Jilli and Plei and Amy pretty much said what I was trying to say. I haven't been avoiding the discussion, just slam busy volunteering.
Looking forward to checking out the MCR video!
Mal ,'Safe'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Jilli and Plei and Amy pretty much said what I was trying to say. I haven't been avoiding the discussion, just slam busy volunteering.
Looking forward to checking out the MCR video!
Speaking of women in music, Kate Nash is trying to encourage more girls to rock out.
That's cool. Some friends of mine started a branch of the Girls Rock Camp last year: [link]
Need some more dark, elegant, gothy cabaret? Consider Brillig.
Tough to beat a song title like Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder.
Need some more dark, elegant, gothy cabaret? Consider Brillig.
Oooh, nifty! I will have to ask Jordn at Sepiachord if he's heard of them.
Well, Duran Duran is airing a concert tonight on their You Tube channel (10:00 e, 7:00 p) and it seems Gee Way is singin' along. [link]
Dying? ME?!?? Goodness no.
Rebecca Black's "Friday" as radical text: [link]
"Gotta make my mind up," she sings, overjoyed to finally exert some control over her fate; "Which seat can I take?"
Yet here the discerning viewer notes that something is wrong. Because it is a simple matter of fact that in this car all the good seats have already been taken. For Rebecca Black (her name here would seem to evoke Rosa Parks, a mirroring that will only gain in significance) there is no actual choice, only the illusion of choice.
Communism, Hypnotism and the Beatles
Sadly, just an image of the cover of this (I assume) fascinating book.
My sister just bought Friday from iTunes. I have created a monster.