Kleerup ft. Robyn: “With Every Heartbeat”

So starting from the assumption that you love this song (which is the only jumping-off point I have, so bear with me otherwise), this video (which I hadn’t seen before) starts out “not bad” and stays that way until you ask yourself the question: “Man, how much worse would this be if she weren’t walking backwards?” And if you’re like me that question flipkicks the angle you’re coming from around like 700 degrees and you’re suddenly realizing how powerful an image what you’re seeing is, and then the song you’re hearing catches up with you, which means if you’re like me you have all these bummer up-too-late tears on your face and whatever else. Even though it all looks like Nerf Zaxxon! Keep your concepts and your fundamentals solid, I guess is the lesson.

COMING SOON: A POST WHERE I DON’T JUST EMBED A SONG THAT MADE ME CRY

Marva Whitney: Things Got To Get Better

Regarding Identity Theft

Bikini Kill: “Anti-Pleasure Dissertation”

Raw and mad and confused and indignant and self-empowered. I turned this up so loud on the train today that my head hurt and I got wet all down my face from my eyeballs. Yanked by the neck right back to high school and embarrassingly candid zines and fast car rides with the windows open and now I feel so fucking good about being myself I want to take out ad space on the train. Statement of vindication, indeed.

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Sometimes you gotta listen to this song four hundred times in a row and then lie down in the highway for awhile.

Ffffffffffffffffffffuck.

Alley-oop!
The new Bat for Lashes record lays pretty bare Natasha Khan’s lineage as a songwriter straight out of the Kate Bush mold, and not just in the sense that she probably owns a lavender leotard: This record is distinctly sensual and that sensuality is, distinctly, a woman’s. The act of recommending a record carries with it some implicit suggestion about its content — “you’ll relate to this;” “you’ll love how audacious this is;” even just “THIS RULES.” But a record like this, or Bush’s The Sensual World, uses a real specific lens to parse its own themes, and it may be that dudes who love real lush production and big audio swells are gonna stumble on the narrative eye.
I’m kinda stumbling over myself explaining this but you know what I mean. Songs of the self aren’t always universally relatable. At the least we can probably still all agree on Jeff Buckley.
oldtobegin:

just saying to someone - i am feminist as hell and all about equality especially in the arts. but there are certain kinds of lady-made music i hesitate to recommend to men.
do guys like bat for lashes? why do i hesitate to share it - and other music like it - with dudes?

Alley-oop!

The new Bat for Lashes record lays pretty bare Natasha Khan’s lineage as a songwriter straight out of the Kate Bush mold, and not just in the sense that she probably owns a lavender leotard: This record is distinctly sensual and that sensuality is, distinctly, a woman’s. The act of recommending a record carries with it some implicit suggestion about its content — “you’ll relate to this;” “you’ll love how audacious this is;” even just “THIS RULES.” But a record like this, or Bush’s The Sensual World, uses a real specific lens to parse its own themes, and it may be that dudes who love real lush production and big audio swells are gonna stumble on the narrative eye.

I’m kinda stumbling over myself explaining this but you know what I mean. Songs of the self aren’t always universally relatable. At the least we can probably still all agree on Jeff Buckley.

oldtobegin:

just saying to someone - i am feminist as hell and all about equality especially in the arts. but there are certain kinds of lady-made music i hesitate to recommend to men.

do guys like bat for lashes? why do i hesitate to share it - and other music like it - with dudes?

Redman’s MTV Cribs episode. Try to love Redman the same after this! You can’t! You will love him more. (WATCH OUT FOR THE BUTTS IN THE BEGINNING!!)