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(there's an audio recording of myself reading this post on my substack)
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Meaningful days are built around concerts.
Do you remember when you used to feel alive?
When you were young and excited about seeing your favorite band play live.
Excited about all the predictable/unpredictable possibilities that might come your way.
Venturing to the city, or perhaps an urban part of the city, and doing something meaningful that alternative grown-ups probably get to do every day.
You could find some inconvenience meaningful because you knew you had a purpose for enduring it: seeing your favorite band live.
Waiting in line but finding it meaningful because you were surrounded by other people who liked the same band as you.
Being convinced that an opener was meaningful/actually a good band—like you felt you should invest in them because they might replace the headlining band one day.
Standing in the front at the concert.
Taking tons of pics.
Taking a video of the most meaningful song so that people on the internet can appreciate your experience.
Meeting members of the bands and thinking, Wow. They are so lovely and humble. They are cool, just friendly people. We would get along if we knew one another in real life.
Walking away from the concert sweaty and satisfied, like you had sex and came.
Having the unique opportunity to buy authentic band merch so that the show would last forever in the form of a physical product.
Wish I could be young again and connect with a network of hopeful, like-minded people in a live setting.
Maybe everyone goes through a meaningful-core phase from age 13-18, and one band will always captivate this audience, no matter who makes the era's best cheesy, meaningful, emotional, hopeful music.
Some people had Death Cab for Cutie/The Postal Service/Ben Gibbard projects.
Others had Panic! at the Disco or My Chemical Romance.
Maybe some had The Cranberries or Goo Goo Dolls.
Or Sunny Day Real Estate and Cursive.
Meaningful-core has so many different manifestations.
I want to be young again and feel like my whole life is ahead of me.
I want to go to a concert and get the feeling that everyone in the crowd will fulfill their dreams.
I want to feel like the concert I attended was the most meaningful show of the entire tour and possibly one of the greatest live performances in the history of the world.
I'm going to write about a zine now...
I don't know what people do when they're alone.
Many nights, I look at the books or zines I've read a hundred times and flip through a few pages.
I like books and zines; I can open any page and read with the same enjoyment as if I were reading them from the beginning.
I don't know what I'm typing about, really, though.
Last night, I lay in bed and opened Welp Fest.
It's an annual inter-sphere music festival that was undoubtedly better in previous years.
It's got:
A d6 table of reasons why the party is at the fest.
A list of all the bands playing (with stats).
Merch tables.
You could learn a new spell if you buy a Welp Fest headband.
Encounters.
A timeline to help run the adventure.
This zine was a submission to the Troika City Jam I ran two summers ago on Itch.
My friend [redacted] also had the idea of releasing a zine about a music fest, but when they saw that Welp Fest was submitted, they threw in the towel because they were unaware of the sheer number of music festivals that exist in the universe.
I read Welp Fest on a bus, and the ride went fast and wasn't uncomfortable. It was like I drank a lot of coffee, but I just read a zine. I like Welp Fest a lot.
What was your favorite band of your meaningful-core era?
Does anyone know what concerts are still worth seeing?
What was your favorite part about attending concerts when you were a formative alt?
The last concert I attended was 100 Gecs, with Alice Gas and Underscores.
I remember seeing two guys wearing jean jackets with the same back patch.
It was, like, the Grim Reaper on a horse.
The patch was probably called Death.
They probably unknowingly bought it from the same Etsy shop.
I thought it was funny.
I bought two tickets for the concert months ago because it happened two days after my birthday.
The concert was also two months after my ex and I broke up.
I took my friend Diego with me.
He was the only one of my friends who actually liked 100 gecs.
I remember waiting in line to get into the concert. In front of us was a girl wearing Tripp pants with chains.
I usually wear a chain wallet, but I know better than to wear a chain to a concert.
A cop pulled her aside and said she couldn't get in unless she removed all the chains.
She tried to fight back, but the cop said, "There's a trash can. You can get in if you take them back to your car or throw them away."
It was a great concert.
I saw my ex there with a guy I thought resembled a possum.
Not in a spiteful way.
Some people's faces resemble animals.
(You're probably thinking of someone you know who resembles an animal.)
I'm unsure what animal I resemble.
(If you think my face resembles an animal, comment and let me know.)
I remember waiting in line so Diego could buy Red Bull vodka. My ex stood next to us and made out with the possum man.
The possum man said, "Ey, hassa goin." He pulled out a crackpipe and smoked, rotating the pipe and watching with his eyes crossed.
Diego folded one arm beneath the other, rubbed his chin with the other hand, and shook his head side to side, saying, "Here we go again!"
"Dahhhh," the possum man said, knelt by my ex, and looked her in the eyes. "This my baby, I love my baby. I'd do anything for you. You're my heart. I'd go to the gates of hell for you — go inside and close the gates to keep you out. I'd fight the Cerberus."
"Luff you more," she said.
He held up the crackpipe in his tiny paws.
It made my neck itch, and I felt pissed.
“I know I know. I’s just playin, man. Settle down, hah. I’m a fung bum, man. My place smells like dookie and piss for fuck sake. Don’t lissna me.”
You bastard-ass motherfucker, I thought. I almost dropped him, in my mind I jumped back into fighting position and said, “Shing-shing”—but I laughed, took a pull off my 40, and said goodbye.
Thank you for your time.
Dr. Smogg is a rich bitch industrialist who made his fortune in heavy manufacturing. Still, his methods are wasteful and produce many toxic by-products, which he disposes of in environmentally irresponsible ways. His next scheme is to pump massive amounts of toxic smog into the atmosphere from the smokestacks of his factory. Once airborne, the pollution will condense into solid waste particles and rain down upon the unsuspecting countryside.
Fortunately, Professor Rusty Sauernoggin is on the case! Rusty Sauernoggin has dedicated his life to finding ways to transform toxic waste into good and useful products. One blast from his rooftop "Smog-o-matic" ray gun and the cloud will rain down delicious sour candy balls... an outcome Dr. Smogg is less than pleased about!
in an attempt to declutter my ttrgp space at home i've decided to burn some old campaign books and transcribe some bits i may reuse.
the following is from a small thousand thousand islands campaign. i'd link to their zines online but i'm pretty sure everything has been removed by the creators.
The zines require a lot of preparation to run smoothly so here's some shit I prepped for the sessions I ran.
Late Feather Scale Village NPCs:
1. Wet Beak (Snipe, Bird-folk) - red tattoos, avoids moonlight because it makes their feathers glow with cult like runes, they are here to establish bleaching hexes, they're a saboteur of the "Ingido God"
2. Paw Dew - dancer (Man-folk) - missing a hand, harassed by a trio
3. Twelve Roaring Tooth - artist (Monitor-folk) - toothless
4. Ear Wall (she/her) - girlfriend ran off with the drummer Paw (Man-Folk)
5. Rum What - clammer (Man-folk) - covered in suck marks (like from octopus tentacles I guess, "suck marks" is straight from the zine), bleeding, wants revenge (this part was from the zine too, I guess they want revenge for the octopus sucking on them).
I started to write number 6 on the table here but then thought "i don't really care about any of this" and now I'm going outback to burn some notebooks.

tracking by antenna decay (released February 21, 2024)
Is there a constant beeping in the background, or is it tinnitus? I take my left air pod out, and the beeping stops, but now track two is playing, and I still hear the beeping. I checked my surroundings and removed the air pod again, and I realized it was the album’s heart monitor.
The first two songs are piano and nice and short, but track 3, “found,” is where the album begins to shine. It sounds like a slowed-down oldie with a full band (strings, winds, drums, etc).
Track 4, “slow,” has big Weather Channel vibes (a staple of the genre) with its piano tones, electric guitar riffs, and jazz flute! It also begins what I’m going to call The Trilogy, which, if you put all the single-word song titles together, makes “Slow Days Fading.” The album is also tagged as “Sentimental Transmission.” I recommend that fans of the soft rock bands Chicago and Bread start here, as well as anyone limited to time. The album sounds like a tragic love affair, good times and bad. It felt like the pace of the beeping varied at times.
Track 7, “worn,” is a melody I know from somewhere, and research is still ongoing.
Track 8, “gone,” I recommend to fans of dunegon synth and cottagecore.
The whole time, I was waiting for the beeping to cease or remain in the steady drone of death you see in the movies, but it never came. Which is fine; you live another day.
The album description is like the gray text box from an adventure:
viewing the memories of a soon-to-be-gone tape.
---
you walk into the attic.
the dust dances in the air around you.
there it sits, in the exact spot where you once stood, sun-bleached.
you feel a sense of familiarity.
you walk into your bedroom.
the smell of your past greets you.
there it lies, as if it were waiting for you, wishing for your return.
you choose to face yourself.
you walk into the living room.
the carpet feels softer than usual.
there it lies, gone in a moment, never to be seen again.
you watch as it all passes.
Many artists will write some micro-fiction, or poetry.
***
I’ve battling a bit of scope creep with finishing the next draft of my submission to the Liminal Horror Twisted Classics Jam.
I drew this after writing, “Her Bible is white, and she holds it in both hands, like a big sandwich.” When I need a break from the writing and frustrations and it's too hot to skateboard, I’ll draw the writing.
Warning: reading this post may result in spending money on cassettes, vinyl, CDs, and MINIDISCS.
“Signalwave” and “Broken Transmission” are subgenres of “Slushwave,” which has been one of the best musical discoveries I’ve made this year.
They’re the soundtrack to decay.
I think of them as concept albums portraying memories of good days long gone.
It’s what Liches listen to when playing Second Life online to feel human again.
These artists have their entire catalogs hugely discounted on Bandcamp.
On the other hand, the Liminal Horror Twisted Classics Jam has begun.
So what’s so great about “Signalwave?”
Look at CT57’s discography.
Their album art is a ready-to-go d10 table you can insert into whatever “Twisted Classic” you’re working on. You even got an NPC in the top right corner.
All of their albums are amazing.
My favorite release is “Distant Sounds of Desolation.” Released March 22, 2024, It sounds like what I picture corpse dance lessons to be. May the track list be your spark table. You can purchase any of their albums for $1 or their entire discography for $6.
The songs aren't too short but aren't too long, and the pace is great. The tracks blend smoothly into each other to give you enough time to "meditate." I like that there are no commercial ads. The melodic vocals in "Weeping Willow" are haunting. I feel like this album has a lot of up-and-down movement, like the lovely pipes in "Memories of Good Days Long Gone." Maybe it's not even pipes; it's got chimes or wood blocks.
Let’s look at another release from this year. Dead Hues by Localdecay. Released April 3, 2024, are you starting to see a pattern of the genre yet?
The first song is a fucking banger. It just rips you right into the rhythm. Pulsating piano with saxophone and fucking railroading drums. Just all drenched with reverb. You could work out to this one. Then it ends with a raven-sounding synth that caws, and I fall into the track "Analog Decay." I feel like this is what it sounds like to be in a hot spring in Iceland. With the mud. If you see foggy power lines on a cover, it's a banger.
街灯 by ビリヤード場 (Street light by Billiard Hall) Released February 2, 2024, this one is great because not only does it introduce UFOs (or whatever the government refers to them as now) to our countdown, but we finally get some vocals sampled. Sampling is mostly all “Signalwave” is.
The track titles are listed in Japanese, so I’d like to translate them here to use as a spark table after you purchase their album.
i'm still wearing the shirt you gave me
a midnight walk in the middle of nowhere
the streetlights shine a subtle blue
don't look at me
i shouldn’t
bird
starlight / city of light bulbs
it’s getting late…
I recommend viewing your “Twisted Classic” through multiple lenses, like a copy of All Dogs Go to Heaven on VHS. However, the VCR is connected to a projector, and there’s no screen. It’s playing on a garage door, being filmed by a Sony Nex 6 camera that’s had its sensor converted to infrared and streaming to the internet.
Next week, we’ll sink our brain fangs deeper into “Signalwave” and “Liminal Horror.” I promise to challenge your tastes.
Until Next Time, Consider the following inspiration:
Outlaw Comics:
Battalion: The Return of the Living Dead, or more recently, Junji Ito’s adaption of the Lighthouse, among many other “Twisted Classics.” Battalion is a bootleg manga released in a Japanese magazine at the time of the American Film’s Japan release. This blog takes a deep dive into it. Manga has filled my summer reading.
Vacuum Decay. All five issues of this horror comic by various artists are free to read online or can be purchased via their website. It’s worth reading each issue for the overarching “Twisted Classic” take on The Simpsons, “Shadows Over Springfield,” which is also available to purchase standalone.
Literature:
The Sword-wielding Statue of Liberty in Franz Kafka’s novel Amerika. Kafka never visited America, but he saw many pictures and wrote his own twisted version. The ebook is free to read, and it’s hilarious.
I recommend reading high.
The attention span is shrunken, but the focus is heightened and very intense.
For me, the reading experience becomes more vertical.
In this case, I like to read books of a certain depth.
You want to avoid reading something you've seen before because you're absorbing things more sentence by sentence. It will be a smooth ride down if you do, and it will lead to no exciting experience.
You want an experience where there are a lot of hand and foot holes, but some of them are jagged, some will cut you up, and some will require you to leap from one spot to another over the chasm, and you have to trust it, but you may also die.
Codex R is among The Top 5 OSR Zines to Read When You're High as Balls.
When I first read this zine, it was hard to position myself because I was utterly mystified.
Its page on Itch.io describes it as:
"A kaleidoscopic excursion in space-time, cataloging headless farmers, party deities, apocalyptic critters, bad hair days and totalitarian practices."
It doesn't take many pages to excite and activate some unused neural pathways in the brain when reading Codex R.
It's a catalog of an entire culture in an alternate reality. It has 46 objects or beasts (I consider this zine a bestiary), each with its own full-color illustration that invites you to understand them. They pull you in and lead you around with their descriptions, like a tour guide (sometimes it's like encyclopedia entries). The people, the objects, the places, but still familiar enough.
I think it's intended to be used as an "in-game" artifact.
Codex R is an endless source of fascination. Definitely buy yourself a copy and check out what else the creators have made: here and here.
im a fucking thrill mimic btw