@Laan Tungir and his industrial stream today reminds me of a story. At the time when I was feeding myself coffee, front-242 and Gen (psychic TV Gen) as math study grind music, I didn't go much darker. Coil? A couple decades later, all of Gen's previous band's work (Throbbing Gristle) was re-released. It had never interested me before, because it was too dark and odd, but over the years I had dug into some of Gen's weirder post-Throbbing-Gristle stuff, so I thought I was ready. I was curious. This was right about the time that I had to clean up an attic crawl space filled with old dusty insulation and rat shit. I couldn't do it in the summer, as it was too hot, so I had to do it in the spring and fall. I had a tyvec suite, full face mask and n95 filter. I bagged up all the old insulation, vacuumed up the remaining dust with a HEPA vacuum, and painted everything. I was probably up there for a couple hundred hours all-in-all, and I played the entire work of Throbbing Gristle over and over again on my headphones. It was a PITA to unsuit. I had a big container I used to gather the old insulation before I bagged it. I'd just sit down in it and piss when I needed too. I was always dripping wet with sweat. It didn't matter (I was hugging the summer, going up there until it was too hot). Most of the time I was laid out reaching under the eaves, pulling insulation in a claustrophobic way. My roof doesn't have much of a pitch. I can still hear the screech of IBM and Gen's droning about hamburger lady, but ... completely serious here... I took on some trauma with the combination, and I haven't listened to Throbbing Gristle since. Now, when I go back up in the crawl space I get a dark overhang of that past trauma and weight pressing down on me.
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