Italian post punk, grunge singer Christine IX just released her first solo single and accompanying video, called Black Corolla. IX, who was born in Italy but speaks fluid english, is in the midst of recording her first solo album, which has yet to be given a formal title.
The music video for Black Corolla, which was written and edited by the singer and directed by Salvatore Zillion, has a very professional look, and shows different shots of IX in surreal environments, such as a gothic style room painted white with burning candles and strange, occult items and surgery equipment laid out on a table. as well as playing the bass guitar, lying on a bed with scarlet sheets, or in a strange room, also red with IX dressed in a deep crimson coloured Victorian era style dress and small top hat. Shots switch between IX playing bass guitar, singing on a bed, or writing a letter with an old fashioned quill and ink.
The song makes use of the quiet verse, loud chorus style invented by The Pixies and popularized by Nirvana in the early 90’s Seattle grunge movement. IX’s melodic voice leads off the song, along with bass and guitar. The song’s energy slowly builds until exploding into the chorus with heavy distortion and electric guitar, IX’s voice starting out sounding like Amy Lee’s, from the band Evanescence, then switching into a harsh, punk rock style scream, sounding like a mix of Brody Dalle of the Distillers and Live Through This era Courtney Love, from the ground breaking grunge band, Hole.
Though this is Christine IX’s first solo effort, she is no stranger to music or the music industry, having formerly fronted several projects including, Nahema ( 2003 – 2007) La Starlet Maudite, Danza Di Nervi, Storie D’amore Inventato, and Nobody’s Daughter.
Aside from her past projects, Christine IX is still involved in a number of other bands. She plays guitar, sings, writes lyrics and music and co produces the albums for Shotgun Babies. She also fronts Choke on Mirrors, a grungy rock band and does a project called Lectura Dantis, in which she performs with a loop station based on the words of the Italian poet and author of The Inferno, Dante Alighieri.
With all of these projects on the go, its amazing that Christine IX has enough free time for her solo career, but not only does she sing on Black Corolla, she also plays the guitar for it, as well as playing the piano, bass guitar, harmonica and even the xylophone. It seems as though there is very little that Christine IX can’t do if she puts her mind to it. The lyrics are written by her as well. They are evocatively poetic, and they are beautiful to read in either English or Italian.
Christine IX has released ten albums to date, beginning with the EP Destroy Your Beauty, by Shotgun Babies, which came out in 2008. Her most recently released album is the full length LP, Private Games, which hit the shelves in 2014. Now she has just released the single and video for Black Corolla, which you can listen to for free on her website, christineix.it or on her Soundcloud page. The music video is free to watch available on youtube, as well as on IX’s webpage.
With her musical talent, great songwriting style and poetic lyrics, coupled with her long history as front woman, first for Nobody’s Daughter, then for Shotgun Babies and Choke on Mirrors, it seems likely that Christine IX’s solo album will make a lot of waves when it is finally released. Her style combines undeniable sex appeal, a tough attitude, an Italian upbringing and alternative grungy sort of early 90’s Hole and Nirvana style songs, but a bit more modern sounding and more melodic but with just as much hard rock and roll bite. It seems certain that Black Corolla, and Christine IX’s first solo album, and eleventh as a musician, will attract a great deal of attention when it is finally released.
The link between HIV and homosexuality was thoroughly disproven in the ‘90s yet CBS will not let any man who has had sexual intercourse with another man within 1 year donate blood. HIV doesn’t leave the blood after one year and affects men women and children of any age or sexual orientation.
Would you rather die than get blood from a homosexual donor? CBS has taken that choice from you. There is no shortage of donors or blood, in fact CBS turns them away on a daily basis on unscientific and clearly homophobic grounds. There is more than enough blood to save everyone that needs it but CBS sticks to outdated and discriminatory policies. If anyone you know has died of blood loss its because CBS is vetoing over 5% of the population who could potentially donate. This homophobic and unscientific process has led to the deaths of thousands of innocent people in the guise of public safety. We need policy change NOW.
Enough lies about blood shortages when you won’t accept healthy donors. They would rather let people die and continue their pseudoscientific anti-gay policies. Test the blood. If it contains blood borne diseases then veto it. If not then it should go to save lives and those responsible for this policy should be fired and have their licenses to practice medicine revoked.
This is a follow up to an article I wrote while still in college seven years ago. CBS employees I spoke to promised change “in the near future.” There have been no policy changes in nearly a decade. This amounts to little more than judicial murder backed by doctors who seem to either be unable to understand how blood borne viruses work or have personal issues with gay people. In either situation they need to be replaced by doctors who are able to do their jobs without prejudice, which CBS has proven they cannot.
In the past if an individual wanted to issue propaganda the best they could usually do was a stack of mis-printed flyers that ended up in the mud or clogging up the storm drains.
Now with social media everyone has their own little propaganda platforms. We use them less and less for socializing and more for creating images. Unrealistic self-aggrandizing and censored propaganda. As a result there are two selves – the true self, and the projected self, or constructed self.
People like Goebbels, Stalin’s Pravda, Mussolini and Kim Il Sung were pioneers of the genre. Back then it required the resources of a nation state to be able to so carefully craft the image of the self that the true self desired. Stalin, for example, loved to doctor photos. He stood about 5′4 but Soviet propaganda photos depict him as much taller. Similarly photos were doctored to show him sitting next to Lenin and smiling when in fact there were many people sitting between them. Most famously was the complete removal of Nikolai Yezhov from all official photographs. Yezhov was the former head of NKVD and Stalin’s personal hatchet man until he fell out of favour with Stalin. Just like his successor and predecessor Yezhov was executed in the NKVD headquarters basement.
Essentially Stalin used doctoring of images, and the communist mouthpiece paper, the Pravda to make himself appear closer to Lenin, to erase any photos suggesting that Yezhov and Stalin had ever even met.
So what the hell does this have to do with social media in 2017? Now everyone has access to that technology and more control over their own image than Kim Jong Il (inventor of the hamburger and author of 5,000 books during college according to DPRK sources) could have dreamed. High school kids can doctor photos, blogs serve as personal Pravda’s, our own little propaganda papers. Even without realizing we use social media to present the image of our ideal selves, rather than our true selves. We can construct our own realities. Simply block viewpoints we don’t agree with. Delete embarrassing photos, take back statements and expressions than no longer align with your views with a couple of clicks. Leave no trace. Change your name, remake your body, tell everyone you’re on vacation in France. They’ll believe it, why wouldn’t they?
Technology is not inherently good or bad, if and how you make use of it is whats important. Are we becoming our own Stalin’s and Kim Il Sungs? How much of this is really us and how much of it is just how we want to appear to the outside world.
–Jack Blare, April 12, 2017
Back when I first kicked junk, in 2010 nobody knew what hydromorphone or fentanyl even were. People would just look at me confused. “Its like morphine but stronger.” I’d tell them. Back then I was almost exclusively snorting hydromorphone (I had a good source). Most everyone else was into oxy back then. They introduced Oxy Neo as an abuse-proof replacement for oxycontin tabs. While there are ways to prepare Oxy Neo for injection they are quite complicated and take a long time. Some, especially the First Nations worried that entire communities would go into withdrawal at once.
Cops want to stop junkies but junkies want to shoot up more. They have no limits, don’t give a fuck about safety and were dead set on getting their fix. Then came the old standard to save the day-heroin. It was and is cheaper than pills. The doctors stopped prescribing oxy due to the stigma around the name it and needed a replacement other than morphine. They found this in Dilaudid, or hydromorphone, a drug 5 times the potency of heroin, or fentanyl patches which is 100 times the strength.
Now its 2017 and people are dropping like flies. I always preferred hydromorphone because unlike H which is just a powder, hydromorphone came in little balls that were supposedly abuse proof. 30 seconds with a mortar and pestle beg to differ, however the point is that these little balls are near-impossible to tamper with or replicate without a lab. Lacing them with fentanyl would be more trouble than it was worth. Not so for powdered heroin or easily pressed oxycodone tablets. They started showing up in overdose deaths all over North America. Fentanyl is cheaper to produce than heroin, easier to smuggle and can be made in a laboratory.
By the time I stopped shooting up fentanyl had all but replaced heroin in some places. It was even popping up in cocaine, a stimulant. Even worse were the reports of carfentanil being used as a cut, a thousand times stronger than morphine it was never used by humans until recently. Prior to that it was used for tranquilizing elephants. Shortly before stopping I was sold fentanyl-laced fake oxycontin as well as straight fentanyl. Even snorting a bit of it put me on the nod and I was seeing triple. Lucky for me I didn’t OD and voluntarily signed up for a suboxone program. I didn’t want to go down with the ship.
This isn’t about morals or strength of character-anyone can be an addict. I go to the clinic and see people older, younger, in suits and in construction boots, new mothers with babies. All levels of society, every race. Addiction affects us all. Now more than ever it is clear that we need to treat this epidemic as the health crisis it is, and stop placing blame on addicts. There should be more funding for education and expansion of clinics specializing in addiction treatment and a much expanded needle exchange system. People need to be aware of the other options available to them, such as methadone or suboxone, and a heroin maintenance program should be established as well as safe injection zones. These are proven methods and not only will they reduce ODs but they’ll lower the amount of blood borne diseases such as HIV or Hepatitis C.
Finally and most importantly opioid addicts, as well as their friends and family should always carry or have easy access to Naloxone. A single dose of naloxone will completely reverse an opioid overdose, even fentanyl. You can get kits at your local pharmacy at no cost so there really isn’t any reason not to have it around.
–Jack Blare, 2017
Every time I think I have finally found a decent balance of medication one of my doctors has to fuck it up. Now I get to choose whether to withdraw from klonopin, which I’ve been taking as a prescription for four years, stopping suboxone and going through an opioid withdrawal or go back to shooting coke, dilaudid and fentanyl.With my anxiety at a peak, this being the year my dad died, my genius doctor is taking me off the medication that stops me from obsessively slicing holes in my body during panic attacks. I guess i could go on enough methadone to be too out of it to feel anxious. Really not caring much. Every time I try to do things the “right” way it somehow gets fucked up. Now the cravings have returned and all I want is double shot of hydro right in my mainline. I don’t trust anyone at all. 240 pages into my novel and I just stopped caring. I’ll write more when I get some speed. I’m so irritated at this point I would do practically anything. The only thing stopping me from going back to my poly-substance trash can ways is that B. is visiting. She’s the only person who’s opinion actually matters to me. If things go well maybe it will break this fog of misery. If not I’ll go west. I have places to stay and enough connections not to have to worry about anxiety or withdrawal. What most non users don’t understand is that we know its fucking awful for us, we know that a bad shot can kill, we’ve had cotton fever and we don’t care. When you live that sort of lifestyle its not a matter of if you die, so much as how and when. Everyone accepts it except the ones so tweaked they think they’ll live forever. The truth is that by the time you’re sticking needles in your flesh looking for a working vein and spending all your cash on your habit you don’t give a shit if the next shot puts you down. There is only the present and the present is junk. Some, like me, get out before that last one but every day more people drop like flies and nobody really cares. Whats another dead junky to this world?
Take a walk on the wild side
Mom caught you
Naked with the neighbour boy
They locked you up
To shock the queer out of you
They killed their son
Wiped your memory clean
Filled it up with new, wholesome trauma.
Hopped a bus to New York City.
Turned tricks for a university tuition
A writer with an electric guitar
And a welsh viola player
In a lower east side bar.
They started a rock and roll band
Worked all day in factory
For your visionary artist-boss
And heroin on film
to capture the artist essence
of capitalist america.
You told your boss to fuck off.
You told the band to fuck off.
You roamed the streets of New York
A scavenger, a real rock and roll animal
with black sunglasses and anything goes.
You shook the stage with the Starman.
You butchered your guitar
It sounded beautiful..
You became noise
Immortality in the locked groove of a record.
–Jack Blare, 2016