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I always have as well.
When I lived briefly in Dallas during the summer of '89 there were lots of industrial bands and I knew some people who first really exposed me to a lot of the music and how they make the music. Most of them were pretty screwed-up individuals, but then again, it was Dallas.
Then, years later in Athens, I knew this street person who called himself "Shade" and industrial was his music-of-choice. I met him at a restaurant job, but for years, I still talked to him if I saw him downtown. He was a skilled draughtsman and illustrator, and I tried to open him up to modern fine art, but he liked himself the way he was.
I particularly remember one disturbing picture this guy did. In the drawing, this guy was masturbating to a picture of his ex-girlfriend & his other hand held a loaded gun in his mouth.
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