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Confession.
Feb. 7th, 2004 03:23 pmDanced myself silly at Abyss last night.
And as I sheepishly admitted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andricongirl last night, I think I rather like Evanescence.
Not because the music’s great. It’s not. It’s moderately acceptable pop.
But whole the Christian Goth thing has got my intrigued .
Because, at first glance, the two should be antithetical. Christianity with its ethos of fellowship and joy seems completely at odds with the emotional outcasts of goth, driven into the darkness by their dark, spooky pain.
And yet, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. We all are of us lost in the wasteland of the soul. Stereotypically, goths console themselves with sex, drugs and aesthetics. But these are worldy things, and will not satisfy a spiritual hunger.
And therein lies the appeal of Evanescence. Thier music is not the smug self-congratulations of those who claim to have found God. It’s far more honest than that. It’s the bitter yearning for salvation.
Which leads to another, stranger appeal.
Jung gave us the concepts of the animus and the anima, the archetypal image of male and female that we hold inside our individual psyches. Can I introduce the concept of the adorator, the archetypal image we hold of the fans of a particular band?
Because the adorator I have of Evanesce is of someone who is sort of goth, but not really, wrestling with amorphous spiritual achings that would seem just plain daggy to the sex-drugs-and-sneering brigade.
And regular readers will recall I feel a certain affinity for the daggy goths of the world.
(I also suspect my Evanescence adorators have posters on their bedroom walls of fairies, or unicorns, or maybe both. Maybe that’s the secret appeal. andricongirl is always teasing me about my "My Little Pony" tattoo.)
Hm. My LJ isn’t exactly talking me up as Mr Sexy Sophisticate, is it?
And as I sheepishly admitted to
andricongirl last night, I think I rather like Evanescence.Not because the music’s great. It’s not. It’s moderately acceptable pop.
But whole the Christian Goth thing has got my intrigued .
Because, at first glance, the two should be antithetical. Christianity with its ethos of fellowship and joy seems completely at odds with the emotional outcasts of goth, driven into the darkness by their dark, spooky pain.
And yet, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. We all are of us lost in the wasteland of the soul. Stereotypically, goths console themselves with sex, drugs and aesthetics. But these are worldy things, and will not satisfy a spiritual hunger.
And therein lies the appeal of Evanescence. Thier music is not the smug self-congratulations of those who claim to have found God. It’s far more honest than that. It’s the bitter yearning for salvation.
Which leads to another, stranger appeal.
Jung gave us the concepts of the animus and the anima, the archetypal image of male and female that we hold inside our individual psyches. Can I introduce the concept of the adorator, the archetypal image we hold of the fans of a particular band?
Because the adorator I have of Evanesce is of someone who is sort of goth, but not really, wrestling with amorphous spiritual achings that would seem just plain daggy to the sex-drugs-and-sneering brigade.
And regular readers will recall I feel a certain affinity for the daggy goths of the world.
(I also suspect my Evanescence adorators have posters on their bedroom walls of fairies, or unicorns, or maybe both. Maybe that’s the secret appeal. andricongirl is always teasing me about my "My Little Pony" tattoo.)
Hm. My LJ isn’t exactly talking me up as Mr Sexy Sophisticate, is it?
