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Old tales...

I've updated this, maybe someone out there will still read this; for now it's a blog that is unused.

My twitter still works though > you can check out what I'm up to on that.

Sisters of the Black Wind by Jessica Ramage.

This is now available for pre-order. You must pre-order your copy to secure it; and your book will be shipped in October. Available in hardcover as a limited edition of 50 copies only. The book will feature images from Jessica Ramage's most recent photography series and will be accompanied by short verses of poetry and prose.

"Sisters of the Black Wind" is a surreal visual narrative describing the relationship of the Sacred Feminine and Nature through ritual performance. The book contains an introduction by renowned New Zealand artist Melanie "Maleficent" Tahata:
http://maleficent.mediatrix.co.nz

Book Size: 8x10 inches
Cover: Hardcover with dust jacket and black linen cover.
Price: $110 NZD + $10 postage, packing & insurance; $100USD.
Paper: 80gsm coated semi-matte paper.
Pages: 54, full colour.

Pre-Orders and Enquiries:
For all pre-orders or enquiries, please send your name, address, contact number and number of copies to Jessica at this address: darkarts@gothique-noir.com

http://www.gothique-noir.com/

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RIP SKOOTA

On May 31st 2008, an old friend of mine, Scott Wallace Webster also known as Skoota passed away before he made it to the Deathpunkfest gig in New Plymouth.

I want to personally pay tribute to Skoota here on my own website. I've spent weeks mourning him and will always miss him. Skoota was at every art exhibition I ever had during my time in Auckland. He made an effort to travel to gigs I organised in Wellington. And he loved it. He was there at my 30th in Wellington as a surprise; he met my family, they thought he was awesome. But of course he was. He's my mate. I don't hang out with dickheads. He always had something positive and constructive to say to me about every piece of art I made that he ever saw.
That meant a lot to me. Most of my punk/goth/metal friends take for granted that I am an artist first - I'm usually a beautifully violent rocknroll barbie first - or just a drunken piece of trash to throw away - but Skoota never treated me like that. He appreciated that I was trying make my way in the world with my art; and that like him, I am one sick motherfucker.
Not that I ever fucked my mother, mind.
She is such a holdout.
Laugh. That was a joke.
But. Skoota was one of the few punk rock perverts that I have ever felt an affinity with. As I teased him on the night before he died he was a Saint for Semen.
He hugged me. Said he loved me.

I Love You Too, Brother.

Here is an obituary I wrote.

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Kia tau te rangimarie Skoota.

You were an honest, charming and extremely intelligent man. One of my recent, fondliest memories of you is from the Goth picnic a few months ago. It had just gotten dark and I heard a whooping emanating from the shadows. I knew then that Skoota was there! Hurrah! We talked about Deathpunkfest and how you were so excited to be able to make it. There was much whooping and crotch-grabbing. No matter how silly you were being, you always remained switched on and still capable of being down-to-earth. I will always appreciate the encouraging talks you gave me; about exhibitions, graphic art, the gigs or lifestyle choices.

I am so grateful I got to spend some time with you last week and that I got to meet some more of your excellent friends.

I am going to miss you so fucking much.

Thank you for the wicked birthday present. Thank you for making it down to New Plymouth. Thank you for being a good mate and always reminding me about the Punk Rock whanau.

Here's a song for you, brother.

Turbonegro - I Will Never Die
Let's Go -
Alright -

Hey punkettes look at me -
I master eternity -
Gonna make you scream out loud -
Get the fuck off of my cloud -

Alright -
I'm in complete control -
Now heads are gonna roll -
I see you turning bald -
I'll never grow old -

I'll never die -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -

Come join me for a ride -
There's no need to make reply -
You can't kill what does not live -
I'll make you suffer by my will -

Alright -
I'm in complete control -
Now heads are gonna roll -
I see you turning bald -
I'll never grow old -

I'll never die -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -

I'm a total mastermind -
Don't wanna hear you whine -
Brain of gold -
A heart of stone -
And your a pussy -
Long, long gone -

C'mon -
I'm in complete control -
Now heads are gonna roll -
I see you turning bald -
I'll never grow old -

I'll never die -
I'll never die -
I'll never die -

Swallow broken glass -
TNT up my ass -
Steal a mobsters cash -
Smoke twenty tons of hash -
I'll never die -


RIP Rear Anus Admiral CasualAnalSexGuy.
Only you know how to put the Death in Deathpunk.
May you live on, forever in our hearts and minds.
Arohanui ki a koe, ki te whanau me nga hoa.
Lots of aroha to you, your family and your friends.


TURBOJUGEND AOTEAROA U-666
DEATHPUNK FOREVER

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Thank you to all my friends that have helped me get through this rough time; especially RoadKill, Skate & Wolfgang.
Fucking Love You. Fucking Mean It.

xxx