Time to locate your blackest blacks, and get ready to dance your way into December. It’s our second Nebulae gathering, where we listen to vintage Goth / Industrial and get super spooky for a few scant hours. Travis W & M will be spinning tunes, and the bar will be stocked with plenty of libations. Join us! The weekend starts tonight.

I came into this jacket when I was in High School. (Perhaps Justin, Devin or Chantal may recall how?) As was the style at the time, I brought it to the last day of High School (1993), and had everyone draw on it / write all over it.

At some point a hole opened up in the back, and for a long period, a massive duct tape patch covered it. (Again: the style of the time.) I wore it around for ages, retired it, revived it when I moved to PDX in 2000, and retired it again. Occasionally I broke it out for a one-night-only engagements, but it saw it’s last use around 2005, and has been in a closet / box ever since.

I forgot I had it, and rediscovered it in a recent archeological dig through the remains of my items in “storage.” My immediate thought was, time to snap a photo and trash this.

So, why is it so hard to carry out the “trashing” part of that sentiment?

Saw the original Terminator film again the other day, a movie that really stuck with me after my friend Justin showed it to me at his house one night when we were kids. In the world before T2 and the franchise becoming what it was, there was the mundane reality of late ‘80’s video store cinema, of which my family and friends were all well versed.

What sticks with me is the music, which holds up much better than the plot holes and FX glitches that occasionally crop up. That music really is the glue that keeps the film together, and makes a B Movie a really incredible piece of work. I’m a sucker for time travel, but like with Alien, that first film really is something that is not replicable in later iterations.

You love your country and you think it’s the best.
If I was Judge you’d all be sentenced to death.
Go get your synthesizer, start a new band.
You’ve got no culture and your head’s in the sand.
Go ask the freest man who lives on this Earth.
He’ll tell you what your garbage Country is worth.

Enjoy this Holiday Retrocast from last year, where we bring you a Very Brautigan Thanksgiving. Some readings, some music, and some holiday meditations. Or, really, just something to listen to instead of Uncle Albert’s conspiracy theories. Happy Holidays from all of us at Mid-Valley Mutations. Available for stream or download.