#daniel johnson

HAPPY PRIDE IN THE FOG!!!

May 28, 2022.

The opportunity to attend Sacred Bones’ 15th anniversary presented itself pretty quickly. Tickets were released for sale four weeks before the show and I grabbed them right away. I missed out on both Sacred Bones’ 10th shows because of nine months of stay-at-home recovery and now their 15th was a chance to redeem myself.

The build-up was getting heavier as the show drew closer. I had anxiety like never before waiting to attend a New York City show. The 28th came and it started on a dim, greyscale note. Long Island had a string of wet days with Saturday no exception. Rain arrived at the Central Islip station before I had with no telling when it’d stop - if it did. Halfway from my home station to Woodside did the storm subside to nothing.

By the time I transferred from the 7 line to the Q39 bus had the clouds open up to welcome in the blinding basking sun and matching sweltering humidity. The Q39 raced, whipped, and turned wide all throughout Sunnyside and ultimately Maspeth to drop me off in a dense neighborhood of hazy, white 75*F temperatures. I’m in the middle of an unfamiliar yet dense neighborhood. I walk a few blocks into a suspiciously silent area of shackled-up factories, closed warehouses, and shipping centers closed for the weekend; all by myself not knowing or worrying about any rogues waiting in the wings to start trouble. I drew closer to the new activity of open businesses, moving vehicles, and the pedestrians walking through the gauntlet to the Knockdown Center.

Nothing that I could ever imagine would conjure up a would-be dream-state that would become a magical reality.

I was in New York City (Queens) associated with preferably some of the best people in attendance. Surreal dreams I’ve always had now become a reality. The way showgoers sat outside the Knockout Center felt like I was on another college campus. People sitting on the floor silently observing Constant Smiles play as the rays peeked through during sundown. A hypnotized crowd witnessing Anika and Spellling’s mesmerizing performances. A super-colorful closing set by Black Marble, and a sit-down lecture about time - at a music festival? Whether Sacred Bones gamed it themselves or by sheer coincidence, this event had some unusual moments that made for a truly unforgettable experience.

The next day’s opening shift was in the back of my mind; more apparent as midnight approached. Regrettably, I leave the Knockdown Center a little earlier than desired and hitched a ride to Woodmere’s train home and guarantee six hours of sleep. I’m stunned. Bedazzled. My mind is processing the last five hours of what just happened. I’m organizing and interpreting the swirl of feelings, the sights, the colors, the sounds, the crowd, and the happenstance of everything that unfolded as I wait for the rail’s arrival. I take a seat facing direction to the Jamaica stop where I had only one minute to race and take the double-decker train’s upper-lever seat for the rest of the way home.

Spring is over. Summer has officially started.

Offset, The: Spectacles: “Colour”

Smile, The: “You Will…”

Aeges: “Who Are You”

Black Dresses: “Angel Hair”

Iguana Moonlight: “V”

Antonio Sanchez feat. Nine Inch Nails: “I Think We’re Past That Now”

Better Living: “Kid”

Ritualz: “Reintegration”

Feels Fine: “Washed Out Blue”

Doc Hammer: “Commanche”

Kaputt!: “Highlight!”

Grimes: “Shimigami Eyes”

Muslimgauze: “Qom” (edit)

Jade Hairpins: “Mary Magazine”

Totally Unicorn: “Filmed Before A Dead Audience”

Dead When I Found Her: “Dry Bed”

Beauty Pill: “At A Loss”

Savak: No Blues…”

Kaputt!: “Parsonage Square”

JK Flesh: “Urge”

Luca: “Undertow…”

Pink Siifu: “Wayans Brothers”

Alchemist: “Broken Bottles”

Henry Mancini: “Men’s Room Rock”

Principe Valiente: …

Smirk: “Irrelevant Man”

A Number Of Names: “Sharevari”

Daniel Johnston: “In A Lifetime”

100 Proof: Aged In Soul…

Kaputt!: “Accordion”

ghostface x goth!reader fic.

warnings: violence, gore, strong language, smut (rarely), gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationships.

please note: it's been a long ass time since I wrote fanfiction. povs may switch and there may be grammatical errors every now and then. just enjoy this story for what it is! I have not plotted this story, I'm just wingin' it. I'm trying to keep the reader gender neutral for all my non fem identifying readers!

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Chapter One.

everyone has a fear, whether they are aware of it or not... but you? you were fearless. you were one to laugh in deaths face and face life head-on. or so you thought.

you were known by everyone at school. you belonged to the group of rejects. Emos, goths, scene kids, every alt kid in the school wanted to be your friend. what was nice about it was that nobody bothered you apart from an occasional picture taken of you without your consent and a fit of giggles from the rich kids. you never let it get to you, which is what people loved about you the most. you had an admirable confidence and weren't a stereotypical goth. you were very social, there wasn't a party that you weren't seen at. in your own special way, you were one of the school heartthrobs.

the one and only thing that prevented you from truly living the ultimate highschool experience was your boyfriend, Jet. He was the complete opposite of you. a fucking jock. seriously? a jock and a goth. you can't make this shit up. you loved him to bits and pieces, but he wasn't a good boyfriend let alone a good person. everyone knew he was a prick apart from you and the other popular kids. your best friend, Danny, was especially angry at the fact you let Jet walk all over you. he hated when you'd call him crying because Jet cheated on you AGAIN and made it seem like it was your fault. you were truly worthy of so much better. to Danny, you deserved him. you deserved nothing less than the moon and stars, and he was determined to give you just that.

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"y/n, you listen to me alright. what Jet did was not your fault. it never has been. won't you just drop him already? he's cheated on you three fucking times now. he's not going to change" Danny hissed into the landline to his best friend. hoping that maybe this time that you would listen. you sobbed on the other end. after a few minutes, you stiffled a cry and began to calm down. "you're right. you're absolutely right, Danny. I'm going to do it. I promise." with that, the both of you bid your goodbyes and hung up. it was already 12am. you needed to sleep. there was school tomorrow after all.