Here’s a chance to re-live your gloriously misspent goth youth. Skinny Puppy, Canuck-ian avatars of the Ministry/NIN/Front Line Assembly school of bummer EDM for bad people, play the Troc tomorrow night, along with Front Line Assembly, and we have a pair of tix to giveaway to some lucky recovering goth/Phawker reader. To win, all you have to do is send us an email at FEED@PHAWKER.COM and share some mildly embarrassing personal factoid (Example: “I actually liked the first Ministry album, back when they still sounded like pussies”) or anecdote (“The jocks at school used to call me ‘Flock Of Seagulls’ and it hurt my feelings”). Don’t worry, we won’t share them, they will strictly be for our own amusement. Please include your full name and a mobile number for confirmation. Good luck and gothspeed!
UPDATE: Release the bats! We have a winner! We said we wouldn’t share your embarrassing anecdotes from your ingloriously misspent goth youth, but this story is too good not to share, and our ticket winner gave us permission to publish it, absent his/her name. It goes like this:
I swear this is true. I wouldn’t make it up. I consider this a proud life moment, though most people I share it with shudder with revulsion. Maybe my values are fucked. Or maybe everyone else’s values are fucked and mine are rock (no pun intended (see below)) solid.
So… One late night (into early morning) during the summer of 2001 (I THINK; the dates are hazy for reasons which will become apparent) I smoked crack with Al Jourgensen (pictured, right), a locally famous dominatrix, and two decidedly infamous local crackheads. In Austin, Texas.
During the course of the 6+ hour (and $600+ costing), uh, ‘party,’ Mr.Jourgensen did not speak a single word. Only grunted. A lot. Quite Menacingly.
So there you go. We are shocked — SHOCKED, I tells ya — to learn that Al Jourgensen was allegedly involved in the consumption illicit substances back in the day. But live and learn, right?