In Praise of Bacchus (and Burlesque)

Scratch another must-see band off the list.  On Oct. 30, Susan and I went to go see Type O for the first time at the Metro.

Type O Negative is like an aphrodisiac to goth girls.  Actually, I find that a good deal of women in general dig Type O.  Their sound is deep and sensual, and Peter Steele’s bass voice is pretty hard to resist, so I guess its no big surprise.  The guys who listen to Type O are an interesting mix however.  You have your mix of old-school Batcavers for whom Type O is on the heavier end of what they like, and your mix of tough biker dudes for whom Type O is their easy listening music.  Most of the dudes I saw at the Metro fell into the latter category, and while I wouldn’t characterize Type O Negative’s music as that heavy, we still saw fights break out and a bouncer drag a big dude down the stairs against his will.

Thankfully, we showed up late enough to miss the opening acts, which we were told weren’t impressive.  Not too long after our arrival, Type O took the stage and got to it.  All in all, I’d say they put on a solid show, despite the crappy acoustics of the Metro.  They had a breeze blowing continuously through the stand-in keyboardist’s hair which looked ridiculous and was a little distracting, but other than that they looked great up there.  They played all the songs I needed to hear: Christian Woman, In Praise of Bacchus, Black No. 1, Love you to death.  Peter Steele was sober enough to perform the whole show without fucking anything up, although it did look like he went through a half bottle of vodka while performing.  That’s cool.  After the show, we met up with some people we knew and headed over to The Exit.

The Exit.  Unfortunately we don’t make it out there as much as I’d like, but it was nice to go again.  Since it was nearing Halloween, we saw a ton of people in costumes.  There was also a burlesque performance going on upstairs by Vaudezilla.  I guess Susan knew one of the girls from Facebook and so we went up to see the show.  The show was great.  Aside from it being normal girls doing some great dance routines, the outfits were cool, the themes were fun, and the music was hot.  Two routines in specific stuck with me.  There was one where the girl started off in a mad scientist costume and performed her act to the song Crazy by Gnarls Barkley.  The other was a fan dance to the song The Mission by Puscifer.  The fan number was probably the best of the evening, very fluid and elegant.  I’d never heard the song before, so I asked the DJ for the name.  Anyway, all the girls were great and we’ll probably be back to see them some other time. Check them out at

Here are some vids by Type O and the song The Mission by Puscifer.

Fun With The Dead

I have walked with the dead.

A horror collectible store in Berwyn named Horrorbles, got X amount of free tickets to hand out for “zombies” to attend the Zombieland Chicago red carpet premiere.  Side note: if you’re ever in the market for anything horror related, be it zombie makeup, authentic freddy krueger gloves, giant scary clowns, etc.  this is probably your one stop shop.  Go buy stuff from Kryssie, she rocks.  Lucky for my girlfriend and I, I knew Kryssie from high school, and she graced us with two tickets to go to the event as zombies.

So after doing a little homework on the subject, I came up with my lazy how-to guide for getting zombified.

  1. Get a suit from a thrift store, the more out of date the better.  Don’t spend too much money
  2. Go drag that fucker through the mud and rough it up
  3. With an exacto knife or something, shred the bottom of the pants a bit so that it looks tattered, do the same with the sleeves.
  4. Puncture wounds and fake blood are optional.
  5. Be fortunate enough to have an onsite makeup crew handle your makeup for you. (I know nothing about this crap.)

That was pretty much how I got ready to go.   Most people did their own makeup, and some got really creative with it.  Horrorbles actually has classes on Latex and special effects makeup, so I’ll probably go for a course, since I probably won’t have a makeup team on hand the next time I think about doing this.

So we arrive, get registered, and are herded into a pen where we are to wait on makeup.  People who already were in makeup basically just hung out and grabbed at passing cars and pedestrians.  Eventually I get my makeup on and do my fair share of groaning and swiping at passing traffic.  Eventually, it’s go time and we all line up and shamble down the red carpet while some people snap pictures.  Susan and I get past the carpet, head upstairs and take our seats.  Woody Harrellson comes on out before the film and says a few words.  He tells us that he’s really a zombie fan deep down, and was just in character for the film.  We let it slide.  The movie comes on and happens to rule.

After the movie, Susan has to go home and pass out, but I head on out to the after party at Villains.  Villains has a great selection of burgers, and an impressive beer list to boot, although from my past few visits I’m less than impressed with the speed and attentiveness of the bartending staff.   Still its a nice place, that attracts a group of south side regulars who frequent the place and seem pretty cool.  I meet people quickly enough, as I order a scotch and the two other scotch drinking zombies quickly take note of my order.  I sit and talk for a while with them.  The girl is a bartender there at Villains but was also out at the show, and the guy is really nice and one of the regulars there.  Anyway we hang for a while, buy each other a couple beers and eventually I head on out home and bury my zombie clothes in a bag for another time.

I’ve been bitten.  It can now only be a short amount of time before I lose control and stagger down the streets of Chicago in search of brains or a decent zombie pub crawl.