Word: gothicisms
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...name was Salmon, like the fish: first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973." Go ahead, read it again. Almost everything that makes The Lovely Bones the breakout fiction debut of the year--the sweetness, the humor, the kicky rhythm, the deadpan suburban gothic--is right there, packed into those first two lines, under pressure and waiting to explode...
Pianos followed. By the mid-nineteenth century, pianos outnumbered houses in the South End, as four major companies manufactured more than 10,500 pianos per year in the light industrial buildings bordering the river. In this atmosphere of musical appreciation, churches began to spring up throughout the community. Old gothic sanctuaries still hide in the leafy corners of the South End, often cozily snuggling next to the schools and playgrounds they sponsor...
...Brother track sung by Dan Tyminski. "Truly, I've been singing that song for almost 60 years." In a typical Stanley Brothers song, good battles evil, loses and sometimes gets to heaven. Carter died of cancer in 1966, but Ralph still sings his version of the American Gothic. On Ralph Stanley, his first album for T Bone Burnett's DMZ Records, Ralph sings a tune called Mathie Grove, the tale of a husband who took his cheating wife and "cut off her head and kicked it against the wall." The magic is that Ralph has a voice that makes...
...filled with black corsets, sassy T shirts (notice me. your boyfriend is about to), leather pants, lace-up jeans, plaid miniskirts, even sexy lingerie--much of it with sought-after teenage labels like Paris Blues, HotKiss and Dickies. The store's lush look (New Orleans romantic fantasy meets Gothic) is unique too. Red-vinyl-upholstered benches ring the shoe area, hand-blown chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and gargoyles grace the cash-wrap...
After listening to smooth jazz tunes, venturing into Centro was a brief culture shock. With Pavarotti softly crooning in the background, Centro is reminiscent of an Italian villa. Gothic-esque lanterns and relief carvings grace the restaurant, while dim lighting renders the room cozy and romantic. On a Wednesday evening, the clientele was composed largely of professionals in their late twenties or early thirties, most of whom appeared to be having a relaxing evening out with friends. The tables were well-spaced to the point where awkward first-daters would have plenty of privacy to share a life story...