Punk Start My Heart began as a punk booking agency run by Sheana Corbridge and Marlena Chavez dedicated to promoting musicians of color and queer artists for shows around Portland, Oregon. Inundated with requests from superb bands on the Internet, they came up with a DIY innovation: Not Enough!, a festival designed for queer artists to get together, collaborate, and come up with new art and music projects. Now they're taking things a step further and starting a record label for some of the acts they've booked and worked with in Not Enough!—some bands you've even heard on Bitchtapes and B-Sides past. To get their record label off the ground they've made a Kickstarter video (Flash video below, download video description in .doc form here):
It's no secret that musicians often die far too quickly. In this Only the Good Die Young, Part II mix, I recognize some of the artists we've lost in the past twenty years (a few of whom even sang about early death). All we can do is miss them.
I first heard Sacha Sacket's exquisite voice in 2004, when he performed on my university campus to promote his then-new album, Shadowed. Mid-walk, I sat down, stunned, until the end of the simple, voice-and-keyboard show... then hastened to introduce myself, gush, and fork over a few dollars for my own Shadowed CD. I fell asleep night after night plugged into "Kite High!"; dorm clamor could not touch me. While I have never considered myself a musically sophisticated person, I knew it was one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard.
My friend Nicole and I commiserated over her recent break-up last night. We talked, we ate, we imbibed…..but most importantly, we had a rock-off with YouTube, our mp3 collections, and every break-up song we knew – the good, the bad, the ugly, our favorites, and some must-have suggestions from the rest of the Bitch crew. (Some classics, like Phil Collins' "Against All Odds," were vetoed due to Nicole's sense of pride. I mean, the break-up wasn't that bad!) Before long, we developed a 3rd installation of BitchTapes breakup songs. Without further ado...
Crystalline opens with the tiny chimes of the Gameleste, the uninhibited MIDI-fied xylophone organ box with handmade bronze tonebars, Björk-comissioned. She sing-talks in apotheosis timbre about feet, crystals, nebulas, and anxiety.
To this day I still pooh-pooh Obsession cologne, but continue to love all that 80s mood music. Here's to the haunting lyrics, heavy snyths, and syncopated bass rifts of my youth. May the mood be with you. Track list after the jump!
I'm going on a cruise tomorrow, and I've compiled a list of songs to put me (and you!) in a cruisin' state of mind. Though I'm imagining myself jamming to these tracks on a massive boat wearing a caftan and some wide-legged pants—daiquiri in hand—they're also great for dry-land listening. So grab your boat drink and let's set sail on a wave of cruisic!
This week's B-sides is in the flavor of "sad," unfortunately, in the way that finding out a band I loved last year has taken some missteps since then. I first wrote about Warpaint last November (see the previous link), where I caught a little flak about thinking they're pretty (heads up: still do) and also generated a thoughtful conversation about Native appropriation in the band's name and aesthetic style. That discussion stayed with me, and the video NPR just released for Warpaint's self-titled new single warrants further critical analysis.
My love of Beyoncé has been well documented on this blog before, so I won't get into it again here. However, I do want to talk about Bey's new video for "The Best Thing I Never Had," or rather, talk about the way other people are talking about it. First, the video, which is mostly just Beyoncé dancing around and looking really pretty in a wedding dress: