I originally thought that Type O Negative’s new album was gay, but Dirk played “Pyretta Blaze” for me last night. I’ve changed my mind. Even my father likes that song, and he listens to Kansas and RTZ and Black Oak Arkansas and Yes and Uriah Heep and Cat Stevens (to name a few). Listen to that song…I’m not sure what the name of the album is. “World Coming Down” is my best guess.
You are the first will be my last
Will be my final words
(Said she)
Pyretta blazeQ: What is the most fucked-up thing Marie (our drummer’s live-in girlfriend) could do?
A: Get pregnant on purpose.I wish I was kidding. I pieced together the story from what Aaron and Joe’s brother, John, told me. Apparently, Marie quit taking the pill and didn’t let Joe know about it until it was too late (Like three weeks afterwards). As soon as she found out she was pregnant, she started making pronouncements. When the baby’s born, Joe isn’t allowed to come to band practice anymore, because “it’s a waste of time.” Once Joe graduates from high school (or the baby’s old enough, the stories I heard weren’t too clear on this point), Marie’s going to move back to New Mexico, and take the kid with her. Of course, she’s only six weeks along, so she has plenty of time to recant this, but I doubt she will.
Basically, she got pregnant because she has abandonment issues and she wanted a way to control Joe. She’s driving him nuts and he’s trying to put the best face on it and failing miserably. He had a screaming fit at practice on Saturday. There’s no question of whether or not she’s going to carry it to term because 1) she’s pro-life, and 2) the baby’s the vehicle with which she means to permanently cement her relationship with Joe.
So, Joe practically begged us to go to his house after practice on Saturday because she’s driving him crazy, so we went and hung out with Marie and Joe’s friend Jui. Marie, of course, was practically glowing. She’s a pretty girl anyway, and she was so obviously happy to be pregnant. I wanted to strangle her, but I just talked to her for a bit and ate some of her chocolates with pistachios and almond-cream. I also made a big production out of going outside to smoke, partly because Joe’s brother John was being especially stubborn about wanting to smoke inside.
John took me aside and told me that he’s worried about what Marie’s doing to Joe. He told me that Joe’s wrapped around her little finger, and he’s worried what will happen to him. John’s not going to be there to look out for Joe anymore, because he leaves for boot camp in two weeks. He looked oddly pleading when he told me this, which fits not at all with his rough exterior. I think he’s very afraid for Joe and he can’t talk to Joe about what’s going on, which makes him feel helpless. I’m not given the impression that John often feels helpless.
It was getting obvious that I couldn’t hang around Marie all evening without making some crack about her pregnancy (like when Aaron described the fact that sometimes you gain hair in places even as you lose hair in others, I laughingly told her that she could look forward to resembling a troll.) I resented being pushed at her with the assumption that we’d relate anyway. I don’t know anyone else who’d do something as fucked up as this to keep their man, and I certainly can’t relate to wanting a child.
If I’m honest, we only relate to each other at all when we’re drunk. She’s a girly-girl and I’m One of The Guys. She listens to Tori Amos and I can’t stand the sound of female singing voices except Melora in Rasputina. When I told her that, she said, “Eew, aren’t they like, Marilyn Manson or something?”
So I talked to John some more about abuse, honor, and the weirdest thing I’d ever done in bed. I think describing my ex’s sexual preferences blew him away. He actually appeared shocked by some of the things I told him.
We don’t have much choice except to be supportive of Joe while trying not to antagonize Marie. Even if I’m getting irritated past my boundaries by her, real fast. When we were getting ready to go, she bitched at us (the other band members) for “making him late.” I was pretty fast to point out that we hadn’t made him do anything. He wanted to stay late. As late as possible, in fact (though I didn’t mention that). One of the first things that needs to change if this whole scenario isn’t going to get ugly is that Joe needs to learn to stand up for himself instead of hiding behind us when he wants to do something.
Oh, Aaron and Dirk made up promptly on Friday afternoon while I was still at work. The whole incident has made Dirk think a little harder about moving in with Aaron, which is a good thing. I like Aaron and we get along okay, but he’s moody as hell and he’s really self-centered. I don’t have much patience for that kind of thing these days.
Dirk should be getting his car registered this week, hopefully today. That’s really the only thing worrying me right now. I mean, he has a driver’s license, but I live each day in fear that the cops are going to pull him over for something, take the car away, and put him in jail.
