mary | You only hear the music when your heart begins to break

This entry is a grab-bag of excellent things! To begin with, I have amazing arty things that a gorgeously awesome fanperson named Jessica has made. Jessica wrote to me and said 'hey, I make wee sculpture people and I want to do some Wolf House ones, k?' And I wrote back and said 'jklsajfklsajdla'. And then today these pictures were in my inbox:

Along with the photos, Jessica wrote:

I decided to go ahead and make Rose and Bette (with bonus Bikini Kill). Attached are some pictures of the completed figurines. Hope you like them!

Notes, in case you are interested:

-Deciding on the clothes is often one of the harder parts of the process for me. I eventually remembered there's a passage in the book describing a whole outfit Bette wears, so I just cheated and did that. (Page 333, in fact.) And then after I had baked the figurines (the clay hardens in the oven) I realized that on the following page it says her hair is in a bun. Oops? I kinda like how Bikini Kill turned out, though.

-Rose is in (my interpretation of) her Peter Pan costume. I was going to have her reading a comic book, then realized there was no way she would be able to see the pages while lying in that position. After some forehead-smacking, I decided that she is lying back and trying to absorb the awesome thing she just read, and/or trying not to think about how her best friend is now a bloodthirsty monster. D:

-I attempted to make them on the same scale and in similar-ish postures so that they could conceivably be hanging out, because despite the aforementioned bloodthirsty monster thing, I can't help shipping them a little.

-To give a sense of scale, there is also a picture of Rose alongside THE MOST PATRIOTIC STAMP IN THE WORLD.

And she deserves a million zillion words of gratitude and praise and love but all I can really manage is AAAAAAAAAAH because OH MY GOD SO FUCKING COOL. I am overwhelmed with glee and joy. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AAAAAAAH.

In other news: so, MyChem are playing the Big Day Out. Clearly this is a conspiracy by the universe, because I've long maintained that I have two dealbreaker/bulletproof bands which I will attend regardless of circumstances: Hole and MCR.

Hole are playing the Soundwave Festival early next year, and as already mentioned MCR are Big Day Outing.

I loathe Australian summer music festivals, especially the Big Day Out. I went to Bamboozle Left in the USA in 2008, and it was so completely different in vibe and quality of management and everything that you'd only believe me if you experienced the difference yourself. Australian summer festivals are hot and violent and nasty and gross. I haven't been to the Big Day Out in more than ten years. I don't just dislike it -- I genuinely feel repulsed at the idea of giving those organisers my money for a ticket.

But. MCR. I've been across the world multiple times for those losers, and I can't suck it up for a festival? And Hole are the band that made me into me -- I gotta go to see them, right? It'll have been thirteen years since I was last in CLove's presence. Passing that up would be tragic.

But on the other hand uuuuugh festivals ugh.

Speaking of, I went to a festival today! But it was indoors and not hot and therefore actually pretty enjoyable. I hi-fived Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley, and was newly reminded that Spencer Smith and Brendon Urie are the prettiest and most polite and friendly dudes in the whole wide world.

I didn't take anything nice to get signed (look, I'm massively depressed and barely functioning as a human right now; the bands should be grateful I remembered to wear pants, so I think I can be given a pass on forgetting to bring cd covers) so here is my ticket with scribbles on it.

Here are some more crappy phone pictures of my day!

Here are some blurry nonsense pictures of The Damned Things!

And some blurry nonsense pictures of Panic at the Disco -- Brendon took his shirt off partway through the set but I have no useful photos of that as the dude is pale enough that my phone-camera registered him as light-reflective.

They covered 'I believe in a thing called love' and part of 'Personal Jesus', and 'Let's get it on', and Brendon was hilarious and ridiculous constantly, and they did fabulous versions of heaps of songs I love. It was pretty great all around.

BREAKING NEWS: I really like live music kind of a whole lot. Ugh bands, you have my heart forever, bandom is stuck with me as a member of it for eternity I'm afraid.

And since I'm cleaning out recent pictures on my phone, here are some snaps of the costumes from Mad Men that I took the other day when I saw the exhibition at Chadstone. My focus was on Peggy's outfits because I adore her best forever and ever, with a couple of snaps of Joan's fabulous pencil-pendant thrown in as well.