In summation, he mused, I was comparable to the vacant, mannequin-esque women in Robert Palmer’s video for ‘Addicted To Love’.
There’s this slightly pathetic, socially inept indie boy, see. He idolises women. He wants to be with the women, understands instinctively that he’d have more fun if he was with the women
It costs the same as 3 issues of Mojo, or 6 weeks’ worth of NME’s, and it’s a dozen times more likely to change your life.
A 57-second blast of jazz kronk/punk madness.
This is burst-open milk cartons. This is I-can-get-satisfaction. This is abrasion and challenge and the knowledge that the jerk in the back seat of the bus will remain a jerk in the backseat of the bus even when he gets off the bus.
Drop them an email and let ‘em know how we all want to have their first-born, and fuck pregnant penguins to the strain of Mo Tucker’s debut solo album. Or something. Communication, that’s the key.
Why exactly does the whole world want to distance itself from the term hipster?
Do I think Pussy Riot will provoke a new coming of Riot Grrrl? (my answer to a question from The Guardian)
Do I think Pussy Riot will provoke a new coming of Riot Grrrl? I don’t think Riot Grrrl ever went away
Punk rock. Fuck yeah. We are all Pussy Riot.
[Oh my god! Ronnie Spector is singing to me!]