says Velvet Park: "To call this video EPIC is an understatement. I mean, seriously. She
uses the vid to address (and mock) those persistent rumors about her
having a schlong. She wears a PIRATE HAT and serves deadly diner fare
in Alexander McQueen heels. She does a particularly quirky impression
of Axl Rose mid-trademark-effed-up-move-busting. For eff's sake, she
plays a lesbian Greaser and makes out with a BUTCH LESBIAN PRISON DADDY
in the first two minutes!"
Why 2010 will be the year of the Riot Grrrl revival (if we want it to be)
Face it, we NEED a revival. No less than Carrie Fuckin' Brownstein herself was on her own soapbox in November (we shop at the same 'box boutique), decrying the marshmallow beard-rock that shies away from engaging in the uncomfortable or confrontational. And Pitchfork celebrates, even elevates, apolitical musicians above the rest, leaving us all to think that there's no place for politics in our scene.
I say, "Fuck that." And, while we're at it, "Fuck Pitchfork" and
"fuck co-opting of the female experience" (how many all-dude bands out
there are called Girls or Religous Girls or Women??). We need
confrontational, feminist music now more than ever, what with the
continuous assault on reproductive rights, equal rights for lgbtq
individuals and immigrants, the erosion of workers' rights, and many,
many other human rights issues. What better way to spread word and
awaken consciousness than through some catchy friggin' jams?
SOUL PONIES QUEERCORE BLOG + FLEDGLING RECORD DISTRO
Because independent record labels are dying off and are being sold to
megacorporations more and more often;
Because queer independent record labels, by their "niche" nature, are
especially susceptible to closing;
Because we often lose the work of amazing LGBTQ artists to the dollar
discount bin of the used record store when queer record labels go
under;
Because we wish to preserve the legacies of important riot grrrl and
queercore musicians for present and future generations to appreciate
their work;
Because fucking kids these days think that "gay music" is Lady fucking
Gaga and the Scissor Sisters, and because they've never heard of Erase
Errata or Limp Wrist;
For all of these reasons, we are SOUL PONIES.
[[[[[RIDE ON!!!!!!!]]]]]
at the record store I work at, I get to hang out with a lot of old dudes. old dudes who love nothing more than talking to me about Who rarities and stuff. there's a couple of weirder ones, the ones who apparently have no social skills and either a: only grunt, or b: pontificate at length; although most are totally rad nerdy men who have been loving and collecting music for decades.
I love those guys. they are great. they tell me about Beatles butcher covers and what it was like going to high school with Iggy Pop.
but the weird ones- I can't be rude, exactly, because (duh) I am working in retail. what do I do when they want to get into long rambling tirades about "music today" or girl pop stars or whatever the subject-of-the-day happens to be? I tried to fight fire with fire, answering in barely-civil monosyllables; but you know, when some old man is going to talk to you for 15 minutes, unprompted, without letting you get a word in edgewise, they probably also lack the appreciation of other subtle social cues that would clue them into my disinterest or discomfort.
so now I speak to them in their own language. dude wants to talk to me about rare Duran Duran album art? old man wants to tell me about every single Jeff Beck concert he's ever been to? GREAT. just hold on a second while I put on Crass' "PENIS ENVY." no, that's fine, keep talking- yeah, yeah, totally, Cream, Clapton, the greatest, I know.
because Eve and Joy muttering, "what the FUCK are you thinking. what the FUCK are you seeing" in the background makes any gross customer service experience more manageable.
I love those guys. they are great. they tell me about Beatles butcher covers and what it was like going to high school with Iggy Pop.
but the weird ones- I can't be rude, exactly, because (duh) I am working in retail. what do I do when they want to get into long rambling tirades about "music today" or girl pop stars or whatever the subject-of-the-day happens to be? I tried to fight fire with fire, answering in barely-civil monosyllables; but you know, when some old man is going to talk to you for 15 minutes, unprompted, without letting you get a word in edgewise, they probably also lack the appreciation of other subtle social cues that would clue them into my disinterest or discomfort.
so now I speak to them in their own language. dude wants to talk to me about rare Duran Duran album art? old man wants to tell me about every single Jeff Beck concert he's ever been to? GREAT. just hold on a second while I put on Crass' "PENIS ENVY." no, that's fine, keep talking- yeah, yeah, totally, Cream, Clapton, the greatest, I know.
because Eve and Joy muttering, "what the FUCK are you thinking. what the FUCK are you seeing" in the background makes any gross customer service experience more manageable.
a] LOVE Lindy West,
b] move over, Rock Camp for Girls, and:
c] Hey, my childhood! Thanks for SUCKING! When I was ages 9 to 19, we didn't have "activities" or "female empowerment" or "stuff to do."
b] move over, Rock Camp for Girls, and:
c] Hey, my childhood! Thanks for SUCKING! When I was ages 9 to 19, we didn't have "activities" or "female empowerment" or "stuff to do."
for months I have been totally crushed out on the stuff Elisha Lim makes, most recently this, the claymation trials of a butch-lovin-butch.
her book 100 BUTCHES comes out in April, and I am holding my breath until then.
from an old interview:
EL: Actually "100 Butches" hasn't truly been about butches, I've just been drawing who I'm attracted to. People I'm attracted to as lovers, friends or role models, are often described as butches. So I often take whoever I find sexy and try to jam them into the panels. I hope it helps stretch definitions/ lets me ramble about my crushes.
her book 100 BUTCHES comes out in April, and I am holding my breath until then.
from an old interview:
EL: Actually "100 Butches" hasn't truly been about butches, I've just been drawing who I'm attracted to. People I'm attracted to as lovers, friends or role models, are often described as butches. So I often take whoever I find sexy and try to jam them into the panels. I hope it helps stretch definitions/ lets me ramble about my crushes.
AT: Where does your fascination with butch identity come from?
EL: Ever since my first crush punched me. There was some definitely some early butch-lust there. This is a question that I hope the comic helps me answer. Maybe if I can line up 100 personal stories, at the end of the day I'll figure out why I let her punch me.
how did I forget to mention these guys months ago?! they are from San Jose. they sound like lost 90's twee that got forgotten under the covers. this is one of those videos that seems like it should be boring, because nothing much happens; but the charm of the band and the song is so great that I have to watch it all the way through each time.
Sourpatch - i want you either way from Richard Gutierrez on Vimeo.
I am writing a song every day for Lent. well, no full songs yet, because I'm really good at writing first verses and then I usually get stuck. but I am trying to make the editor in my head shut up by overwhelming it with sheer quantity of song-words; every single day for 40 days will be so many different songs, bits of songs, that I will finally overpower my own harsh self-editing instinct.
good, bad, it doesn't matter; I just want to put my head in that space of song-making every day, so I stop thinking that every single musical idea that I wring out of my skull is rare and precious and must be molded into a song, because who knows when the next decent one will come along. I want to document so many different musical thoughts that I will actually have enough to sort out the worthwhile ones from the less-so. then maybe writing a song will become something that is less torturous of a process, because I don't think that's how it's supposed to be.
also, Riley made some boob pictures for her class. I like them a lot. I would hang one of them on my wall, totally.
good, bad, it doesn't matter; I just want to put my head in that space of song-making every day, so I stop thinking that every single musical idea that I wring out of my skull is rare and precious and must be molded into a song, because who knows when the next decent one will come along. I want to document so many different musical thoughts that I will actually have enough to sort out the worthwhile ones from the less-so. then maybe writing a song will become something that is less torturous of a process, because I don't think that's how it's supposed to be.
also, Riley made some boob pictures for her class. I like them a lot. I would hang one of them on my wall, totally.
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