August 2011
Amy Winehouse sang of a deeply feminine suffering →
fuckyeahgenderstudies:
This is an excellent piece in the Guardian.
Pop music had often cast women as sweet, bright creatures, but Winehouse’s lyrics revealed something mulchier, messier. Here was a woman who refused to conform – not in the eccentric mad woman in the attic mould of Kate Bush or Björk, but a woman who chose to live a little wild, follow her heart and sing of the simple stew of...
mission statement...
i’ve had all these classy Tumblrs, follow me, that i have been a tad reluctant to get back to my blog’s general mission… the exploration of the intersections between music and sexuality which frequently has been best explored by pictures of fully naked people with musical instruments. ima gonna fix that tonight. i’ll start with the generally more acceptable pics of naked...
July 2011
“Birds…scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning...”
– Kurt Cobain, Journals
(Variation at frenchtwist)
The Lemon Song →
