first saw it at the estate sale, the black button-down was perfectly folded and stored in a withered dry cleaning bag, with the ancient identification tag looped through a starched buttonhole. Lifting itContinue reading “Estate Sales – Where the Dead Can Dance”
Episode 5: Mirror, Mirror – The Path to the Nightcage
I move in slow motion, trapped in the crowd after a concert at Music Hall in downtown Houston. My friends, Michael and Steven, slowly move in syncopation as we awkwardly descend the steps of the balcony, taking tiny steps to assure we don’t kick or trip someone else. I am wearing grey parachute pants, aContinue reading “Episode 5: Mirror, Mirror – The Path to the Nightcage”
Jeff Gauntt-Quiceno 