Goth Mark from the mailroom was at my desk constantly after he gave me his band’s CD, Mark and The Stigmatas.
“Have you listened to it yet?” Day in. Day out.
So I broke down and listened to it.
Mark sings in Goth falsetto. His band sounds like a wind up toy. His lyrics are mostly about blood, the bible, and boobs. Mainly boobs.
The next time I saw him, he asked “Have you listened to it yet?”
I said yes. I said it was interesting. I said it was great that they could play all those instruments at the same time. I said a lot of thing that didn’t make sense.
He looked skeptical. Did I have a favourite track?
I said “…All of them.”
He raised a pierced eyebrow and pursed his lips. I’m not sure if that’s Goth for “You’ve hurt my feelings” but I think it is.
After that, he stopped dropping by my desk to talk about his band. He stopped talking altogether. Just pushed his cart around in silence. He looked like a wounded Goth puppy.
So down to the mailroom I went.
He seemed surprised to see me. They all did. Apparently no one ever goes there.
I made some excuse about wanting to pick up my mail and then said “I was listening to your CD again last night. Your band had a lot of potential. It’s too bad you broke up.”
He actually smiled. Then he told me they were back together. And have never sounded better. Apparently they now have a “Surf Goth” sound.
Turns out I’m going to see them this Friday.