It is the sixth of November, so it would have been late Christian Death singer Rozz Williams' birthday (his sixty-second specifically at the year of my writing this, 2025, but if anyone sees this another year, it may be more). Rozz, on a personal level, was a bit of a complex figure that I have some mixed feelings about, but, artistically speaking, no one can deny his influence on the scene to this day, especially in my homeland of southern California. I visited his ashes at Hollywood Forever a few years ago and was unsurprised to see the case covered in black lipstick kisses.



















