Deep space. This is how I started my morning: coffee with a side of 100 billion galaxies.

wordswithgirls:

I’ve seen a lot of you saying you can’t apply for camperships because you can’t afford airfare. WELL DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. Hannah is willing to cover your camp tuition AND airfare. WHAT. YES. EXACTLY. Click the link and go apply. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee

Ahhh awesome!

Man, I’ve been bad about Tumblr-ing! Well, maybe that’ll change. I’ve been doing a lot of ranting in my head that would be better out of my head and in a blog. 

Anyway. My band Clinical Trials released a new single and the video premiered exclusively on Bullett!  Check it out.  

lindsayzoladz:

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A couple of years ago, I watched the Pixies documentary loudQUIETloud with someone who didn’t get Kim Deal. “Why are all of these people freaking out over her?” he asked, intoning the last word like Michael Bluth. How do you explain to somebody why Kim Deal is cool? That cool means going…

I love this.

teenwasp:

LAST LILITH FLAIR POST I PROMISE

this was so fun.

jk i was drunk and remember nothing except that it happened and that it’s hard to play drums in a folding chair.

To you, Sarah. With love.

(Source: thenoodlesoupwetaketowork)

I just finished Tina Fey’s book Bossypants and there’s one section I just can’t stop thinking about.  Tina talks about the imagined competition between an established  actress on SNL and a newcomer - also female.  The myth that Tina wants to debunk is that there aren’t enough parts for both female comics.  Her point is this: the show is something THEY MAKE UP.  So there’s not always just ONE part for ONE actress.  In fact, she states that once the second actress comes on board, the two should cooperate instead of compete.

She concludes by saying that, as a lady in the world at large, your competition isn’t just other women: “You’re in competition with everyone.” (p. 81 in the paperback…hey, I’m an artist, I can’t afford expensive hard cover versions!)

Which brings me to the music business.  As an independent, fairly unknown musician, I’ve had experiences in which bands come together to help and support each other, promoting other friend-band’s shows and organizing events so that more potential fans will be compelled to come out for a night of music.  I’ve also had experiences in which some feigned sense of competition has led another musician to try to damage my career.  Here’s the thing:

THERE’S NEVER ENOUGH GOOD MUSIC.

If I have a friend whose band is awesome, I want every other music lover to know about them.  Here’s a quick list:

- Zambri
- Shilpa Ray
- Crazy Pills
- Slothrust
- Like Violet
- Plastiq Passion
- Living Days

By telling you that Zambri or Slothrust is the best thing since sliced bread, it does not make my music less good. It’s not as if there’s only One Band in the whole world and you’re either it or you’re not.  There’s never enough music.  Never.  I crave new sounds.  Sometimes I like the new wave of Living Days, other moods call for the darkness of Shilpa Ray.  It’s eternally open and never a once-and-for-all, either/or “what one artist will I bring to a desert island” situation.

I romanticize the days of a Riot Grrl era, when the philosophy was to cooperate and make all of the music scene better.  It should be part of every band’s ethos, regardless of gender, to want to succeed together and make the industry better.  Maybe in reality, we are all competing at some level for resources or a label deal (if you’re into that) - I’m not totally idealizing the state of it being a business, in many ways. But it’s still art, and the boundaries of art are endless, and we’ll always need more.  Instead of competition, I like to think of these other bands, and any music I love, as inspiration.  

And if we’re lucky enough to be wrestling over Grammys some day, so be it.

I spent the last few hours doing this, and I consider an excellent use of my time.

My friend Joy just passed on a fantastic rant on the music being peddle by hipstery b.s. music blogs these days:

http://www.yourmusicisawful.com/2013/04/hey-kids-grow-a-pair-how-music-blogs-neutered-indie-rock/

This kind of debate always elevates my pulse by about 90 bpm, so I couldn’t help but leave a comment:

"This isn’t about angry/heavy vs. folk/low-key music. This is about honest, raw & original vs. boring, uninspired music that is, in its must offensive characteristic, “non-offensive.” The movements of the past were the kind of music your parents hated, from Elvis, the Beatles, Zeppelin, through early punk and up until to Nirvana, NIN, riot grrl, and albums like Radiohead’s “OK Computer.” Any “folky” Leonard Cohen track has more depth, edge, and insight than the rehashed washed-out hipstery sounds hand-fed by Pitchfork. What marked each generation were the voices that made the previous generation uncomfortable because they expressed something we felt in unchartered territory.

And we haven’t had that voice in many years.

I’ll put on The Lumineers or some comparable non-offensive stuff in the background, and maybe my mom can sing along – but there are so few bands that I stop everything for just to sit and listen in my room like we once did when music was the foreground. There are few bands that the baby boomers would be horrified by the way they were when “Smells Like Teen Spirit” displaced Michael Jackson or when Wu Tang and Public Enemy broke through.

Great article. Great insight. Who knows, maybe this is just our disco era before the new wave of something amazing knocks us over. (Fingers crossed.)”

What I would add is that “heavy” and “ballsy” or “interesting” are not synonymous. There is plenty of heavy music that is just god awful, boring, and unoriginal.  I do sound for a lot of hardcore touring packages and think - god, how are people still making this kind of music?  Nothing new has been added to that sound since the 90s, and as a result, it’s lost its guts.  It’s nothing but anger, and that, for me, is not any more compelling than one-note, trite sound of the recycled 80s  that the hipsters have claimed…

Meanwhile an artist like Lana Del Rey is writing lyrics like “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola,” and “Baby, we were born to die,” sung over seemingly benign trip hop.  Brutally raw, even beneath the covers of a mellow sonic blanket.  At least it’s a start.

williemckay:

“The photograph of Kurt Cobain in tears has been extensively published. Tilton watched Cobain smash his guitar through an amplifier and walk offstage. He followed him backstage. The pent-up emotion ‘just had to go somewhere,’ says Tilton, and Cobain burst into tears. ‘What I really love about it is that it is a very real moment and he allowed it. Other artists would have said, ‘Not now, Ian, please.’ It is very unusual,” adds Tilton, ‘for anyone from a band to show such vulnerability.’”

somethingthatis:

blossoming sea: frost flowers - “ice sculptures that grow on the border between the sea and air”.

nature is amazing.

via npr.org