Yeah... It was only a matter of time given the issues with the blogs I had created that I would need to can the prior work and start over from scratch. The Greaser Goth Revival has been composted permanently, having already been eaten up with worms as it stands.
In its place, I present a new and fresh attempt at trying to keep an online journal. One I hope that I can update a little more regularly without (shudder) unsettling side issues.
I present to you...
This new revised online journal will capture the madcap events of me and my trusty Harley Davidson classic bomber style leather jacket as we romp around the Pacific Northwest. Sort of a Brotherhood of the Travelling Leathers but more music, more horror themes, and plenty of fart jokes. That's right... Fart Jokes!
If you can't handle that sort of high brow humor as told through the sweet folded words of a leather clad aging Gothabilly boy, then this blog isn't for you.
So... Who is this Boy and why does he have a Leather Jacket?
Well, that's a little hard to define sometimes. I am... An aging tattooed Christian Goth boy from the old school Goth revival of the 90's. Back when Bauhaus was being rediscovered by Grunge toting and flannel wearing Seattle types. It was the "Alternative" boom of the 90's and everything that wasn't "Metal" or "Pop" and couldn't easily be pigeon holed into a neat little label was given center stage. We call it all "Post Punk" in some sense now. The term "Alternative" seems to be so loosely applied that any crap band can get a label. "Indie"... That's what the trendy folk today call it.
In those halcyon days of long hair and and lipstick and clove cigarettes and sex in the graveyard (yeah I did that), the one thing I always had with me as a signature piece was the bomber leather jacket. It was my battle armor, my catch all for items I needed to hold on to, my blanket, my warmth, my treasure. It was like a little Goth version of Peanuts with Linus holding onto a Harley jacket.
Now that I'm almost in my 40's, I think I have about as much hair.
In every moment I have spent, no matter which alternative community I have been with, that signature leather jacket has been with me through thick and thin. My most current battle armor was purchased at the closing of a prior engagement I had about five years ago now. Most have lasted me at least three years, this current one shows no sign of wearing out.
This is my story I'm penning to paper. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Recently, I wanted to put it down form what my goals where for the upcoming year. I posted the following to my Facebook Page.
"My resolutions for 2015:
I will no longer enable other peoples bad behaviour: If you need help to hide your problems from someone or you need me to bail you out after you consistently make the same mistake I already bailed you out from before, I will not do it again. I'm too old for this!
I will no longer enable my own bad behaviours: see above.
If I do not have any place in the discussion or knowledge about the situation, I will shut my trap about it: Too often, I've overstepped my boundaries through some feeling of "power" or "clout" that I may have accumulated and spoken in a place or a situation where I need not speak. This goes mostly for the state tattoo community but also my personal life. I DO NOT have the clout to speak on behalf of a shop, a festival, or an event. I can only speak for my experiences.
I will trust my gut: I have never listened to or trusted my gut feelings. I get them often but choose to ignore them. The result is always disaster. Had I listened, I would have avoided heartache and pain.
I will find ways to make my life happy and joyous despite circumstances: Often I let life circumstances of others rule my emotions. I'm too old for this and I've missed out on too much life for me to let this happen anymore.
I will get out of my apartment and LIVE! Too often I wallow in loneliness and misery in my four walls. It's time to live a life again.
I WILL forgive the people who wronged me, or who I felt wronged me: It is not worth my time to hold a grudge or hate someone, it only poisons my life and they've long since happily moved on. I will bless them and pray they are given all they need.
By initial only, "K","M", "R", "M", I forgive you! Be blessed in the coming year! (I really wanted to try and make this right. I don't want to hold grudges anymore.)?
I will write again! I need to write and create.
If I go back on any single one of these, I ask you my friends to hold me to it.
I declare 2015 the proper and refined "Year of Bill"! It's my life and I need to live it. God bless you for helping me through 2015."
You see... I tend to make the best plans, but I seldom follow them through. Perhaps, this is why 2014 seemed like such a stagnant year.
Well, lets change that. Let's make it something different and amazing.
If you are familiar with my blogs and my writings, you know that for the better part of 12 years that I end each one with a little something I call "The Music in my head." Each time, its a diddy I have playing throughout the writing of a particular passage. Some people might call it ADHD, some might call it "Insane", I call it my life. Here I present the musical diddy that popped into my head. My 90's Goth exploration anthem...
Music in my head:
To Wish Impossible Things by The Cure
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