i would drop myself through black holes, to end up at your door.
09
The line is from Autolux's Audience No. 2.
We used to play Autolux before Lovely Killbots shows. They were one of those bands that helped set the temperature in the room before we went on stage. Dark, edgy, like “don’t fuck with me” energy, a little dangerous.
I went to a film event and the same feeling arose, like walking into a room I somehow already knew.
Old televisions stacked against black walls.
A broken-open piano.
Disco balls sitting in a bathtub.
Industrial windows.
Worn floors.
Furniture that looked like it had survived several different creative lives.
It reminded me of the old studio days on Sterling Road.
Lovely Killbots rehearsals. Indie bands everywhere. Studios inside studios. Shows and parties (especially Academy of Sciences parties !), people making things. You could wander through a building and never quite know what was happening behind the next door.
Sidenote: a little love to OBJX studio for keeping creative studio vibes alive. Old televisions. Broken pianos. Disco balls in bathtubs. Rooms that make you want to make things. ♡
There was a particular kind of creative space then. Those spaces weren't trying to look like creative spaces. Creative people were simply inhabiting them. Bands rehearsed there. People threw parties there. Somebody had some bizarre piece of furniture. Somebody was working on something upstairs. Music was playing. You ended up somewhere you hadn't planned to be.
Nothing matched.
Nothing needed to.
The spaces themselves were part of the work.
I love how some places can immediately do that so you somehow exist in both the past and present at the same time.
Open some tiny black hole between who you were and who you are.
And for a second, there you are again. In all the versions of you that once existed.
“There is no modern romance.”
The archive continues on Instagram, whenever the mood hits ♡
(usually after midnight)
