rgr-pop:

sl33pcr33p:

anglophonic-blog:

“This Is Not Grunge” wants you to know that “THIS IS NOT GRUNGE.”

Unfortunately I am 40, and I used to go to grunge shows. 

This is the kind of person who bought $150 Nirvana tickets from scalpers and got dropped off at the L7 show by her stepfather Gary.

So lemme just say “Slightly different shade of hair color…but yes, unfortunately it is.”  The fake kind. 

As any (honest) music writer will tell you…everything ALWAYS used to be better in the old days.  Except when it sucked…which was all the time.  Fake-ass motherfuckers have been ruining scenes since time began.

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Please put all of your age-related insults in my ask box. 

Can the internet take a break from shitting on “posers”* for like, eternity, and instead admire this girl’s makeup?

*The poser is a construct invented by those who are fucking terrified of their “taste” being usurped by the mainstream, but can’t express it in a way that isn’t fucking offensive and reductive.

Can the internet take a break from shitting on “posers” and instead love and admire posers?

100% pro-poser as an affective and political position. 

(Source: blog-anglophonic)

"in 1965, after keeping a journal for seven years, i concluded that i had nothing to say. i gave up writing in my journal, not resuming until 1969. thus i became invisible even to myself. i didn’t know what i do now, that everyone has something to say, that you write to find out what it is. i didn’t see how the culture was erasing me, or how i was joining it to silence myself."

priscilla lang, “we called ourselves sisters,” in the feminist memoir project: voices from women’s liberation. i never have any idea what i’m talking about when i start. ”YOU WRITE TO FIND OUT WHAT IT IS.”  

liz phair on lana del rey and “how dare she?”

winnet:

“Let me break it down for you: she’s writing herself into existence. She’s giving herself a part to play because, God knows, no one else will and she wants to matter in this life. As far as I can tell, it’s working. I went straight to iTunes and bought her new release “Born To Die” in toto (how often do I do that??) because it was more than a collection of songs or a performance, it was a phenomenon. Maybe all the more so because she’s not overwhelmingly talented. The minute I hear the whisperings of “how dare she,” I’m interested. I don’t have to like it, it doesn’t have to be worthy.

via WSJ

wow. french feminist theory in the wsj. liz also says, “lana del rey is exactly what I was hoping to inspire when I took on the male rock establishment almost twenty years ago with my debut record, ‘exile In guyville.’”

i actually “read” (skimmed) some “real” music criticism on LDR the other day and kept asking myself, “are these people serious?” and then was like, yes, that’s the problem, these people are deadly serious, and seriously debating the debate about “talent” and “authenticity” and “albums.” i mean, who listens to albums? it’s all about watching her. you have to watch “born to die” and see her rolling her eyes because it’s the only thing for her to do or really feel “video games” because you sometimes see a slight time lag between her lips moving and her singing, which makes the point exactly. so does the idea of video games, because who plays video games, everyone is on twitter. it’s feminist boredom all over the place and has been forever. 

rgr said something the other day about how she is too skilled and it’s true: it’s like, she’s not skilled enough, she’s too skilled, and that’s why every video feels exactly like what it’s like. LDR doesn’t look like she knows if her melancholy is real either. these are videos to play on your computer while you put on way too much makeup and way too short skirts and have a drink and maybe don’t even go anywhere, just search tumblr’s archives for “lana del rey” and like a whole bunch of them and scroll through them until you fall asleep. the one where she is covered in blood is my favorite. 

also, i think i’m making the point, too, since i’m completely off the LDR news cycle. 

elanormcinerney:

‘Female Trouble’, Elizabeth Gumport’s review of Chris Kraus in the new issue of n+1 is SO SO GOOD.

i want to read this right now. 

thematerialworld:

Today, let’s give ourselves permission to make art that pays absolutely no regard to what art is supposed to be like.  It might suck!  Who cares!  This song sucks!  I listen to it all the time!

why is everything so great. 

nic-rad:

I wrote about a few of my favorite shows this year for Artlog. 

(above: Anna Betbeze, Sphinx, 2011, wool, acid dyes, watercolor, 120 × 120″. Courtesy Kate Werble Gallery)

i was so into lacuna and i am so into this. 

(newwavewomen)

angela simione, i will not die in front of you, hand-crocheted sweater 

"like many others before me, i propose that instead the goal is to lose one’s way, and indeed to be prepared to lose more than one’s way. losing, we may agree with elizabeth bishop, is an art, and one “that is not too hard to master / though it may look like a disaster."

j. halberstam, the queer art of failure (via ibik23)

feminist permission slips to feel how you feel! i actually love to be asked how i am feeling or even, as my dad asks me some mornings, “how is your head today?” particularly if the other person’s reaction is not disingenuous or dismissive or disdainful or angry or incredulous or condescending, or otherwise manipulative or controlling, but some version of ”your feelings are valid and understandable.” also, if someone can come up with a slightly cooler way to say “what do you need?” i would be really into that, too. you have to create a whole atmosphere for that one to work, though. like this.  

(Source: fornowjustcarryon)

"…it is a question of becoming. people always think of a majoritarian future (when i am grown up, when i have power). whereas the problem is that of a minoritarian-becoming, not pretending, not playing or imitating the child, the madman, the woman, the animal, the stammerer or the foreigner, but becoming all these, in order to invent new forces or new weapons."

deleuze, a conversation: what is it? what is it for?