I got into Stephen King in the sixth grade and spent the summer that followed scouring the shelves of the public library for his novels; Pet Sematary, Carrie, the Tommyknockers, all of the Bachmann books — I read whatever I could get my hands on. And in spite of my over(hyper)active imagination, I remember how increasingly confident I’d become that these books were indeed works of fiction, if only because there was no way so much freaky shit could happen in the state of Maine and for Maine to still be on the map.
I’m rereading the Tommyknockers because I simply cannot remain focused on Anne Rice’s A Tale of the Body Thief. Self-editing was probably the single most idiotic decision that woman ever made. Yes, I am aware she is a born-again Christian.
The thing I love most about Siouxsie and the Banshees is how many of their songs remind me of my favorite books. Scarecrow always conjures up images of young Dagny Taggart’s insatiable passion for her railroad, while Rhapsody illustrates the utter void she feels years later with the discovery that there is “not a mind left.”
Turn to Stone and The Last Beat of My Heart capture perfectly Dominique Francon’s quest for self-destruction and the subsequent reintroduction of Roark in to her life, though he’s never been farther away.
And while it isn’t exactly one of my favorite books, one of the central points of Queen of the Damned (the struggle between Lestat and Akasha) can be summed up in Face to Face. Actually, considering both the Banshees’ and Danny Elfman’s aethetic persuasions (he co-wrote the song for the Batman Returns soundtrack), I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they were influenced by the book. Though I seriously doubts Siouxsie Sioux is a staunch reader of Ayn Rand. 😉
Also worth mentioning is Siouxsie and Budgie’s former side project The Creatures. A couple of their songs — Standing There and Another Planet — bring to mind Dagny Taggart’s inability to understand the minds and motives of the people around her.
If parents who post nude photographs of their babies and children on Facebook are going to claim that newborn “apricot balls,” “hamburger,” or pictures of a spread-eagled baby girl aren’t sexual, then they really ought to quit sexually objectifying their children. “Look at my little Nevaeh’s vagina! Isn’t it cute as a button! And she’s so gosh-darn flexible. Her future sex partners are sure going to be pleased!”
Unless they’re actually flattered by the notion of an Internet pedophile fapping to pictures of their babies. Come to think of it, I can’t think of a better LEGAL way to share softcore child porn than what these parents are doing.
I suppose the only thing worse is when they put this shit up on YouTube. Caution: this video is nothing but 3:03 of newborn vag, and I’m posting it solely to drive home my point.