itsthom said: Hi Carmen! 5, 21, and 38 are the numbers I'm sending.
5. What was the last thing you ate?
Pappardelle with grilled eggplant, mushrooms, zucchini and spinach in a creamy roquefort sauce!
21. Favorite Day of the Year?
Ooh… New Year’s Day!
38. Favorite flower?
Salesópolis, since 1952
Hoo boy, are you ready for this? Green for forests and meadows, yellow for wealth, white for peace and harmony, red for blood spilled in defense of democratic principles, blue for hospitality. The 26 stars on the white band represent the neighbourhoods of the city, the gold star represents the state of São Paulo, and the map of Brazil represents “feelings of Brazilianness”.
You know, sometimes simpler is better.
Been listening to new Total Control A LOT, enjoying my Sydney record purchases inc. Lenin Lennon/Naked split 7, Low Life and M.O.B records, latest Lace Curtain EP and the records I came home to like Friendsters 7.
Also the new version of Terrible Truths’ Lift Weights and the recent Rites Wild and Lucy Cliche live sets that are up on the Soundclouds.
Yesterday’s bike polo tournament was hella rad.
Self portraits by Arvida Byström and Maja Malou Lyse with art pieces by Anna crews and Aiden Morse, Hillian Mayer, Gabby Bess and Rosemary Kirton, Jennifer Chan, Christine Brache and Patricia Alvarado.
Shot in the show LIKE, curated by Arvida Byström and Maja Malou Lyse 2014.
Like show exhibited in Gallery Q in Copenhagen, Krabbesholm in Skive and Art Baby Gallery on the WWW.
"Like, u know. The word like is like, seen as something redundant, like the way female coded objects are like, u know, well, the colour pink or u wearing lipstick is seen as something unnecessary, but like, for some people it’s still like pretty enjoyable and it’s not like it’s hurting anyone else really.
And then like, the verb ‘to like’ something online is like, you know, when ur getting that ‘like’, you know what ur social value is in a money-driven society. But like at the same time it’s like based on something pretty positive and like actually some kind of support when like, u know u r liking someone’s selfie. U know, if we like think about ‘liking’ in relationship to selfie haters, well it might not be sellable to like hate on selfies but like, it’s pretty mean. But like yeah.”
Apparently whether you think I’m the beeze kneeze or a pile of human garbage depends on who I’m dating.
It has taken me 9 years of romantic relationships to realise this. Another aspect of our lives conquered, dudes.
It really pains me to start an article like this, but here goes anyway: recently I posted something on Facebook that caused a bit of a stir.
I’m gonna publish a book called tastes of Melbourne women underground. So tired of male back-patting and exclusion of anything vaguely ‘feminine’ in subculture. We get it. You think you’re all awesome and we’re all just kinda average. Unless we sound like you. Ladies of Melbourne… Let’s please reject this culture.
The torrent of comments in response was overwhelming; it got up to 650 or so. (Probably at least 100 of those were mine, though… I got excited.) I wrote that post thinking that people would have a quick eye-roll and move on. Instead, I came to realise that I was not alone in feeling this way. That many of us, up to that point, had felt we needn’t even attempt to talk about it, because it seemed that no one would listen.
Out of this realisation I’ve embarked on the task of putting together an alternative, subjective musical history. The project is called ‘LISTEN’ and it’ll be written by many and varied feminists about the music they love and the musical experiences they’ve had. It’ll be published in book form and also as a website, so that as many voices as possible can be heard. The over-arching narrative of the publication will be formed by piecing together the material we’re presented with. So it’ll be a book written out of the act of listening.
But I’m writing this article to present my subjective opinion of the book that sparked the post, which I wrote having just read James Kritzler’s Noise in My Head. However, the discussion moved very quickly away from the book itself and onto broader discussions about feminism in music.
I have too many feelings about this to really go into any detail on here but let me just say that it is strange to see characters you’ve known over a decade portrayed and torn down and held-up and propped against each other. This entire debate of sorts is fascinating but also feels like its gone on inside my head for a long while…