Alternative music video for “Grown Woman” (x)
my favorite, wish it had made it to the album. both vids are SO EXCELLENT.
Sky Ferreira - Love in Stereo
A good (anti)-Valentine’s Day song.
Witnesses say they asked Britney why she shaved her head and her response was, “I’m tired of plugging things into it. I’m tired of people touching me.”
T-Pain: “That was the most beautiful thing in the world. Do you know why she was shaving her head? Because it was so important to other people. She is like, “Listen. Don’t touch my hair anymore. Stop touching my hair.” People were like, “We’ve got to make your hair before you go outside. You can’t leave.” She went … “Now I don’t have hair. What you going to do?”
Our Diva Britney Jean Spears
Fiona Apple in the Nov ‘97 issue of Spin magazine
Our Diva Fiona Apple
tw: sexual harassment
I’ve been trying to ignore the inevitable “285 is closing RIP DIY” / “285 is closing, good riddance because they sold out” posts because honestly brooklyn wants to believe itself to be important but we’re not, it’s fine, the internet, etc. But oh geeze, this farewell piece talking about that place like it was a family, like it was some warm environment, like these are universally true statements, excuse me but that is the place where some white dude and his friends kept grabbing my ass and ignoring my death glares each time I turned around, where they avoided my gaze so I could never quite tell who knew who or who did what, where I rehearsed “FUCK YOU I WILL FUCK YOU UP SO BADLY TRY IT TRY IT AGAIN THEY WILL HAVE TO DRAG ME OUT OF HERE I DARE YOU” speeches until my friend came back from the bathroom and the dudes let up because another man was around to monitor them or some garbage (not to mention a place where I never felt comfortable using the bathroom because what was the deal, were the doors half glass? never bothered to find out, did not feel safe to me), where I regularly kept my hands on my hips because that puts elbows at the exact angle needed to maintain space/jab people who get too close. Of course I am sorry to see a DIY-ish space go, I know a lot of people worked hard and cared about it a lot. But at the same time let’s not glorify this particular space which was so dominated by men and the privileges that a DIY scene can amplify.
“When I go to a show at an independent club or bar, I want to be at least a little afraid of being donkey-kicked in the face by a crowd surfer, blinded by flying whiskey flung into the crowd by a surly performer, or abandoned for eons with some band’s T-shirts and CDs after agreeing to watch the merch table while its rightful guardian uses the bathroom.”
Some people (like the woman in the OP) def want that kind of environment, but even reading about it seems so cliche, so boring to me. I have definitely felt adrenaline or endorphins or some sense of freedom while in a pit. I get it. But so many of those details feel like they’re relics, symbols of what punk is supposed to be according to archival footage seen on MTV. If we’re going to reminisce, first I wanna say fuck riot grrrl’s white cis girls only attitude, then I wanna ask: can’t we at least hold on to the idea that a woman should be able to be in the front without having her ass grabbed, a person should be able to go to a show without being donkey kicked, without having someone throw a drink in their face? That certain kinds of violence are alienating and frankly often more about someone being able to instagram it or talk about the bruises later? Don’t sober kids get to be in on the fun? It seems that so much is about cred instead of experience, who you know instead of music. How fucked up you got (without actually experiencing long-term harm of course). The scene.
The most attractive parts of DIY/punk for me are the parts where people try to look out for one another, not the parts where we enact some kind of “anarchy means being an asshole without question” mentality. Clearly this scene was not the scene for me and some other women had ok experiences there, and I guess I want them to be able to look at those experiences rosily, but it is sure frustrating to hear this glorious eulogy of a place so full of camaraderie when that camaraderie did little when it really came down to keeping many of us safe, that camaraderie was built from the privileged position of being able to step in and out of violent situations for fun, that camaraderie heavily excluded so many people.
285 is gone and when I heard I wasn’t too sad about it. I was there from the beginning, I sweated it out when they lacked a/c, I remember when they tried renaming it Babycastles, I saw some of the so-called sellout shows, too. I would go because I wanted to see an act, not because it was happening at 285. After my discomfort and seeming paranoia were validated via having my ass grabbed it really took a lot of convincing to get me to go to a show there. In some ways I’m relieved that something new will start up, that other venues will pick up the slack. The Brooklyn DIY scene wants to have a rad aesthetic without rad politics and that’s so fucking dull. If we’re going to keep trying to relive the past, keep trying to grab on to some idealized version of DIY and punk, can we at least carry some semblance of rad politics with, too?
I’m so bored of the white feminism responses I anticipate already, of the “if you can’t handle it don’t go” attitudes, of the “well it was a really great time for ME” oversimplified, individualistic approaches to these so-called community spaces. We know the world primarily through our own experiences, sure. One of the beauties of community is that it asks us to understand the world by expanding outside ourselves, by sharing, connecting, witnessing or experiencing something together. Maybe for some that’s having a lit sparkler flying through a crowd and getting a thrill, but I don’t think that’s the pinnacle of this kind of experience. It is so much more interesting to share things you love and struggle with, things that are complicated and nuanced and dynamic and hard. You can love 285 but also know it was not perfect.
There is something very satisfying to me, saying “Rest in Peace,” wishing a quiet afterlife, a settling and stillness, to a place that some want to hold in their imaginations as raucous and free. Get in that coffin, 285. Take the individualist politics with you. How wonderful to have this opportunity to bury the things we know we should leave behind.
Shopping - You Are A Sort (Don’t Call Me)
for fans of: the Raincoats, Shop Assistants, Ponytail, 90s brit stuff that was kinda post-punk and kinda twee (but this is from 2013), hollering and shimmying (the activities, i don’t believe there is a band named hollering and shimmying although i am now reserving that name pls and thank you)