if you’ve recently heard sam smith’s version of fast car, which is going around a lot of blogs today (including outofficial)please, please, please, promise me you will go listen to the original version. it’s not a heartfelt jazz cover about reckless love penned by a white british gay guy. it’s one small but important part of a fucking masterpiece of an album about being a dead broke, young black lesbian struggling to survive in a fucked up, racist country, and yet still daring to believe in love, and revolution, and a better life.
I have absolutely no quibble with discovering great older work through new covers, or even finding room to love both (or many) versions passionately. (I actually really like sam smith’s album, for whatever that’s worth.)
but in this case the history of the album is really, really important. it was this startlingly specific piece of art that still resonated enough with enough people in 1988 that it sold millions of copies and was nominated for an album of the year grammy. (which she didn’t win, though she did take home three, including best new artist and best female pop vocal performance for fast carwhich also went to #3 on the billboard hot 100, which is sort of impossible to believe but true.)
this album was one of those i didn’t know we could do that moments in my young life, and if you’ve never heard it before, i hope you’ll take the time to listen now. it holds up well. too well.
9:12 pm • 8 September 2014 • 2,444 notes
The disappearance of Lesbian bars may signal change
As cultural attitudes evolve, so does the role played by Lesbian bars.
Hi everyone! I was interviewed a few weeks ago about the disappearance of lesbian bars. They only ran one sentence, but they ran probably the best sentence.
11:03 am • 27 August 2014 • 3 notes
SP: I have very weird dreams, so I write them down, and I now realize these are poems. But nobody wants to hear about somebody else’s dreams.
MH: I don’t understand why people would say that. I’m the opposite—I want to hear everyone’s dream. I have not ever met a dream I did not want to hear about. I’d much rather hear about people’s dreams than have them tell me how their coffee wasn’t good today. You were riding a monkey down Main Street? Tell me!
— Matthea Harvey in the believer
3:35 pm • 21 August 2014 • 2 notes
I’m playing next week with Blind Lovejoy and Oh, Rose at the Red and Black! look at this amazing poster by Katie Savastano. LOOK AT IT.
5:51 pm • 12 August 2014 • 1 note
“The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
(Source: observando, via upthefolks)
2:46 pm • 11 August 2014 • 536 notes
Malkmus: [F]amily is the best. I can honestly say, it’s a gift that is beyond making art. I didn’t know that when I got into it.
Rumpus: Did you have a fear that it was going to encroach on your creative work before hand?
Malkmus: It does. I knew it would. [But my music] exists in a world that’s of its own. It’s like a fantasy world, and life dips into it.
— thinking a lot about this interview today
6:16 pm • 28 July 2014 • 3 notes
Sari Botton Interviews Samantha Irby. (I cried reading this)
||My dad’s lawyer brings her dog to the animal hospital where I worked, and I was in Chicago magazine, which is like the type of magazine your Jewish lawyer orders for her office. My dad used to drive her to the airport, and he’d have me in the car with him. He was like her chauffeur. And one day she was like, “I checked out your blog, and oh, the language, and oh, whatever,” and you could tell that she was waiting for me to apologize. So I just didn’t say anything, and then we had an awkward silence, and I was like, “What do you want me to say? Sorry? Or I’m ashamed? Tell me what you want, ’cause I don’t have the deference thing because there’s no parents around to shame me, so I get to look you in the eye as an adult and ask you what it is you’re trying to do to me. How are you trying to make me feel?”
||Wow, what did she say?
||She didn’t say anything. She just stood there and was just like, “Well, it was shocking to me.” And I was like, “Okay, but what am I supposed to do with that? Do you want me to tell you I’m sorry? I’m not sorry. I’m sorry you read it. If you can’t be supportive, I’m sorry you read it.” I don’t want anybody to put their shit on me.
2:18 pm • 25 July 2014 • 154 notes
I forgot to tell you that you can buy my cassette on the K Records website, too!
Their mailing list says:
and that the record is
“Absurdist, deadpan, charming, witty.”
which is pretty thrilling.
1:48 pm • 21 July 2014 • 2 notes
Marisa Anderson: Tiny Desk Concert
Anderson knows where American guitar music has been and where it is now. But mostly, she just wants to kick up some dirt, here with a Rev. Gary Davis deconstruction and a Stratocaster hoedown.
6:31 pm • 19 July 2014 • 2 notes