
» were we punk’d when the anonymous fellow who wrote this letter shoved it into our hands and ran away into the night? who knows. what i do know that its kind of crappy to demand for drink tickets in addition to a trade. remember this in the future: it costs money to provide complimentary drink tickets. i cant even remember the last time i let a significant other have a free drink on the house — hell, i cant remember the last time i had a boyfriend…!
» you know, i try not to bitch about pitchfork but good lord, couldnt they have picked someone who actually wanted to review the new mary timony? or better yet, had something to say about the record? there’s so much more to talk about besides this album being D&D-free. “women in rock” have been pretty disappointing the last few years [few exceptions withstanding] and continues to worsen as the new weird america trend spreads across this land like a flesh-eating virus, leaving women incapacitated except in the ever-exploding empire of crafts [look, fine, i get it: you know how to knit and decoupage, as a means of rebelling against corporate america. great. leave me alone.] — a smarter person would stop for a closer look. i’d hate to dub this album “complaint rock” but it seems like mary’s dealing with demons more powerful than her skills can handle: drunks ["on the floor"], backstabbing friends ["in the grass", "hard times are hard"] are just a few of the characters that the D&D rulebook doesnt account for; she doesnt really complain about these characters as much as confront them with a combatative musical style that is more reminiscient of autoclave than her other project, helium.
the other striking thing about this record is that it made me think about how there’s fewer women guitar players that i really appreciate. [short list of people i do like: mary, sleater-kinney, heather of bellafea, anita of viva voce, kathy of the thermals] and while im happy that women continue to be involved with music, could the bulk of them please stop playing the keyboards in shitty new wave bands? since the world exists merely to please me, do this and oh, thank you. i mean, for the bulk of the complaining that goes on about women being given the short end of the stick in terms of rock music, so few of them actually bother to step up to the plate.
getting back to bellafea, id like to say how completely blown away i was by heathers noisy and agressive but minimalistic approach to this thing we call Rock saturday night at silk city. the packed room stood there, silently, their breath caught by every lick.
» behold! philadelphia’s trendy new music scene! im not even complaining about plain parade being ignored here [because really, thats fine] but listing three events/venues is ridiculous. last i checked, if only three things are happening in town, thats a crying shame.
» less me, more you: ive been posting these mp3s on the site every week and no one’s bothered to comment. i mean, do you like them? do you not really care? what? as a product of art school, i’ve become trained to fear a lack of commentary. reaction, be it positive or negative, is good because somehow you’re reaching the audience. and lord knows you cant be agreeing with me on everything.