Interview: My Ruin
interview by richard ellis
Walking into the Whisky the first thing I notice is not the stage where a band who is not My Ruin teaches a lesson in metal mediocrity, but the merchandise booth to my immediate left. Here red wax candles burn, casting a warm glowing, warming glow over the myriad of goods, many of them hand-made, bearing the My Ruin name.
I peruse the merchandise. I buy the brand new EP on Century Media Records, “The Shape of Things to Come…” I wait. I drink six-dollar whiskeys on ice. I wait. I peek at the opening bands from behind a sea of sweaty black-haired heads. I watch three bald, muscle bound men in the pit attack each other like fighting cocks. I want to get away from them. Their menacing violence intimidates me and I head upstairs. I watch the men dressed all in black. I drink six-dollar whiskeys. I watch the women dressed all in black, but mostly I wait; wait for My Ruin. Wait and drink. It’s always painful to wait fo