#scary diva

[bitter69uk]

“Nina Hagen is at once the most outlandish of rock clowns and the most intensely committed and flaked-out female pop visionary since Patti Smith herself.”

/ From Tim Holmes’ review of the album Nina Hagen in Ekstasy (1985) in Rolling Stone /

Released forty years ago this month (February 1985) by CBS records: Nina Hagen in Ekstasy, the berserk German punk diva’s third solo studio album. Don’t compare it to Hagen’s earlier futuristic avant-garde science fiction tour de force Nunsexmonkrock (1982) and Ekstasy is a blast on its own terms (and it’s been a perennial favourite of mine since I was a teenager). The cover depicts Hagen as a punk rock Jayne Mansfield complete with shocking fuchsia hair extensions. The music inside more than lives up to this persona (aptly described by The Village Voice’s Evelyn McDonnell as “extraterrestrial demon-child”): it’s an anything goes explosion of lurid maximalist bad taste, gleefully throwing heavy metal, punk, psychedelia (she covers “Spirit in the Sky” by Norman Greenbaum), hip hop, reggae and dance music into the mix. As ever, Hagen’s lyrics offer her crackpot ruminations on religion, spirituality, UFOs and politics (especially Russian politics). Never one for false modesty, on “Prima Nina in Ekstasy" Hagen declares, “I love myself and I know who I am / Don't you be afraid, doc / I'm the queen of punk rock …” “Universal Radio” is one of the catchiest things she ever did. Her version of “My Way” matches Sid Vicious’ rendition for ferocity. Growling “Go down on your knees and pray for peace …” on “The Lord’s Prayer”, Hagen seemingly channels Linda Blair in The Exorcist. And her repeated references to “ekstasy” perhaps hint at what she was dabbling in at the time. To be fair, CBS gave the album a major push: did they think Hagen could be their equivalent to Cyndi Lauper or Madonna? As Trouser Press’ critic concluded, “Hagen’s rampant individuality almost precludes mass comprehension, let alone full-scale popularity.”

[bitter69uk]

“The one thing I don't think I could live without would be the soundtracks to horror films,'' she said. ''I love to play them in my car as I drive down the freeway.'' Miss Galas sees no contradiction in that she is as fond of grade-B horror movies and of the heavy-metal rock of AC/DC as she is of Verdi and her vocal idol, Maria Callas.”

/ From a 1985 New York Times profile of Diamanda Galas /

Don’t let the resemblance to Morticia Addams fool you - Diamanda Galas has SOUL! The fierce Greek American avant-garde diva, pianist, performance artist and AIDS activist (who was born on 29 August 1955, turning 69 today) convincingly styles herself as an Angel of Death. Once memorably described by The New Yorker as “lounge singer in a world on fire”, she wields her remarkable bird-of-prey voice like a weapon and possesses the same kind of wraith-cheekboned, raven-haired beauty Walt Disney endowed his animated evil queen stepmothers with. Galas got her first break singing in front of insane asylum inmates, has paid tribute to Aileen Wuornos and in performance is apt to take the stage stripped to the waist and smeared in blood. Appropriately, director Francis Ford Coppola enlisted her to provide eerie shrieks and gasps for the sound effects in his 1992 version of Dracula. I haven’t seen Galas perform in years, but I vividly remember the last time: she was reinterpreting jazz standards like “All of Me” and “You Don’t Know What Love Is” in her own inimitable (blood-curdling) way, which lulled the uninitiated into a false sense of security. People were filing out in dismay all night! Keep doing what you’re doing, lady! (If you’ve never dipped a toe into Galas’ oeuvre, start with her spine-tingling interpretations of “I Put a Spell on You”, The Supremes' “My World is Empty Without You” or Johnny Cash’s “25 Minutes to Go").

[kevinvoncrastenburg]

The Ladies Of Urbzville. ✨

[faggotdads]

doodles, doodles, & more doodles

[viasdreams]

gay

chat is it gay to hold you pooks and alien’s hand ????

if so then kai and i will see you at pride !!! (ji will not be going…hes homophobic:( )

[kitschykitschykoo]

[mystardustmelodyyy]

@remotewatch HQ’s Election Countdown Day 5: {REDACTED}

Everything is going wrong. Your family’s lake cabin should be a cozy respite for you and your fiancé, but you’ve scarcely been able to sleep since arriving last month. That’s to say nothing of the frightening compulsions invading your every waking thought, or how Jack has been looking at you like you’re a complete stranger lately. As the days grow shorter and winter closes in, you can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is happening to you both.

Happy Halloween, Silly Goose Nation! 👻🎃

What’s scarier than losing your mind with your fiancé? Project 2025

[fullcollapse-mp3]

girls in the rock scene save me girls in the rock scene

[simm-mouse]

Smoochin at the new years party😘😘

Speaking of Cash Monet and Louie Bricks, they're just over this open secret of a relationship

Also, here's a doodle of Scary Mary for @simstraffikcone! She's one of my favorites too

[lunarruled]

The muses as dogs!

Kyleigh (Samoyed) -

Kyle (Pitbull) -

Charlie (Border Collie) -

Roman (Rottweiler) -

Finn (Shih Tzu) -

Jey (Chocolate Lab) -

Juelz (Staffordshire Bull Terrier) -

@allxmadxdownxhere

[bitter69uk]

“This classic camp bitchfest is a prime example of Joan Crawford doing the sort of thing she always did best. Though disguised as a soaper, it’s actually almost a horror movie, and she’s the monster. The plot structure is pure Gothic romance: a sweet young innocent (Lucy Marlow) comes to stay at a gracious Southern mansion that’s populated with a clan of snarling neurotics. Presiding over this menage is Crawford, who seems to be a perfectly charming, devoted wife and mother. In fact, however, she’s a sweetly malevolent, slyly manipulative gorgon of absolute selfishness and downright vicious vindictiveness. Her face is made up like a Kabuki mask; she looks like a dragon lady in a comic book. As for her gowns (by Jean Louis), they’re all bedecked with trains and veils and capes, as if she were a vampire …”

/ Paul Roen writing about Queen Bee (1955) in High Camp: A Gay Guide to Camp and Cult Films Volume Two by (1997) /

Yes! Get stung by the Queen Bee herself when the FREE monthly Lobotomy Room cinema club (devoted to Bad Movies for Bad People) presents this irresistible melodrama on 20 February at Fontaine’s bar in Dalston! Starring fierce-eyed diva Joan Crawford (pictured) at her most imperious! Numbers are limited, so reserve your seat via Fontaine’s website. Alternatively, phone 07718000546 or email bookings@fontaines.bar. Full sordid details HERE.

[solar-halos]

ms solar-halos, (1) i was not at all thinking u were trying to punch down on urself, i have never seen a picture of you, just making an observation about two beautiful women, (2) get druuuunnk. have fun. love ya

this gave me the giggles i share so many personal things about myself i forgot u guys haven’t seen my face. unfortunately drunk time has to come to an enddd i don’t want anyone knowing i’ve been day drinking. esp the youth :( also it’s a tuesday what the heck am i doinggg. love u too u have NO idea

[bravelifeliver]

happy one year anniversary of when i had a seizure

[theothervonkarmagirl]

🍭🍭FLAPPIN'JACK FLASH🍭🍭

A brief on Clara's beloved Pegasus. U v U

He is a showoff. When lots of people are watching, he will strut or fly around like he owns the place. He likes to sprint and jet around, and Clara swears he will look at you like, "I'm the fastest Pegasus in the world!"

When there are only a few people, or he is only around other pegasi or horses, he'll act like he isn't paid enough to listen to you. He will decide in 5 seconds if he likes you riding him or not, and if not, he will DRAMATICALLY send you flying. Naturally, the exception is Clara, with whom he has bonded.

He is too clever for his own good. Clara has to distract him when letting him out of the stable now because before, he watched her undo the lock so many times he figured it out himself and kept escaping. They had to design new locks and everything.

He loves treats and being brushed. You will brush him until he is satisfied. Otherwise, he will nudge you. He is ok with other animals, if they show proper deference! He doesn't like mice, though. They are too little and too fast. What is up with those guys? He also HATES BATHS. Bathing is a huge production.

He likes attention. Like a certain human we know, he will do things he knows he's not supposed to do, like run off with feed buckets, if he feels he is being ignored.

Clara is a princess but Flappin' Jack Flash thinks he is the king lol

[kitschykitschykoo]

Cat's eyes...

[todayisafridaynight]

NO RIGHT like I was thinking about that the other day too and Surely Jo does not have a particularly rich inner life... I love that scenario with Ichi dearly though!

But while I was going through times I'd mentioned my dreams earlier, I saw I'd once dreamt that Jo was an avid rhythm gamer lmao

I'd pay an inappropriate amount of money to watch Jo fuck it up on DDR PLEASE that sounds like Such A Dream ☠️☠️