Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 09 – Video Curation – Michael Hurley: Werewolf (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

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Today, I present you with the first non-Japanese video in this collection. Why? Because I first came across Hurley’s work shortly after moving to Japan. I can’t remember how I stumbled into his brilliance, but he’s left me forever lit and scarred. Literally, my face is covered in Hurley-shaped scars that shine in the dark.

And this song, “Werewolf,” this is the one that I kept on repeat. This was the mantra as I drove through the industrialized countryside of Ibaraki. This was my Friday night with friends. And this was horror. What is this song? Gothic folk? Doom folk? Horror folk? I’m not sure, but whatever it is, Hurley’s been there and lived to tell the tale. Thank God for that. We can tell by his voice, how it warbles, cuts a path beyond the grave. It makes me want to be there. Or keep my distance.

In the days when I first heard this song, I’d been making music, too, but it wasn’t like this music. I made hardcore noise in the confines of my small apartment. My neighbor, I’d come to find out, used to be able to hear me screeching through the walls. I don’t think he knew what I was doing in there (earphones strapped to my head, microphone glued to my mouth), probably thought I was crazy. But months later, I played my first show at Nishi-Ogikubo, and he was there. He was insanely supportive of what I was doing and we went on to become close friends. When I introduced him to this song by Hurley, he got it. He immediately understood the magic of this piece. Maybe it’s all those nights spent philosophizing and conversing after work (usually to the sounds of this or that mix CD) that I came to deeply admire this particular track. Or maybe it’s the friendship that developed, because of this song. Something about it has stuck in me and I’ve stuck in it.

And today, I present it to you.

For your slow enjoyment.

For the idea that the countries we inhabit take on meanings that are not always under our control. Or, that the meaning of a place shifts and mutates with the media we feed ourselves with while there. I don’t know if there is truth to these two statements, but it sure feels like it and I’m all about the felt experience.

Time to howl, friends.

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