The majority of what follows was copied from my Facebook page. I added a few thoughts. Only a few.
Today has been a rough day. I was going to write an entry in my blog (which I haven’t done in at least a year). I just do not have the motivation…the will.
The closest I could get my hair to look like this was a Gheri Curl.
I had to give a presentation in my PSYC class earlier tonight (there is a lot to catch up on, dear readers, in the life of the X; details coming in the next few weeks). I can’t believe I made it through it the damn thing. However, I somehow managed.
It seems silly to let the death of someone you do not know personally get to oneself like this, but it is getting to me. It seems silly that the first thing I sit and write that is non-academic is this…
Seriously.
I decided to play an instrument because I was influenced by Prince. I wanted to play the guitar. My school district said that was not a band instrument (I later learned there was a stringed instrument program – I coulda been a violin contender!).
I decided on the saxophone. I have no regrets. That inspiration led me to learn to play the flute, the clarinet, percussion, and the Jew’s harp. He is the same reason I studied dance. For years I styled my hair, clothes, and much more after him.
I lost my virginity to Prince’s music.
But we still have your music.
Back in the darksideradio.com days, I would play Prince’s music on my show. In the midst of a retro-Goth dance fest that occasionally featured a block of songs featuring the word “fuck” and a block of songs that illustrated how deranged the Eighties were with all the pro-stalking songs (I am looking at you Blondie and The Police…), there was always a a block of Prince songs. The listeners never questioned his music being there. One sent angry direct message Tweets if she had not heard a Prince song before the second hour started).
I am not sure what Gen X did to 2016 that has made it decide to take all of our heroes from us. Maybe next week I can smile and imagine an afterlife where Prince and Bowie are performing one awesome everlasting show.But not now. Now, I am just beside myself. Maybe I will copy and paste this as that blog entry.
Time for a change of pace. My last few entries have been “down” rather than dark. In fact, this guy told me that I needed to get back to what I do best: sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Well, I am not much of a rocker (although, I do “like my coffee like I like my metal“), I am more of the twisted bastard child derived from an orgy of New Wave, Goth, Industrial, and Thrash. Face it, I am a child of the Eighties… Anyhoo, I decided to take his advice; I grabbed some drugs, squeezed out a few knuckle children on a lovely couple’s heads, and now make a return to my Darkside Radio days to hit yo’ azz with a bit of Ye Olde DJ Xavier-ness. I will even try to rock and roll, if you will.
Music is a funny thing. We all like some, we all hate some. Hell, I have even met people who claim to hate all music. These people are a dangerous, soulless threat to humanity. Even birds sing songs to lure you outdoors so that you can throw rocks at them, or shoot at them with the weapon of your choice. Beware and pity the fool who says he hates music! If you are a music hater, leave now. The rest of this blog is not for you. Those of you that like/love/fuck-daily-with-no-abandon music stay and read on. However, realize this: to thine ownself be true. What follows will require you to make an admission that you may not want to make. You may have to delve into parts of your soul that you do not want to acknowledge exists to others.
Lying about music sends you here, only you will be tortured by Justin Bieber and Kenny G.
What I am talking about are those songs that most of us claim not to like/know/love. You know, the songs that we turn our noses up to, or ridicule when we here them. We mock these songs sometimes so that we can hide the truth: that we do like, maybe even love, these songs. If we could, we would grab these songs by the pony tails and ride them into the sunset. Truthfully, some of you may truly hate some of these songs. I will concede that may be the case. Yet, where I am going is not to whether you like these songs or not. No, this is far more sinister. These songs are those that may get stuck in your head. They may make you say to yourself: “Why do I know the words to this shit?!” You may like them and refuse to admit it, and will carry that secret to your grave. You will then deny it to Saint Peter, or whomever guards your respective entrance to your respective after-life paradise. Then you will be sent to the respective place of torment for your respective after-life. There you will listen to these songs for an eternity. Do not feel bad, at least you will be listening to things that you “love.”
So, without further ado:
Ten Songs That Rock (But You Probably Will Not Admit That They Do…)
10) “Let’s Dance,” David Bowie
Three words: Stevie Ray Vaughn. If you are a fan of SRV, and you crawled out of the depths to hear this song for the first time, you may ask: “Who is the dude singing Stevie’s song?” I like David Bowie. I like him enough to even look past that horrible cover of “Dancin’ in the Streets” that he did with Mick Jagger. I like him enough to even look past that video he and Jagger put out for that bit of scary. I like him enough to admit that this song is on here because I actually believe that it is a great song. There, I said it. You can talk shit when you marry a supermodel and get a guitar monster to play on some of your tracks. Stevie’s guitar was so awesome on this track that it just fades out with him playing an extended solo over the rest of the band.
9) “Beat It,” Michael Jackson
You do not want to admit it, but this could be you when you think no one is watching. True dat, homie.
Before there were questions about his, well, everything, Michael Jackson dropped that “Thriller” album on our asses. Okay, this is when he started to get strange, but that is not the point. The point, is that MJ released this album, and Eddie Van Halen became known to black folks all over the United States. Proving to the world that his producer balls had more jizz than a Clydesdale, Quincy Jones made this record into a R&B/Rock mulatto that had people wearing weird, red, zippered clothing and trying to figure out how to do a backspin to electric guitar accompanied by an elf screaming about your funky fight. This song simultaneously combined rock, R&B, and West Side story, and subsequently created the The King of Pop. Laugh if you want, someone in your immediate family probably owns the “Thriller” album…and you have probably listened to the whole thing. You may even be thinking of songs from that album that you believe should be here instead of this one.
8) “Smooth,” Santana
One day, guitar god Carlos Santana said to himself: “I am so badass with this guitar, that I can make a douchebag sound awesome.” And then he wrote this song. Sure, people knew the lyrics, and Rob Thomas does a more than decent singing while Santana’s guitar is as damn good as Norma’s coffee from the Double R Diner. Uncle Carlos had virtually disappeared from the music scene; he was living atop a mountain in the Andes being worshipped by a tribe of sexy, nude, vixens (this may or may not be true, let us just enjoy the image and say it is). Then he came down from the mountain top carrying his guitar and an amp like he was bringing the commandments to the world. He pointed to Thomas and said: “Verily, I seeth thou us possessed of the soul of the douche; yet thou shalt singeth, I shalt rocketh. Thus spake the Santana!” And it was good.
7) “Walk This Way,” Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith
So it is written, so shall it be done.
Granted this is a cover. A cover of an Aerosmith song. A cover of an Aerosmith song by some cats who had no idea who Aerosmith was at the time. They took this song, took rap into the suburbs, and millions of teenage white boys became what eventually turned into the closest thing the Eighties had to an army of Eminems. Sure, the Beastie Boys were kicking beastie ass back then, but Run-D.M.C. was “hard.” They owned this song, thought rock and rap went together better than peanut butter and chocolate, and declared themselves the King of Rock. Not many argued. Run-D.M.C. rocked a lot. There was this song. There was “Rock Box.” There was “Christmas in Hollis” (I think that was the name). Whatever the case, until those crazy West Coast rappers started gangbanging everything in site and shooting cops, Run-D.M.C. was the epitome of badassery when it came to the sound of the streets. They were, and probably are still tougher than leather. Knock that battery off of their shoulder, I dare you.
6) “Bring the Noise,” Public Enemy with Anthrax
This song really did rock. Totally. You better ask somebody, bee-yotch. Seriously, however. This song is one of the most awesome things that I had heard when it came out. A lot of musicians tried to combine New York rap with rock. Some were decent. Some sucked. Some are buried in my orchard because there attempt was so great an affront to music that those fuckers had to be put down hard. That very thing was done with this song for the soundtrack of the event. What is there not to love about this? I mean, Chuck D, Flava, Anthrax…it is like rap and metal fucked and this is the mystical spooge that turned us all into musical bukkake fetishists. Add Terminator X to the mix, and music history has been made. I know this, you know this. Public Enemy and Anthrax know this, how many times has this cut been redone in the last what, twenty years? Think about it.
5) “Rockin’ in the Free World,” Neil Young and Pearl Jam
After we finish up here, Vedder, you can wash my jeans and return my flannels,
I love Neil Young. How can I not like a guy who was sued by his record label for intentionally making a non-commercial album? Neil destroys acoustic. Neil destroys electric. Neil re-does his own song with Pearl Jam and it still kicks colossal ass. Have you ever seen Mr. Young in concert? He is a real treat to watch. I mean, the stuff where he is wearing that harmonica and just going acoustic is interesting, but to get a real appreciation for what this man does when he performs you have to watch him when he is standing and full on electric. I have a Neil Young box set that I bought years back. It is from the “Weld” tour. The version I bought has a third disc that is all distortion fuckery and it is great to listen to at the beginning of a mushroom trip (yes, I did go to college in Michigan, do not judge). But I digress. Sometimes when an artist of yore performs with young whipper snappers, they end up looking like a Model T on the Autobahn. This does not happen with Neil. He keeps Pearl Jam firmly in place and shows how he still owns, well, them.
4) “Come With Me,” Puff Daddy
When you hear this song, you may get the urge to find Puffles and beat him down for sampling Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir.” However, your urge desists when you realize that none other than Jimmy Page is tearing shit up personally on this track. Sure, P. Diddy (that is who he is now, right?) could have paid a label and used a sample from the song. However, knowing Page’s ability to control the Earth through mystic signals is as legendary as his guitar-sex, he chose the wise man’s route. Instead of “borrowing” a cup of Zeppelin-sugar, he burnt a lamb offering on the alter of Gibson and was granted the gift of a guest appearance by J.P. in the flesh. Instead of selling his soul at the crossroads, he choose to barter with ZOSO.
3) “Bust a Move,” Young M.C.
It seems like everyone knows this one, and I really do mean everyone. Even more than know “Baby Got Back.” Every (white) frat party that occurred at Michigan State when I was in attendance would play this album when black people showed up to prove that they were hip, not racist, and knew all about throwing out funky fresh beats. Poor, poor preps. At the time, they pretended this was the ultimate party music. If there
My bass is my side penis.
was dancing at a club, this was the artist that played between the numerous Milli Vanilli songs that made drunk chicks make out on the dance floor. Now, people pretend like they did not own this cassette and still secretly want to do the wave or worm when they hear it at the bar. Some people turn up in the strangest places. This song is one of them. The force behind the bass on this cut is that stuffed-animal-heads-on-the-pants virtuoso: the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Flea. If you ask me, Flea makes everything good, like cheese. The world of music knows this, he turns up on so many artists’ recordings that it is hard to keep track, maybe wearing pants. Probably not wearing a shirt. He may show up only wearing a sctrategically placed sock. The point is he shows up everywhere. This is one of those songs that turns up every where.What made this song rock? Flea. Since this has been more about Flea than Young M.C. (I am unapologetic about that), take a gander at this list of people that had to have some Flea:
Alanis Morrissette (“You Oughta Know” with Dave Navarro)
The Mars Volta
L.L. Cool J
Patti Smith
Johnny Cash
Tom Waites
Warren Zevon
And that is just to name a few.
2) “Rockin’ Daddy,” Howlin’ Wolf
This is a whole lot of awesome. Except for Winwood. He is not that awesome.
Aside from telling you firsthand that he rocked in the title of the song, Chester Burnett (a.k.a. Howlin’ Wolf), slapped you for not paying attention the first time. Moving from Mississippi to Chicago and making the blues his bitch, he and his rival proceeded to lay down the foundation for what we know as rock, and metal, and pretty much everything else involving an electric guitar. The real shame here is that we in the U.S. did not appreciate this black bluesman in the nineteen fifties. You know who did? The fucking Brits, that is who. From Clapton to Zeppelin, those white boys from Britain discovered the Mississippi delta and Chicago and the sounds coming out of those places, and rock…then metal…was born. Black Sabbath, Clapton, The Who, and even those bobble-head Beatles had to admit that they learned how to rock from those old blues cats. For this particular version of The Wolf’s tunage, I turned to “The London Howlin’ Wolf Sessios.” I could have picked any track off of this piece, but I chose this one because it is the first track, and Wolf starts it by telling you that he is your daddy, your rockin’ daddy. The rest of the album is giving you that slap that I mentioned a little while ago. The list of musicians on this album itself reads like a “Who’s Who in British Rock”: Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood, Bill Wyman, and Charlie Watts.
1) “Back in Black” and “You Shook Me All Night Long,” AC/DC
“She was a fast machine…” And you know you finished that sentence, and maybe the rest of the verse, of that song. Some of you are still singing it. Just admit it. Every motherfucker in the world knows these two songs, nearly every motherfucker in the world loves these songs, and very few will admit it. Sure, we see a guy in an AC/DC t-shirt and we immediately start with the Beavis and Butthead jokes. But we know the truth: these songs will be heard at weddings, your drunk asses will sing and dance horribly to them. These songs are in every jukebox in the world, your drunk asses will sing and dance horribly to them. Just admit they rock and sit your drunk ass down. Yeah, I called you out. Sometimes it be’s like that. The release of the album: “Back in Black” flew out of Australia and fucked the world with a dick so huge that it was barely tight enough to get pleasure from Men at Work, INXS, or Olivia Newton John. The fact that this recording made such an impact on rock music almost makes up for “Crocodile Dundee.” Almost.
Honorable mentions
There are a few songs that I struggled with adding them to the list or not. Part of me was being lazy. The rest of me was fighting the demands of my OCD to have only seven, or to increase the number of songs to fourteen. Or twenty-one. I successfully fought the urge and managed to stick with ten. However, I did feel the need to share the songs that were “rocking” enough to warrant an honorable mention. Discuss amongst yourselves.
“Love Song,” Tesla
“Poker Face,” as performed by Eric Cartman
Timmy and the Lords of the Underworld
“Shout at the Devil,” Mötley Crüe
“Welcome to the Jungle,” Guns N’ Roses (substitute “November Rain,” “Civil War,” or “Sweet Child O’ Mine”)
“Sexy Back,” Justin Timberlake
“Separate Ways (Worlds Apart),” Journey
“One,” Metallica (People went obscenely cray-cray over this song.)
“Smells Like Teen Spirit,” Nirvana
“Whip It,” Devo
“Mr. Roboto,” Styx
Bonus Track: “Pony,” Far
I love this song. Personally, I would say they do Ginuine better than Ginuine. Enjoy this video, it makes the song naughtier somehow. I am not sure why. In any case, it actually rocks. That is all.
Greetings and Salutations! Tonight’s show is going to be one of kind. A return to days of old, and a fitting end to the menace of Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier. Due to the most unfortunate of circumstances (well, not THE most unfortunate, I am being a bit of a drama queen…), Darkside Radio will be going off the air on October Twentieth, Two thousand and Twelve. Tonight, my show will be my last.
Being who I am, I cannot simply state the above and print a playlist for this evening. No, I have to do more, and using Bone Thugs is not enough either; I have to blather. I had no intention of ever being a DeeJay. I am far too shy for that. Really. I prefer to make my statements through writing. And it was so back in the days of MySpace. I created an account there, and had one friend: Manthony. I never really used the profile much. Years later, I met a clan of women named Dean Hodge, and began to do what the equivalent to blogging is in the MySpace universe. I was a hit with the Hodgii, and began to feel my oats after they officially made me one of their clan. Later, I created another profile, one that was just for Xavier. It was here that I once again found myself friendless, save for my secretary, and Manthony. Feeling pity for me, my secretary helped me find some people that she thought I may click with…and she was correct. T’is began my relationships with both DJ Mirage and Sister Constance.
DJ Mirage was quite a charmer, in her own compassionate, albeit darkly sexy and evil way. What started out as an idea to somehow make a guest appearance on her show (which, I later learned would be near impossible due to geographics, and a few other things) turned into my becoming a Darkside Radio DeeJay. I was not sure that I had enough music to meet the gothic/industrial/EBM audience, but I did have much music that was dark in nature, and was the Nineteen Seventies’ and Eighties’ queer older brother of music: New Wave, to begin my own show. And so it began. In the beginning, there were others there to help me not feel all freaked out and cray cray. There was Zephyrael, Phil, Trinity, Lestat…and some whose names I have forgotten. Shame on me. Through it all, there was DJ Mirage, and her partner in crime, Doc Nasty (the “father” of Darkside Radio, KrushRadio, the universe…). And as it stands to this day, aside from myself, there is DJ Mirage, and DJ Parallax. As it stands to this day, is the fear that what is going to be lost is not just a station, but two of my dearest friends and associates. Fortunately, there is Facebook, and I will never forget you two, my dearies.
Oh yeah! I was on Sunday mornings for a little bit as well.
Over the years, I have gone through several phases. Evolving or, more like changing states like some kind of deranged matter. My original show was four hours long. I shortened it because I started to bore myself, and have a little trouble seeing the broadcaster display after all the absinthe drinking that is required to broadcast one of my little voyages into internet shenanigans. While I started out kicking the old school goth jams and new wave hits (Ha!), I eventually added more industrial, some punk, and at times gangsta rap (Recently I added that new “dub step” stuff. Apparently, it was actually about in the nineties. It should have stayed there.). No matter what I may have decided to do for the night, from playing a block of songs featuring the word “fuck,” to having a celebration of tunage glorifying that good ol’ Eighties tradition of stalking and not taking no from some bitch, I always tried to remain on the darker side of life. However, the end result was always “creepy.” I guess I just decided to run with that.
Apparently, it paid off. At least a little. I met some interesting people by means of my shows through Twitter streams and looking like a music bot for a while. A few people never got that while I was updating my Facebook status, or tweeting some song titles over and over for a couple of hour that what I was actually doing was broadcasting a live show. A few did get it, and would make requests. Part of me wondered why the fuck they were spending a nice Saturday evening inside somewhere and listening to me. The bigger part, ego fed to the maximum, welcomed the attention and was honored that someone actually felt that I was interesting enough to sit and have playing as the background sound track for their night. Thank you all for listening. Now, we can still meet for cyber shenanigans; just read my blog and leave a comment. Perhaps I would write more. Shameless plug, but it is that sort of night.
So, I guess it is now time to put the baby to bed. I am not sure why I am feeling so sentimental at this time. I mean, we darklings are supposed to embrace the end. We sing and dance about the glories of the night. We dance with vampires, zombies and witches. We run around in corsets and Victorian garb. We sport leather and spikes and shades and piercings. We are tattoos and Neo and weirdos who want to sleep on your couch so we send you a picture of us and our boyfriends in women’s underwear with ferret in mouth. We are what goes bump in the night. So why am I dreading my own walk into that very darkness that I tried to coax you into for the last few years? Simple, for once, I am unsure of what that darkness may hold, save for the end of my nights on Darkside Radio.
This was the hardest broadcast, ever.
Tonight’s show will revisit my original four hour format. Tonight’s show will begin like I used to begin: with Erika Eigen’s “I Want to Marry a Lighthouse Keeper,” the song that plays in my head in the background of my dreams…and nightmares. Tonight, I have tried to play a little bit of everything that I have played over the years. Tonight, I try to say a fond farewell to those that listened to me and to a couple of hours every Saturday that I have accepted as part of a welcome ritual. This is harder for me than trying to quit smoking.
To Doc Nasty: Thank you for making this possible. Thank you for putting up with my freaking out over a red button and being there to get me on the air. Thank you for enabling me to spread my sickness through cyberspace, and being a real mensch about it.
To DJ Parallax: In the short time that we have known each other, it has been an age. A wonderful one. Keep in touch, my brother.
To DJ Mirage: First off, I know where to find you and can reach you by phone, email, and Pony Express. Always remember that. Second and most important, you have been an inspiration, a sister, a friend, a vampire, and a zombie to me. From MySpace to Brainaversary to Facebook, you have been the most awesome companion a creepy pirate from the Great Lakes Region could ever hope for when spreading dark music across the internet. We have been through much, ma chere. You will always be the Queen. It was awesome, and thank you for having me. And like I mentioned above, you better not try and flee… 🙂
And now, I present the artists that will be featured on tonight’s show. As you may notice, I decided to make tonight’s show an old school New Wave and Punk, earlier Gothic show with a dash of Alternative rock and Industrial sounds. To listen, tune to http://darksideradio.com at 10:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time (US) and stay tuned until at least 2:00 am. If you have Twitter, @XRothechilde and @Darksideradio give song-to-song updates during the show.
Enjoy!
Tonight’s Featured Artists (Subject To Change)
Erika Eigen
Type O Negative
Stone Temple Pilots
Bauhaus
Joy Division
Siouxsie and the Banshees
The Cure
The Smithereens
The Smiths
Peter Murphy
The Sisters of Mercy
DJ Mirage: The Gothic Barbie. Queen Mum of Darkside Radio
The Damned
Lacuna Coil
That Handsome Devil
The Koffin Kats
HorrorPops
Mad Marge & the Stonecutters
The Meteors
New Order
Public Image Ltd.
My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult
KMFDM
Ministry & Co Conspirators (yes, Ms. Paganwitch, this is “Black Betty”)
Electric Six
Modulate
Combichrist
Puscifer
Nouvelle Vague
Thomas Dolby
The B-52’s
311
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Living with “creepy” ain’t so bad…
Sonic Youth
Dead Kennedys
Ludo
Murderdolls
Soundgarden
Bigod 20
Ministry
Nine Inch Nails
Far
Duran Duran
Tears for Fears
Tre Lux
The Cult
The Gothacoustic Ensemble
Love and Rockets
Depeche Mode
Switchblade Symphony
Dead Can Dance: “The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove” Dedicated to The Gothic Barbie – DJ Mirage”
Commercials are from: “Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas” and “Grand Theft Auto IV”
Promotion spots for DJ Xavier produced and Created by: DJ Mirage, Ethermagus, and DJ Parallax
Greetings and Salutations! This rush of unusual weather has kept me very busy…and very paranoid. Really. The weather has been driving me crazy and threatening the future occupations of several of my orchard laborers. Have you any idea what unseasonable warmth does to cherry and apple trees? Why it tricks those bastards into blossoming and getting ready for the upcoming summer and growing season. And in Michigan, this is bad. You would think that by now the fauna of our state would begin to appreciate that warm weather in March does not mean there will not be a horrendous blizzard in April. A blizzard that will drive the cost of fruit up due to low yield. Low yield means that there are fewer people needed to tend to the lovely trees…
Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier
So, for the last couple of weeks I have been running about trying to figure out a strategy to deal with the potential economic woes to be foisted upon my poor orchard. Well, parts of the orchard. The employee parts. As for me, I expect record profits this year as the low yield will drive up prices and demand. One would think that despite the reduction in labor needs, I would keep all of the staff seeing that I expect an increase in profit. If one thought that, one would be wrong. That is not the American Way! Here, we do not reward anyone with less work because of acts of nature! If I kept the extras on, what would I be teaching them? That it is okay to slack off because there is less product? No sir! Less product = less workers. Read your Adam Smith.
Well, enough of that senseless prattle. I had a rough, intoxicating night last night and am fully aware that I am prone to babbling on if I am allowed. Hopefully, I will not feel the need to yap-yap all during the show tonight.
To listen click here or copy and paste the address below in your browser. You will need to follow the buttons at the top of the page to open your relevant music player.
Morrissey Joy Division Bauhaus The Cure Siouxsie and the Banshees Big Audio Dynamite II The Stone Roses Sonic Youth Ednaswap Depeche Mode Lacuna Coil Rob Zombie Primus Mad Marge and the Stonecutters The Koffin Kats The Meteors Skrillex Mindless Self Indulgence Basement Jaxx Ministry & Co-Conspirators Nine Inch Nails Puscifer Snake River Conspiracy The B-52’s Switchblade Symphony The Gothacoustic Ensemble Tre Lux Chris Cornell
Greetings and Salutations! Last week, I am sure that you noticed that I was not on the air. Truth be told, I was feeling a bit under the weather after the night out at the strip club. But that is not what kept me from the airwaves. What kept me off was the stress from the drama of earlier that day with that horrid interview from last week that was all about making the Rothechilde Foundation look like a group of insensitive thugs due to a minor incident involving a few upset elephants. Although, I have weathered that storm, I am facing a similar, earth-shattering, internet radio stealing mental dilemma this evening as well.
What is this dilemma? Well, it is simple and two-fold. First, there was the clothing anxiety issue that almost sent me into anxiety overdrive. You see, I was asked to teach a jujitsu class as a substitute for my instructor who was off celebrating his birthday. That was not the problem, I can deal with handling that. The problem came as a result of my panicking because of my pants. They did not seem to be my pants.
For one, the color and texture of them felt “off.” The other problem was that they did not feel “right.” I felt like I was traipsing about in someone else’s legs or something. I had a hard time focusing on driving and maintaining my calm because I was focused on the idea that I was, at that time wearing pants that not only felt weird, but felt like they may have belonged to someone else. I mentioned this to my secretary, whom asked me who’s pants I thought they were (I did find them in my room). She asked me what about them made me feel as if they were not my pants and all I could reply was: “everything!” In any case, after teaching the class (for which I had to travel to the most wicked place in Michigan: Frankenmuth), I drove back to my Samurai City digs and quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a black mock turtle neck shirt. Actually, I would have preferred to be wearing slacks of some type, but the jeans worked well enough to stave off a full-fledged anxiety explosion.
The next issue that has my mind in a tizzy is this whole deal regarding Rush Limbaugh and Sandra Fluke. The story is, Rush called her a slut and a prostitute because she advocated health insurance plans covering health insurance. Her words to encourage state-sponsored baby anti-proliferation even had old Rushy boy calling for sex tapes so he could post them online. Surely, any whore who is seeking health insurance coverage for birth control must have a host of sex tapes from her numerous dalliances with shady men that are available for mass dissemination via some “porno tube” website.
This has me most concerned because Rush turned tail and apologized. Apologized! This surely is a different corpulent, angry bird of a politico that we have grown to love over the years. What happened, man? I was all for supporting the Republican idea that no one should ever use birth control. In fact, if you do not want children (and cannot afford a nanny or au pere to raise them, nor can you afford to travel to some other nation where abortions and contraceptives flow like milk and honey), then you probably should not have sex. Fucking is for people who can afford the luxury of preventing a potential pregnancy, or eliminating the accidental creation of little monster clones of yourself. If you cannot afford the traditional remedies offered by the wealthy (Brazilian abortions, French morning after pills, or European boarding schools), then either go celibate, or take your chances with a shady, back alley abortion specialist on the streets of Mexico or Seattle.
However, I was betrayed. Betrayal most foul! His Most Majestic Obesity back-pedaled and apologized to Ms. Fluke. He took back his venom and took the wuss way out all because a few sponsors decided to pull their ads from his show. Really? What the fuck, Limbaugh?! These sponsors knew what you were all about, and they probably support you in your medieval attitude towards women and civilization in general. But they know the score, Rush. They know that most people are afraid of the right-wing agenda. They know that people fear the wealthy and our insidious urge to keep the poor as destitute as possible, and as numerous; we need that population to subject and get cheap labor from. The problem is that you spoke the truth that we do not want spoken too often. Here is how it works:
Have horrid right-wing, preferrably a near-racist and sexist attitude.
Wait for some mouthy schmuck to voice this reprehensible concern.
Silently agree, then pull sponsorship from the jerk to keep our customers content and unaware that your corporation fully intends to reward the jerk with perks, back slaps, and tickets to Nazis on Ice at the local ice arena.
Rush, you added an undesired step, and apologized! Now the liberal will know that we are cowards who only want a silent, subtle manipulation of the people. That is, unless they are trying to get a piece of our one-percent pie. If that is the case beat those bastards down and trample them with elephants. So, way to go Limbaugh: you made a girl cry, and then took it back like a wuss. What are you going to do next, put on your girly shorts and listen to Selena Gomez albums with your widdle, gurlfriends?
But enough of that satirical sarcasm, on with the show. Below is the list of artists appearing on tonight’s broadcast. To have a listen, tune your Internet browser to http://darksideradio.com. If that gives your trouble, try opening the link in your media player. But really, clicking the link should take you to the station. If it does not, keep trying. You want to listen, you know you do.
Tonight’s Featured Artists (Subject To Change)
Type O Negative
Bauhaus
Joy Division
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Oingo Boingo
The B-52’s
Sonic Youth
Dead Kennedys
Puscifer
Depeche Mode
The Cure
Blondie
The Police
Switchblade Symphony
Butthole Surfers.
Wednesday 13
Mindless Self Indulgence
Dragonette
Combichrist
Ministry & Co-Conspirators
Nine Inch Nails
Rob Zombie
Lacuna Coil
Bigod 20
Muse
Tool
The Smiths
Snake River Conspiracy
So, tune in tonight and enjoy the program. If you have Twitter, @XRothechilde and @Darksideradio give song-to-song updates during the show.
Commercials are from: “Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas” and “Grand Theft Auto IV”
Promotion spots for DJ Xavier produced and Created by: DJ Mirage, Ethermagus, and DJ Parallax
Greetings and Salutations! It has been two whole weeks since I have terrorized the Internet with old New Wave, Classic Gothic, and a few modern tunes for you to listen to as you sit on your computer and play World of Warcraft or do something on Facebook. If you were really clever, you would play my show in the background while going into some x-rated chat room to meet a date for the evening. Doing so would definitely attract someone’s curiosity, get me new listeners, and enhance your Internet experience a million fold!
Okay, you probably would not have the last of those prospects happen, but why risk it? Turn on the show and have a listen. It could only do you some good. Unless you are at work and should be doing other things rather than listening to me, or reading what is on this page. But that is not my concern, and probably should not be yours either. Musical cyber-intercourse of the ear with me is much more fun, stimulating, and can increase your own personal wealth (not financially, unless you are really industrious).
Well, enough of that prattle, let us get down to tonight’s musical offerings. I remember working in a record store back in the Nineties. This was some sort of experiment to get me in touch with the common man, but that is a story for later. Where I am going with this, is that I remember sorting cassette tapes (remember those?) and compact discs into musical genres. Genres that seem to have disappeared lately. It seems now that music is either Rap, Rock, Country, or Classical. Hell, more often than not, I see the first three in that list simply grouped under popular (Whatever, country music. Having Nashville does not make one popular!). One of those genres was New Wave. Another was that innocuous label “College Radio” (I was disappointed when I learned that many under-educated morons were fans of the genre…). Then one day, those genres disappeared, and were replaced with “Alternative.” I first noticed this change in Nineteen Ninety-One. Alternative became a buzzword and soon, a person could happily pay two hundred dollars at Hudson’s (now Macy’s) for a dirtied flannel shirt so that any suburban yutz could pretend to be Eddie Vedder while sipping over-priced coffee in some pretentious cafe while listening to horrible attempts at modern beatnik poetry. Ah, the Nineties…
So, hearkening back to that year, tonight’s show will be peppered with songs from “Just Say Yes Volume V: Just Say Anything” from Sire Records. In fact, that is why I used that title (and you should read that as Volume X, not Volume Ten…). Back in the day, Sire used to take a bunch of “sub-culture” bands, put them on a compilation tape/cd and one could have a sample of what was new, progressive, and ofttimes, underground. Some of those bands pushed the envelope, others may have turned out to be minor musical grace notes. Whatever, the case, I have decided to feature a few of those artists who were there in that last year of what I remember as music before it was turned into a mess of “alternative, pop schlock.”
So, tune in tonight and enjoy the program. If you have Twitter, @XRothechilde and @Darksideradio give song-to-song updates and make requests during the show.
*Selection from “Just Say Yes Volume V: Just Say Anything”
Commercials are from: “Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas” and “Grand Theft Auto IV”
Promotion spots for DJ Xavier produced and Created by: DJ Mirage, Ethermagus, and DJ Parallax
Greetings and Salutations! Tonight marks a momentous night for yours truly. It is the night after I went out to a local strip club with my dearest of dears, Charlotte. We happened to go on a night that was a feature evening: “Big and Beautiful Night.” The theme was big women, all amateurs, shaking it and getting naked for a chance to win a cool one thousand dollars.
What makes the night after such an even momentous? Very simple, I was both inspired and impressed by the fact that many of the entertainers last night danced to songs that one may hear some night if tuned into Darkside Radio. I am always pleased to see Gothic-Industrial-EBM strippers. Believe it or not, goth chicks have curves, only the males of our species tend to the skinny, waifish side of life…
But I digress… Before I get into the schedule of artists to be featured on Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier, let me give you a brief rundown of the events from last night. These will be highlights, people, a blog about the experience may come later. It may not even be necessary.
Instead of just having the BBW’s dance and strip, the girls had to endure three “events.” The third event, was the actual dancing, the first two events were 1) Topless Jump-roping, and 2) Naked Hula Hooping.
During the hula hoop event, one girl fell off of the stage, and onto a customer sitting in the audience.
One girl danced one entire song, and most of second, before pulling a lollipop out of her, we you know…
Not to be outdone by the “Crouching BBW, Hidden Lollipop” that came before her, the next contestant appeared with a giant lollipop shaped like a cock and began to get herself off with it. Really! She was going to town.
And there you have a brief rundown of what happened last night at the titty bar. Believe it or not, that is the first time that I have used the phrase “titty bar.” And in print! I feel lecherous.
I went shopping earlier today and bought a couple of new suits, a coat, and a top coat. Why is this important? Well, dear readers, the suit shopping marks another milestone in the life of Xavier A.S. Rothechilde: one of the suits is actually sort of navy blue. Yes! It is true! The X man has actually purchased a suit that was not black! “It’s the end of the world as we know it…” Further, I did not purchase a white shirt. I bought a blue shirt and a brownish one, and even a gold-ish colored tie. I bought clothing that has color!!! Not that there is anything wrong with that. There will be more to this tale as well. In fact, between the strip club and the shopping, I think I may have a total blog entry.
Well, I have gone on for quite enough time about stuff and should get on with the other purpose of this entry: the artist who will be providing the rhythm for the gothic dance with the Green Faery. Grab your absinthe, sugar and ice water, it is almost time.
Greetings and Salutations! Before I go on and present a list of the tunes that will be playing on tonight’s show, I would like to take this opportunity to enlist the aid of any of you dear readers that are interested knowledgeable on the topic, and care to throw in your two cents. Last night, I watched VH1’s “100 Greatest Artists of All Time” show. I admit it, I have a thing for history, and music, and there it was combined for my nerdly enjoyment. So feeling a little inspired, and a bit theft-y, I decided to come up with my own list.
My list however, is not going to reach one hundred. In fact, I am only looking for fifty, and I am not looking for artists (re: musicians). Rather, I would like to compile a list of the “Fifty Most Influential Gothic/Industrial Musicians.” Now I would be hard pressed to find fifty such artists to qualify, so I will settle for songs. Fifty songs. My idea is to present the list in a blog, and to air the tunes on a broadcast of my show. If you are interested, send your song title (and try to be band specific, please), and if you would like, a short blurb about why you think this song is so relevant. If the song makes the cut, both your words (attributed to you) and the song will make the blog. The songs that will be chosen for the final list will be the ones that receive the most mentions/recommendations. If it helps, after the list is compiled, I can make a ballot to send to those who participate for the final vote. What do you think? Send your recommendations to me at: xrothechilde@charter.net.
And now, I present the artists that will be featured on tonight’s show. As you may notice, I decided to make tonight’s show an old school New Wave and Punk, earlier Gothic show with a dash of Alternative rock and Industrial sounds. To listen, tune to http://darksideradio.com at 10:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time (US).
Enjoy!
Tonight’s Featured Artists (Subject To Change)
The Doors
Joy Division
Bauhaus
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Hoodoo Gurus
Talking Heads
The Clash
U2
The Cure
Blondie
Adam Ant
Eurythmics
R.E.M.
Depeche Mode
Switchblade Symphony
Evanescence
Lacuna Coil
Sonic Youth
Ministry
Nine Inch Nails
Billy Idol
Muse
Eleven
The B-52’s
Berlin
Pale Divine
Kate Bush
Dead Can Dance
So, tune in tonight and enjoy the program. If you have Twitter, @XRothechilde and @Darksideradio give song-to-song updates during the show.
Commercials are from: “Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas” and “Grand Theft Auto IV”
Promotion spots for DJ Xavier produced and Created by: DJ Mirage, Ethermagus, and DJ Parallax
Greetings and Salutations! After the Labor Day break, it is time to return to the mechanics of everyday life. Summer vacation is over, the kiddies are all back in school, and I am returning to the airwaves to terrorize and entertain. Tonight’s show marks a semi-return to my longer format. However, I have to admit that I will not be entertaining you for the full four hours, rather tonight’s show is closer to three. Since I have done this, you all should be listening…
Image created by Oliver Twist'd
While I admit, that I have been neglecting my blog duties this last week, I assure you that I shall be returning to entertain, shock, and horrify, you all with tales from my beloved Rothechilde Foundation. Summer is always a slow time for our work as we must attend to important matters like vacation, sleeping in, eating, and lounging. Yet, another summer has indeed come and died and it is now time to continue the cycle of…whatever it is that we tend to put in some sort of cycle. However, tonight is not a night to go on about the opening week of Foundation business; it is not a night to discuss the development and implementation of the War Elephant Protocols. Tonight is a night for fun, music, and dancing.
Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier
This is a night for listening to me on Darkside Radio and dancing in your living room, at your party, or in your computer seat as you type with one hand and gleefully masturbate to pictures of porn stars that you will never get to touch or even stand one hundred feet near.
Tonight’s show marks a return of a few old favorites from shows past. Tonight’s show will bring you a version of and old favorite of mine (and yours), “The Fuck Block.” Unfortunately, it is not a true block of your fucking F-Bomb favorites, but two of the songs that defined that wonderful block of tunes have returned to the playlist. What are they? I guess you will have to tune in and have a listen. Also, Tonight the Rothechilde Experience extends the psychobilly and horrorbilly segment to more songs for you to grab your broad and swing to…
To listen click here or copy and paste the address below in your browser. You will need to follow the buttons at the top of the page to open your relevant music player.
To make a request, comment or just be a smartass or whatever, follow me on Twitter: twitter.com/xrothechilde
Bauhaus
They Might Be Giants
Peter Murphy
Joy Division
The Smiths
Specimen
The Cure
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
New Order
Dead Kennedys
The Damned
Portishead
Depeche Mode
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Reverend Horton Heat
Guana Bats
Mad Marge and the Stonecutters
HorrorPops
The Koffin Kats
That Handsome Devil (for my ‘beth)
Tool
Lacuna Coil
Evanescence
Rob Zombie
Frankenstein Drag Queens from Planet 13
Mindless Self Indulgence
Kidneythieves
Combichrist
A Perfect Circle
Ministry & Co-Conspirators (for Kelly)
Nine Inch Nails
KMFDM
Electric Six
Modulate
My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult
The Gothacoustic Ensemble
Type O Negative (to Amy W. B.)
Puscifer
Switchblade Symphony
The Smithereens
The Cult
Tre Lux (to DJ Mirage)
(Commercials played on The Rothechilde Experiment are from Rockstar Games’ “Grand Theft Auto” Series. Bumps and promos created and produced by: DJ Mirage, DJ Parallax, and Ethermagus. Blank MP3s created and produced by Oliver Twist’d)
Greetings and Salutations! This week marks the second week that I have let the trivial incidents of the week prevent me from taking care of business and finishing my blog. I believe that I may be having a bit of writer’s block, only not by my own design. I think I was given the literary equivalent of a cockblock. There I said it.
Thank you, DJ Zephyrael for this, it is still one of my favorites
This week has been an odd one. Greeted with ghost images from the past in the form of photographs, I found myself waxing a bit nostalgic and have decided that tonight’s show will be a tribute to the Eighties that was the New Wave that begat the Goth. Coming up with this program was tough; for every song that I wanted to add, I found two more after the fact that I wanted to add. One song that did not make the cut was th Tom Tom Club’s “Genius of Love.” Sorry, Tina and others, I opted to go with Talking Heads instead.
Below you will find the playlist for the evening as planned to this point. The artists are not necessarily played in that order and the list is subject to change. If you have any requests, follow me on Twitter (twitter.com/xrothechilde) and send me an message.
To listen click here or copy and paste the address below in your browser. You will need to follow the buttons at the top of the page to open your relevant music player.
Sylvia Juncosa
New Order
Men Without Hats
Wall of Voodoo
Switchblade Symphony
They Might be Giants
Billy Idol
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Talking Heads
Tre Lux
The Cars
The Dead Milkmen
Dead Kennedys
The Sex Pistols
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Depeche Mode
Puscifer (dedicated to My ‘beth)
Morrissey
Mad Marge and the Stonecutters
The Koffin Kats
HorrorPops
Nekromantix
Reverend Horton Heat
That Handsome Devil
Suicidal Tendencies
Wednesday 13
Ministry
A Perfect Circle
Muse
Lacuna Coil
Garbage
The Gothacoustic Ensemble
The Cure
Nine Inch Nails
Portishead (dedicated to Amy W.B.)
Dead Can Dance (dedicated to The Gothic Barbie: DJ Mirage)
Ads played during the show are from Rockstar’s “Grand Theft Auto” Video Game Series.
DJ Xavier and Darkside Radio promos created by DJ Mirage and Ethermagus
Greetings and Salutations! I have been away from my blog and the airwaves for a week and I have missed both. However, I assure you that I have been eagerly working on Part II of the blog addressing the issue of the War Elephants and their necessity to protect The Foundation from the impending clash of Rich versus Poor; a battle that will present The Rothechilde Foundation with a surge of needy claimants and treacherous betrayal from our wealthy brethren. However, that issue has been resolved, and the War Elephant Agenda is going to save Samurai City and The Rothechilde Foundation.
Darkside Radio with DJ Xavier
Yet, this is not a night for War Elephants, invasions of the needy, and backstabbing shenanigans from the other One Percenters of the United States (not the ones riding motorcycles, but the ones who own ninety-nine percent of everything in the nation). This is a night for listening to me on Darkside Radio and dancing in your living room, at your party, or in your computer seat as you type with one hand and gleefully masturbate to pictures of porn stars that you will never get to touch or even stand one hundred feet near.
Tonight’s show marks a return of a few old favorites and a few new, old favorites from the days of New Wave, Punk, and the Dark Eighties. Tune in on Darkside Radio and enjoy the show.
To listen click here or copy and paste the address below in your browser. You will need to follow the buttons at the top of the page to open your relevant music player.
Bauhaus
Bongwater
Joy Division
The Smiths
Depeche Mode
The Smithereens
Siouxsie and the Banshees
New Order
Edwyn Collins
Switchblade Symphony
Nouvelle Vague
The B-52’s
Puscifer (dedicated to My ‘beth)
Muse
Queens of the Stoneage
Mindless Self Indulgence (dedicated to My ‘beth)
Black Flag
Mad Marge and the Stonecutters
The Koffin Kats
HorrorPops
Nekromantix
The Meteors (for Kelly)
Frankenstein Drag Queens from Planet 13
Ministry & Co-Conspirators (for Kelly)
Public Image Ltd.
Godsmack (dedicated to Amy W.B.)
Nine Inch Nails
Kidneythieves
Lacuna Coil
Big Pig
The Gothacoustic Ensemble
The Cure
Portishead (dedicated to Amy W.B.)
Potential Redundancy Alert: Grr, grr, and double grr! This was supposed to post from another blog location. Apparently, I have to go and adjust a few things. Please forgive me is what you are about to read is something that you have already read once somewhere else.
Earlier this week I was asked why my taste in music is so diverse. The inquiry was based on my music collection and my musical tastes. You see, I have been know to quote lyrics from Public Enemy and The Cure in the same sentence. While this makes perfect sense to me, it did not necessarily make sense to everyone else.
This got me to thinking: where exactly did my interest come from? It was a short thought process. No matter where my mind ventured, everything made sense to me. For starters, being a child of the John Hughes Generation, many of the movies that I took in back in the day featured much of the music that I listen to currently, and subsequently feature on my show. In case you have forgotten, bands such as New Order, The Cure, Psychedelic Furs, etc. often appeared on soundtracks for movies in the Eighties. Not to mention the simple fact that the blurring of musical lines was already occurring, many just did not notice…
Back when the Sex Pistols were causing a scene, Debbie Harry was hanging with Sid and Nancy. Tina Weymouth and others had ventured on a side project from the Talking Heads, created the Tom Tom Club and began to experiment with rap. Bands such as The Art of Noise, New Order, and Kraftwerk were fueling the boom boxes for the cardboard-on-the-street breakdancing crews. Malcolm McClaren somewhere in there began to take proto-hip hop to Britain and instead of promoting Anarchy in the UK he began to sing of “buffalo girls coming ’round the outside…”
In a nutshell, the Gothic movement has always been an undercurrent of the music scene. When Bauhaus split up and left the world with Peter Murphy and Love and Rockets, the movement split with it. After Ian Curtis left this world, the surviving members of Joy Division went on with New Order. The Gothic world just remembered the roots of many of these new artists who began to enjoy commercial pop success. Remember Oingo Boingo? Danny Elfman went from having a “…Dead Man’s Party…” to teaming up with Tim Burton, Matt Groenig and others to produce soundtracks for television and movies (ever wonder why a song by Siouxsie and the Banshees happened on the big screen? I do not. It is as it should be.).
I guess where I am going with this in a hurried, get done with this writing and prepare for the show tonight kind of way is that Goth has always been here. It is the darker side of New Wave, Rap, and Pop. It is what gave hard rockers and metal heads the dark kick they needed to form death metal, speed metal, and whatever. It is the music of old-school, skinny skateboards and broken wrists in illegally drained swimming pools. It is the Screamin’ Jay Hawkins that invaded the world of the Blues. Goth is. It just is.
Tonight;s show will feature songs and artists that had an impact on the direction of Gothic music, at least from my impression. Some will say that much is not Goth, I say it is Dark Eighties. I say it is New Wave. I say it is a time to kick it old school for a night. From Punk to New Wave to Goth and in between, this is my interpretation of the roots of Goth. With the exception of maybe two or three songs, tonight’s line up comes completely from the Eighties (possibly Seventies on a song or two). Be warned, this list of tonight’s artists does not necessarily mean that they appear in this particular order.
So tune in tonight and have a listen. Click here to listen or copy and paste the link below in another window or something. You may have to copy the link in the browser of your player or follow one of the buttons located at the top of the Darkside Radio page.
The Art of Noise
Morrissey
Thomas Dolby
Oingo Boingo
Pat Benatar
Ben Charest (I really think the artist of this particular song goes by “M” however.)
Big Pig
R.E.M.
The Police
Switchblade Symphony
The Sex Pistols
Dead Kennedys
Bad Brains
Big Black
Black Flag
Soundgarden
Ozzy Osbourne
Snake River Conspiracy (Shout out to KJ)
Ministry
Nine Inch Nails
Fish Karma
Siouxsie and the Banshees
Southern Death Cult (A shiny farthing to who can tell me how many times some version of this band appears in tonight’s line up).
The Smiths
Enya
The Fugees
Depeche Mode
The Cure
Love and Rockets
The B-52’s
XTC
The Cult
Love Spit Love
Berlin
Bob and Tom
Greetings and Salutations! After a lengthy battle with my cable Internet provider, my connection issues have been resolved and tonight your beloved DJ Xavier returns to the Internet airwaves. So, tune in for a absinthe laden, gothic/industrial/dar80s/psychobilly time. The show starts at ten o’ clock Eastern Standard Time. And you can find the site above or by clicking here. You may have to sign into your media player, who knows…just tune the fuck in! Heh heh heh…
For those of you unfamiliar with my show, you never know what to expect; I try to stick to a theme of darkness, so anything goes if it can possibly give you the creeps or inspire you to leave your coffin for a moment to dance. While below is a list of the artists that are planned for the night, my lineup is subject to change (I do take requests, find me on Twitter: @XRothechilde). Tonight’s stream will feature the following artists:
Featured Artists
The Doors
Leonard Cohen
Joy Division
Peter Murphy
The Smiths
Love and Rockets
Siouxsie and the Banshees (for Rachael)
The Asteroids Galaxy Tour
Depeche Mode
The Gothacoustic Ensemble (for Charlotte)
Rob Zombie
Lacuna Coil
Switchblade Symphony
HorrorPops
Mad Marge and the Stonecutters
Nekromantix
That Handsome Devil
Kidneythieves
Muse
Garbage
Wednesday 13
Mindless Self Indulgence
Nine Inch Nails
Ministry & Co Conspirators
Type O Negative
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
A Perfect Circle
Snake River Conspiracy
Candymachine 88 & Tina Root
Puscifer (for Di)
The Cult (for Tracey)
Michael Andrews & Gary Jules
Placebo
The Cure (for DJ Mirage)
And there you have it folks, tune in tonight and give the show a listen. This post was reposted from another blog…it was supposed to show up here as well. Why it did not, I do not know.
“Everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that some spirit is manifest in the laws of the universe, one that is vastly superior to that of man.” - Albert Einstein
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