the following message explains it somewhat, but gothisdead.com (gid) is
looking for submissions pertaining to anything and everything of
interest such as art, poetry, stories, interviews with artists, labels,
musicians, etc..
the owner of the site is a very cool guy and i'm sure he'd love any
contributions from members of this groups or your friends.. for those
musicians out there, i wouldn't doubt that mp3s may be welcomed in the
future.. check the site for your own feel or interpritation of what's
needed/desired..
take care.. peace..
eriol
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Just a quick note to let everyone know the site is now live...
Thanks again to everyone who had a part in making this happen. Without
you, there would be no gid.
Now remember, there will be updates to the site as I receive
submissions, so check back often. I've already got some great things
lined up, including a record label interview, interactive scripts and
games, gid merch (what goes better at a club than a gid t-shirt?), and
more...
And don't forget about our forums! I've upgraded the board to make it
ad free (finally, no more popups) as well as open for everyone to post;
no membership required.
forum: http://pub16.ezboard.com/bgothisdeadchat
So take a look at the site and see the excellent original art, articles
and poetry that helped bring goth is dead to life. If you know someone
that might be interested in our site, please forward this email on...
memento mori,
old
I don't believe I personally have anything, but maybe
someone else has something lying around. The first
chance I would have to write anything would be around
November, and I'll probably be braindead from Death
Equinox at that point in time.
Got a long list of possibilities from Larry, Mike, and
Lance to compile for programming since none of them can
go along with each other on what they want to do. ;)
--
Jasmine Sailing ^^^ Pain Fear Blood ^^^ jsai...@netonecom.net
^^^^^^^^^^^ http://cyberpsychos.netonecom.net/jsailing ^^^^^^^^^^^^
I play with fire because the shimmering flames make everything look
so beautiful around them. And these same flames inevitably lash out
to burn me, to leave me wailing in pain. Then they dance shyly away
and become beautiful once again so I blissfully resume my playing.