#Sacramento goth

[nugothrhythms]

"Blue" by Sacramento, California-based darkwave act Creux Lies off of a 2020 double release

[sacramentohistorymuseum]

We like to use national and world holidays to highlight items in our museum for our videos. Sometimes we really stretch the purpose of the “holiday” to fit a topic that is unrelated. Today is one of those days because May 22nd is World Goth Day!

For today, Howard letterpress printed the word “Gothic” while discussing the Gothic style of fonts, which can also be referred to as Grotesque or San Serif. The font used is Franklin Gothic 90 point font, which is the largest metal type we have in our print shop at the Sacramento History Museum. This was printed with black rubber base ink using our Washington hand press.

[eroticlamb]

Very early photo of Lux Interior and Poison Ivy Rorschach, Sacramento, April 1972 ♡

[rockinshots]

Ashes Fallen mesmerized the fans at Bottom of The Hill, opening up for Vision Video. Whoa!! This dark wave/goth band from Sacramento has all the right ingredients to rise above. I highly recommend you catch one of their shows. 🔥🔥

📷 @rockinshots @ashesfallenmusic @bottomofthehillsf

[phonoselect]

PHONO SELECT RECORDS Now Playing... Virgin Prunes ‘…If I Die, I Die’ -1982 UK press! . OPEN EVERYDAY 12-6pm Call the shop if you have any questions. 916-400-3164 @phonoselect #recordstore #usedrecordstore #vinylrecords #usedrecords #phonoselect #phonoselectrecords #sacramento #recordstoresacramento #recordstorenorcal #virginprunes #gavinfriday #goth #darkwave #newwave #postpunk (at Phono Select Records) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpoFgz1PtxS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hernakedmuse]

Amberline

Disclaimer: This story is going to be dedicated to a very good friend of mine, why she thinks I'm good enough to let me write a character for her, I dunno.

This a Kyle Scheible x OC, there's definitely smut, adult situations, all high school characters are portrayed by adults. There's mention of eating disorder.

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Part I

Sacramento High School was no longer a public school.

This year it was changed to a charter due to its very low performance.

To be honest, this town is now poor or rich, and I fall into the latter as my mother loves to remind me. It's why I've been babysitting since I was twelve, and why this past summer I was working at a doughnut stand at a fair, and this school year I'll be working at Blockbusters.

College doesn't pay for itself, and mom made it no secret that she wasn't going to donate one red cent, why should she even though my babysitting and doughnut money go toward the nice apartment we live in and toward her payments for her Lexus she can hardly afford.

I don't even have a car, and does she ever drive me to work or school? No, it's my bicycle or a bus.

She's one of those southern women that always drone on about earning things, telling me life ain't easy and I best get a grasp of that early, especially since I'll be joining the rich kids of Sacramento for my senior year.

Immaculate Heart of Mary Catholic High School is so graciously funded by Charlene Sixkiller, my dearest mother. She said it'll help me get to a good school. I'm truly grateful, but I feel so pressured, I feel like school and me leaving at eighteen is all we talk about at home.

I don't even know what I want to do.

Like fuck.

I love writing but my mom says that it doesn't pay the bills. It's a big reason why she won't help me with college, because I'm choosing to be an English Major.

Okay so maybe I do know what I want to do with my life.

I write gothic novels, a cross between horror and romance. I'm not very good at it but I love writing, between that and my diary it's the only way I can actually express myself.

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It's awkward going to Catholic school and you're not a catholic, mom was brought up southern Baptist, and I hardly know a damn thing about my dad. Although he's probably the same, being from the same area.

I've only been to my mom's hometown of Rocky Mountain, North Carolina five times in my life, and every single time I count the hours for when we return to California.

My dream school is UCLA. It's hard as hell to get into, but going to this school will help. L.A. is far enough from central California where I won't have to deal with my mom again, and besides my dad's there. Maybe I can find him, ask him why I wasn't worth sticking around for.

My alarm clock blared Good Charlotte throughout my room. With a long groan and a painful stretch, I literally threw myself out of bed.

Dragged myself to the bathroom and pulled myself into the shower. I know being goth at a catholic school is going to be a total nightmare, but I was still Gung ho on making a good first impression. I washed my hair twice with the fruity smell of my Garnier shampoo and conditioner. Then massaged my loreal color mask into my waist length black hair before combing it through and clipping it up on top of my head.

My acne is starting to clear up but there's still some stubborn blemishes on my cheek. I washed my face with a morning burst about four times before using the scrub, why did I have to have problematic skin? Between acne, my fat ass and my boobs, I felt like there were twenty signs to point out how much of an ugly freak I am. I still tried though, some days I didn't think I looked bad, but days like today…

I scrubbed my skin with my electric apple lathered loofah until it was red and raw, and then rinsed my hair mask. I turned on the radio and brushed my teeth to the new Red Hot Chilli Peppers song By the Way, my eyes gazed with judgment at my reflection. How shall I fix myself today? I was getting over an eating disorder from last year, this weight is new to me. My doctor said I looked great, but sometimes I see a dancing hippopotamus in fantasia.

I rubbed Ponds onto my face and Bath and body works toasted hazelnut lotion on my skin. I sprayed my Secret powdery deodorant on. Blowing drying my waist length, ebony hair took a half an hour and that was me rushing. I sealed it with my Garnier serum and then did my makeup, far too much black eyeliner just past the point of you have gone too far, and cherry chapstick.

I pulled on my black panties and bra before pulling on the gray pleated school skirt I was forced to wear, I felt like a soldier preparing for war. The white buttoned down shirt was tucked in and I threw on my black zipper hoodie leaving it unzipped. I pulled on black knee high socks and scrunched them down before tying on my doc martens oxfords. I shoved on my many bracelets from a Hot Topic haul and made sure my black, stretchy choker constricted my neck. I brushed my hair down one more time and sprayed on my Victoria's Secret love spell body spray I got for my last birthday. I looked at myself, the kohl making my green eyes pop like I was on something. I wouldn't call myself hideous, just not pretty, not enough.

I wasn't enough for my old friends, when I was found passed out in the girl's bathroom everything changed. Nobody wanted me around, Alyssa and Taylor stopped sitting with me at lunch, and Alyssa started dating my crush Zach. They all acted like we never met.

But I was always the one who brought the least to the group. If I couldn't make it to a Marilyn Manson concert, they still went, but when Alyssa had the flu and couldn't make it to Disneyland, everyone canceled.

I was the one who was everyone's shoulder to cry on, at twelve I taught Taylor how to use pads and take motrin when she got her period, I told Zach he was good at drums, and anytime Alyssa had guy troubles it was me who lost sleep talking to her until 3am on the phone, it was me who bought her Häagen-Dazs and watched her stupid guilty pleasure show with her, Sex and the city, it was me who washed her hair and ran her a bath.

But it was never enough. Who knows, maybe I'm not meant to be happy. It's not in the cards for me I think.

The main reason for starting fresh and going to a new school wasn't just about college. It was so I wouldn't have to see the faces of the people who were supposed to be my best friends in the whole world, and couldn't get off their asses to visit me in the hospital.

I put my headphones and placed my Simple Plan CD into my player and turned it on blast.

Mom already left for work, she wasn't the kind of mother to prepare me a big breakfast for my first day. I grabbed an apple and granola bar and left to go catch the bus, getting catcalled on the way by guys old enough to be my dad.

Getting on that school bus was what you expected, the kids caught a look at the girl with black hair and equally black eyeliner and snicker or get out my way faster than a bat out of hell.

I sat in the very back next to a girl with shoulder length, dirty blonde hair pushed back by a headband that matched her gray school skirt.

She started talking to me, I saw her mouth move but couldn't hear one word. What is wrong with her? Can't she see that I'm wearing headphones? I wanted to ignore her so badly but I could not be rude to save my life. So I tapped the pause button with a black nail and pushed my headphones down before looking at her. "Can I help you?"

She smiled and laughed. "I was just saying you're new, I've never seen you before."

She wanted to bother me for that? I smiled though. "Yes, you're right. How perceptive of you."

The girl just laughed. "I'm Gretchen, I go to Mary's too, what grade are you in?"

"I'm a senior."

"Me too! We're the only seniors on the bus, did you know that?"

Thank you Gretchen for making me feel like such a loser.

The bus ride consisted of Gretchen asking for my entire autobiography. Was she a news reporter or something? All she got out of me was that I went to Sacramento High, which she made a snobby face at, and that I didn't leave behind any friends.

Once we got off of the bus, she didn't leave me alone. She was telling me about everyone who went to our school. I nodded along without paying attention but couldn't find the heart to be mean. I mean she's taking the time to get to know me and be my own personal tour guide.

"Amberline is a really strange name." She said suddenly.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, I'll change it when I get the chance."

She laughed and I held back the urge to roll my eyes. "I'll just call you Amber, come on Amber I'll take you to morning mass?"

"Morning mass?"

She nodded. "It's a catholic school of course."

I followed her to the chapel, it was all very beautiful and sacred looking. Pairs and pairs of eyes focused on me though, and I noticed boys filing in, which confused me since this was an all girls school. I asked Gretchen about it.

"The boys school shares certain things with us like the chapel for morning mass." Then Gretchen gasped and whispered loudly to me. "Oh there he is!"

"Who?" I asked with confusion, she was acting hysterical.

"Kyle Scheible!"

Walking in the line of boys to the priest was a boy far too handsome to be in high school, but you could clearly tell he is in fact in high school. Is he the usual ghostly pale and manic panic black haired with piercings type I go for? No, he was so much better than that. Something I thought I'd never say.

I can't believe that I can actually understand Gretchen's state of hysteria, but I do.

He has hooded, sleepy looking dark green eyes, with flecks of Hazel, I saw this as he walked by me. His lashes were poetically long and his nose pronounced beautifully. His lips were drawn in a pout that matched his careless posture of hands buried in the pockets of his khakis, which should have taken away how hot he is but it didn't.

His hair, God his hair needed the attention of my fingers combing through the dark chocolate curls. He wore it longish in a poetic way, his lean physique made him look taller, and he has the sort of neck you just know smells so good.

And because Gretchen isn't that great of a whisperer, he did look over. It was a lazy look over at first, like he was used to these whispers of him, which he probably was. But then his lazily droopy eyes popped open and bit when looking over at us. At me.

Oh no, oh God he was looking over at me? I immediately felt self conscious, what if he notices my breakouts? What if he finds my nose strange or finds me annoying looking? It's a catholic school. What if my look was too Crucible for him? Why did this guy who I don't know, opinion matter so much to me?

He looked at me, he really looked at me– Oh God, he stepped out of line to walk over straight to me. I could barely hear Gretchen's panicking, it was just me and him in this place of worship. Someone whispered how Kyle never approaches anyone.

He then stood over me, my eyes widened a bit and a hardly there smirk painted his pursed lips. His dead eyes swept over me, and in a lazy voice he asked, "Do you smoke?"

"Yes."

I don't know why I said it, I've never touched cigarettes in my life and I've only had one beer when I decided alcohol wasn't for me. But for this mystery boy, I thoughtlessly said yes.

"I mean no, I lied, I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that." I said breathlessly. Why was I out of breath?"

Kyle just…smiled at me, it looked foreign on his lips like he wasn't used to it. "What's your name?" His voice was musically calm.

I opened my mouth to answer but I was up next to bite the wafer and sip the wine. I didn't hear from Kyle for the rest of the day.

@meetmyothersouls

[moochilatv]

MOTHICA presents: Another High

Great storytell and the music video feets perfectly

“Another High” is a poignant and relatable narrative about the cycles of addiction. She shares, “When I stop one habit, I find new vices to indulge in to keep my mind busy. Some are definitely healthier than others. And I always joke that I wish I was addicted to exercising and sunshine instead of the things that are bad for me.”

MOTHICA is known for her confessional songwriting and genre-defying musical releases that blend dark pop with rock, synthwave, goth and electronica for a mesmerizing sonic fusion.

New album KISSING DEATH

KISSING DEATH is a testament to MOTHICA’s artistic evolution. The album’s release is accompanied by an official music video for the song “Another High” which will be the focus track around the release. “Another High” is a poignant and relatable narrative about the cycles of addiction. She shares, “When I stop one habit, I find new vices to indulge in to keep my mind busy. Some are definitely healthier than others. And I always joke that I wish I was addicted to exercising and sunshine instead of the things that are bad for me.”

Tour 2024:

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UK/EU

September 16th - Kavka, Antwerp, Belgium (Low Tickets)

September 18th- Melkweg, Amsterdam, Netherlands (Low Tickets)

September 19th- Reeperbahn Festival, Hamburg, Germany (Low Tickets)

September 20th- Hole44, Berlin, Germany (Low Tickets)

September 21st- Luxor, Cologne, Germany (SOLD OUT)

September 24th- Backstage, Paris, France (Low Tickets)

September 26th- The Dome, London, UK (SOLD OUT)

September 27th- Gorilla, Manchester, UK (SOLD OUT)

September 28th- King Tuts, Glasgow, UK (SOLD OUT)

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USA Tour:

October 12th- San Bernardino, CA @ Glen Helen Amphitheater MAYHEM FESTIVAL

November 4th- Crescent Ballroom, Phoenix, AZ

November 6th- Antone’s, Austin, TX

November 7th- Club Dada, Dallas, TX

November 9th- Masquerade Purgatory, Atlanta, GA (SOLD OUT)

November 11th- A&R Bar, Columbus, OH

November 13th- The Sinclair, Boston, MA

November 14th- The Foundry, Philadelphia, PA

November 15th- Songbyrd, Washington, DC (SOLD OUT)

November 17th- Gramercy Theater, New York City, NY

November 20th- Loving Touch, Detroit, MI

November 22nd- Bottom Lounge, Chicago, IL

November 23rd- Delmar Hall, St. Louis, MO

November 24th- Beer City Music Hall, Oklahoma City, OK

November 26th- Meow Wolf, Denver, CO

November 27th- Soundwell, Salt Lake City, UT

November 29th- Mission Theater, Portland, OR

November 30th- Neumos, Seattle, WA

December 3rd- Goldfield Trading Post, Sacramento, CA

December 4th- Bottom Of The Hill, San Francisco, CA

[in360p]

Deftones in Select (issue: September 2000)

“It's an irony that even the most slack-jawed, big-shorts Kid Rock disciple could grasp. Sacramento's Deftones have spent the last ten years helping to forge the frenetic rap-metal blueprint that's now the sound of every college frat-party across America. And just as they could've finally reaped the rich Nike-sponsored harvest, they've released ‘White Pony’, an avowedly artsy, goth-tinged third album that takes its inspiration from the likes of The Cure, Radiohead and, says Chino, “all that Britpop shit”. They want the kids' love, for sure, but they also want their respect in the morning.

The band are vague about what the title ‘White Pony’ signifies, but they've hinted that it's a symbol for standing proudly aloof from the pack. While the album may not be as cartoonishly visceral as their peers', it's impossible not to get sucked into their luscious MBV-esque swoon.”

source: Select Magazine Scans

[frigid666]

im in a toxic relationship with my city's goth night atp. cuz ik the music is gonna suck but i keep going anyway bc i keep hoping it'll be better this time even though it's always the same as it always was. but it's cheap and at least the dj plays something besides shitty edm covers for the first couple hours, and it's a desert out here, so it's something ! ugh maybe tonight it'll be good 🤞 idek how good i had it when i lived close to sacramento and could go to that goth club night 😔

[nugothrhythms]

"New Normal" by Sacramento, California-based gothic rock band Ashes Fallen off of 2023 album Walk Through Fire

[laurenlunacy]

Cemeteries are my wonderland 🪦🥀 #cemetery #cemeteries #cemeteryphotography #cemeterywandering #cemeterybeauty #cemeterylovers #cemeteryart #cemetery_shots #cemeterylife #cemetery_nation #cemeteriesofinstagram #tombstones #spooky #creepy #goth #gorgeous #pretty #photography #photographylovers #ca #california #northerncalifornia #bayarea #graveyard #grave #gravestone #graveyardphotography #art (at Sacramento Valley National Cemetery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoBT5FKJadH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rockinshots]

Creux Lies from Sacramento delivered a phenomenal show at Bottom of The Hill. This post-punk, party-goth band is 🔥🔥

📷 @rockinshots @creuxlies @bottomofthehillsf @freakwaverecords

[skold]

i can’t believe i’m seeing miw at a casino resort. in reno nevada. aka vegas for boomers. like. what are all the grandmas and grandpas at the buffet gonna say about all these queer ass goths around. there’s a standing GA section so there’s gonna be a pit. at a casino resort. in reno nevada. feel like i cannot stress enough how weird it is that they’re playing at a fucking casino resort in reno nevada unless you have also grown up as a bay area/sacramento kid going to reno/tahoe for vacation

[bandcampsnoop]

10/18/24.

If you didn't already know, "Strange Times" from Manchester, England's The Chameleons (UK) is one of my favorite albums. I saw the band (with original guitarist Reg Smithies) play the entire album last June at Harlow's in Sacramento.

Mark Burgess hinted at a new release when the band played "Where Are You?" during their encore. Probably due to the fact that Burgess never really stopped playing, the Chameleons still sound the same.

This is being released by Philadelphia, Pennsylvania label Metropolis Records - clearly they specialize in goth releases. I've really never thought of The Chameleons as goth.

A digital only release from Metropolis are these unearthed and unreleased tracks - "Tomorrow Remember Yesterday" - from early in The Chameleons career.

[bitter-orchid]

old chelsea wolfe live performance ♡

29.08.2008. , sacramento

[nugothrhythms]

“We Belong Nowhere” by Sacramento, California-based gothic rock band Ashes Fallen off of 2021 album A Fleeting Melody out of a Fading Dream