_________|`\ ____,___|`\_| |___33 __, __, __, `\(____- ,_,'_, _______ #|' |' |' |' ,\__, `|' _|' |# @|___,___,____-__(____,__,'___,__,'@ (mistigris) (the first pack) (10/94)
Hats off to Eerie! Long celebrated as one of the most relentlessly creative visual talents of the underground computer artscene, he seemed to have long since moved on, never acknowledging the longago world in which for years he was its Picasso -- his engine was merely stuck on overdrive, perpetually being driven forward, onward, with no opportunity for reflection in the rapidly-receeding rear view mirror. He has only just recently given us a nod with "33RULES", the complete, collected artscene works of Eerie from April of 1994 to his last gasp in September of 1998 -- one month later than we managed to hang in there, plus the nominal hiccup for ACiD-100. It's all the glories of the artscene in a nutshell, a masterclass in a dozen different styles, and a valuable window into the endlessly creative brain of a true computer artist.
He was a key character in the foundation of Mistigris (look up top in his timeline, the first ANSI he's made this century, minted in TheDraw -- c'mon man, that big blue Pablo logo from our debut means you know better! -- where you see the brief blip we occupy at the start of his long and illustratious scene career) because he started where we started: with the NWA (Vancouver's New Wave Artists) / GRiP/AD (Quebec's Graphic Revolution in Progress - Art Division) merger known as iMPERiAL. It was not to be long for this world, but it got our feet up on the rungs. Before that particular bubble popped, he got well established with his influential-in-naming trendsetting BBS Sarcastic Toaster. Concretely he gave inspiration, advice and technical assistance to Nitnatsnoc when our first WHQ BBS, The Screaming Tomato, was being set up, possibly even before we had any plans to run an artgroup out of it.
Our continuity with iMPERiAL was disappointing, as most of the handful of its still-active former members at that early juncture lent their support behind Fab One's competing proposed artgroup, PATRiOT, later RAiD (and ultimately leading to Darkforce's Integrity.) Thanks to the connection with Nitnatsnoc he lent material support to our bid for existence not only with (as you can see above -- the FILE_ID.DIZ for our first artpack release! that's ground floor foundational contribution right there!) actual artwork (despite already holding membership in RELiC -- a dual-grouping conceit that would shortly explode with membership held simultaneously -- if briefly -- in ACiD, RELiC, SHiVER, UNiON and Katharsis ASCII) as well as, with Sarcastic Toaster serving as CHQ, a whole potted division of Quebec-area artists he brought along with him, including Zoltar, The Naughty Tycoon, Diamond Traveller and The Extremist -- that last who would carry on the role and continue representing us in the 418 code right up to our closing months with Dionyzos and Enelf Daragard.
To reiterate: Eerie was only with us for three months at the end of 1994, but echoes and effects of his brief tenure were still being felt in the final stages of Mist Classic, in August 1998 nearly four years later. In the meantime, he'd made a legend of himself. We weren't the start of the legend, but we were near the beginning. (And reflect that any of the umpteen groups in which he held membership at one point or another could likely gush for as great length as I have here about his tenure there!) Here in this post you can enjoy his brief intersection with us, and as a bonus... here, enjoy a couple of brief Misty pieces -- his spot illustration of one of my lits, and his abrasive tracked song from the "lost" Mist/Fire Radiance music disk we revived last year -- that didn't make it into his collection!
And we'll end on something particular to Mistigris that no other artgroup (you sure as heck would never have caught it in an ACiD or Integrity pack) would have allowed him to release: a "lit" of his own!
bloody mary apoplexy of a bludgeoned country emanations corrosion the last feedback is reechoing in your destroyed voice wake-ups highway's ending here i could try yea, yea, i could try to shout to puke my bile by the pores of my skin to be dismembered i could try to weep but it's impossible cuz she's sticking in my landscape cornering my brain without being able to exit her humid body the haemoglobin dropping from her mouth we won't go anywhere there's nowhere to go i want her to stay i still want to force myself to watch her at 3am i don't want to rape anymore i don't want to kill anymore but without attacking i lose my only defence sweet impaled flesh sweet impaled flesh SWEET IMPALED FLESH i'm searching you no clue on where you could be bring me back home don't die anymore i want you bring me back in your bed bring me back i don't know where don't bleed anymore don't moan anymore i love you reclothe you don't be hurt again bring me back in your arms so i can still believe i'm innocent take me so i can still believe i'm eternal amen first motion i at some places on the asphalt agenda pages, dispersed a date another one pages splashed with some blood drops countries splashed only the corpse and the scandal are missing the newspaper car left the place "we all know, you, journalists only think about SATISFYING people" money justice was undone let's attack the city let's attack those people swimming in their drains mountains splashed valleys assassinated population drowning my mother swallowing scarlet rivers start back from the source no one would dare to regret ISN'T IT? ii beautiful terror beautiful panic beautiful fright spread on the surface enough to corrupt everything and confound everything in the burst RIVER into which the population was forced to CLEANSE itself beautiful dirty river hands immersed in this incandescent liquid incardinine BUT YOU TOLD ME BUT YOU ADVISED ME BUT YOU APPROVED ME BUT YOU when the widow nowhere else iii - The bath has been filled with blood. Write this down. - "The bath has been filled with blood." - Write this down too. The woman has been drowned in this blood. - "The woman has been drown in this blood." - She is now dead. - "She is now dead." edge yes of course i'll be waiting for you get here fast i can't wait to - We certified the decease. That's it. We don't have anything else to do here. Let's go. where will you meet me with who iv memory you stab with the turpentine the creature has gushed poor frail innocence why did you manifested yourself beautiful and young so beautiful and young why no the sea is prolonging day after day already finished the story everything that happens unconsciously when the skin is naked when the soul is turned off when the conscience is dying v they were beautiful so beautiful so magic conversation recorded on magnetic tape one day they will know no yes no yes SET ME FREE a life without disappointment an existence without normality morality them girls without disappointment them girls without ignorance without naivety i tell you set me free yesb cold shower steaming bath now life can be while a moment of ecstacy while the absolute bombardment of hell hell you see real liberation from the soft cushion and the old bread from the paradise of the dungeon adjunction of liberty to the sad yesterdays that continue cant stop for an infinite deflagration of which the epicenter will be in my brain synapses will create the spark atomic garden atomic garden smell the radioactive flowers of an internal hiroshima un the steep bank the beach is empty drown yourself nobody is watching search somewhere else torn covers land of crimes buy my piece of asphalt speckled with guts a child, raped under a fire-orange sky the water the torrent rumbling faster way too fast i don't want to be the killer tonight drown yourself alone decimated i and this time at the window beheaded remorses a blood-stained body on the bed in a chapel administrative gods oracle the territory where the incestuous union will happen nothing on the terrain else than two naked bodies fucking under the heat of an eternal summer decimated ii the serial killer swimming in the innocence of his victim laying down on the mattress tied to the poles all she has is her cries the virgin is there she looks to the sky second motion northwest hallucinated amoebaes hear the stretch of the glaciers see the red disaster of the sacrificed aurora borealis of the infernal screen the one that will prevent you to think about the winter flames will reach your mouth and your tongue will decompose your cells will split up and carbonize the snow by their effervescence and i'll shit on your corpse insanities i'm coming here to take you we're going average catholic images life used to be moral normal with excellent reputation corporative parents javellized childhood full of lethargic laughs and microwaveable love no way baby the highway is just a second away my soiled hand in your sweet blond hair shut up instant departures neighbouring regions nocturnal celebrations with sulfuric acid seas of sand skidding continents cannibal torrent i'm building my non-existant soul from the wounds of my victims i lost my sight because of the vinegar i will never recover from my insanity even with the radiations even with the drugs every day every night even with the insomnias i will never leave the nightmare i went away i left the dump when i saw you weeping with an hatchet i broke the bones of my friends they shouted and they shut up, petrified i closed my eyes mist on hometown, usa grey pick-up on the nine six am come with me i'm going outta here i'm escaping to the states don't suffer for me i'll suffer for you come with me i'm the muthafucker who's awaitin you to fuck me kiss me fuck me kick me fuck me kill me to fuck me i crucified my reality i carved my acid truth i drowned my cephalic territories me, that compulsive liar i have no intention of repenting myself there's only you i can't lie to come with me i wanna get outta here exit 223 i feel like dislocated by your presence viaducts pass so fast lamp posts and lamp posts ten-wheelers and ten-weelers you don't say anything i first thought about doing as if it was okay i even tried but the only thing i did was to destroy myself more when i saw you hurling in the rearview mirror when i saw you losing the last remains of your purity my heart is lacerated your moans are scourging me your bloody wrists are confounding with the explosion of my retin was it you i was waiting for? was it you i saw, yesterday, on the guard-rail vomiting the medication inoculated the day before the face demolished under a tide of industrial alcohol emerging desesperately seeking for air radio is broadcasting its aseptised fast-mood who cares in my head the ten-wheelers are still driving faster louder and the pelting rain and the wipers and on the right the acid sea and on the left the dry fields and the pelting rain and the wipers and on the right the acid sea and on the left the dry fields and the pelting rain and the wipers and on the right the acid sea and on the left the dry fields i love you on the back seat when you are dying and your finger on the trigger who cared I COULD HAVE I WAITED FOR YOU ALL NIGHT LONG LYING ON THE SNOW WAITING FOR TOMORROW EVEN IF I KNEW TOO WELL THAT AWAKING WOULD BE HELL ALL NIGHT LONG CARS PASSED WHILE I WAS WRITING YOUR NAME I LOST ALL MY HOPE NOW MY WORDS ARE LIKE KNOCKS OF HAMMER ON A FUCKING REALITY MADE FROM DREAMS HOPES FIGHTS BEAUTIES UGLINESSES I WROTE YOUR NAME I SHOUTED IT I MASTURBATED IT ALL NIGHT LONG SNOW FLAKES ONE AFTER ONE FELL ON ME AND BURIED ME I THEN REALIZED THAT MY WORK THAT MY SHOUTS THAT MY CALLS THAT MY DESIRE THAT ALL THIS DIDN'T EMBELLISH MY BURNED BRAIN I THEN DROWNED UNDER AN INTENSE VOLLEY OF SNOW BLOODY MARY I KNOW THAT YOU WON'T COME I KNOW THAT YOU DON'T EVEN EXIST I WAITED FOR YOU ALL NIGHT LONG KNOWING THAT YOU WOULD NEVER COME I WAITED FOR YOU WITHOUT EVEN HOPING YOU ALONE ALONE ON THE ROAD DID YOU HEAR ME DIE?
