four cool versions of a very great song

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) – Eurythmics. Oh Annie.

And just so you don’t get a complete brain collapse from the French acidtrance-hardrave and Marilyn combo…

(yes I did make up the genre ‘acidtrance-hardrave’)

almost famous

There’s nothing I like more (aside from design) than rock music and photography. The combination of both then is like when Angelina got together with Brad (a good thing). These truly great images are from the new Tony Mott exhibition opening on Nov 27th at Raw Gallery in South Melbourne. Raw Gallery is a new gallery specialising in “rock and pop cultural photography”. I had many more terribly witty and supportive things to say about this but wordpress failed me and deleted my draft post. Enthusiasm now sparse. Nice photes though.

Click here for more exhibition pix. Snaps to Broadsheet for original article.

 

study break

Fuck I love this woman.

bruises

Caroline Polachek is the new Kim Gordon and I’ll stick by that till the day I die.

chairlift ♥

Oh Chrissie!

(although I still maintain that I Touch Myself is the best song ever and will be my wedding song if I ever take that plunge)

I know I know I know!

Sneaky post (work/study/lyf rule means I’m not supposed to be on here again this arvo) but…oh my god I just had a revelation! And I have to post Tracey Emin links to illustrate that! Why? Because Tracey Emin is a GODDESS and all her art is raw, self-revelatory, truthful at a most basic human emotional level, and GOOD. And that is how revelations generally feel. Tracey says things so simply yet somehow, no one ever seems to have spoken it like her before. Which is of course what good art – and revelation – is. We can all walk through a gallery thinking “yeah well I could have done that” but did we? Nope. Which means for that one idea, we’re not the artist that that artist is for thinking it, and doing it, and doing it first. Same regarding revelations (when they finally dawn on us). Tracey definitely exemplifies this. It’s why she is inspiring and why she is a goddess.

Revelation? I realised how I can get a summer design job or internship without giving up my day job! Would LOVE to give up my day job to follow my passion (design) but I gotta work up my skills first and as yet, that fabulous trust fund from a mysterious Scottish relative has not come through so rent and bills (and dentist and healthcare and food and clothes and…) are my full responsibility. But……I finally came up with a solution to this quandary which I’ve been stressing about for…oh, about 9 months now! And with it, maybe I CAN get my foot in the design industry door sooner than I think!!! Love when the brain comes up with a solution (finally!).

What is my actual plan? Well, let me get cracking on it a bit first. More detalios soon I promise;)

Woman crush

Kathleen Hanna. Another woman I completely love. She started zines when little old Perth had no idea what that meant (or, me in little old Perth had no idea what that meant) and writes (and has always written) music which literally says “FUCK YOU” to so many things that are meant to make you just shut up and deal, especially as a woman. Even the subtle stuff. She gets it and that doesn’t happen very often. For some reason today, that means something;) I love Kathleen Hanna. She is so brilliant. Outspoken feminist, proud of her sometimes contentious opinions, smart, hot as – for her music and other creative projects as well as her brains and everything else! Le Tigre was the perfect progression from Bikini Kill and makes all that she stands for musically remain entirely relevant. Love that.

Love this woman

Kate. I don’t know enough about you but I’m about to find out…

Mad Men do Rolling Stone. Absolute love.

Mad Men. It’s grown on me and now my love for it is quite significant. Yes the costuming is amazing (AMAZING) and yes Joan Harris’/Holloway’s breasts are stupendous (and yes even us girls out there realise this), but the show is so much more than that. It’s Betty Draper’s already smouldering weirdness that descends slowly into outright, socially accepted but constantly shocking, craziness as her gender’s generational predicament of unfulfilled dreams and real frustrations come to fruition.  It’s Peggy Olsen realising in sudden, stunned, little bursts that she’s more than most of the men surrounding her yet still only half acknowledged. It’s all the secretaries put together, in one room often, preening like pretty, little birds yet somehow wielding a power that continually brings Don Draper and Roger Stirling to their ever-bewildered knees (to their dismay). It’s Pete Campbell’s insufferable righteousness, something his stuffy upbringing and lucky-for-him heavily man-favoured era allows him in spades. It’s Joan – Joan and her confounding indomitable faith in herself, her stupendous breasts AND her surprisingly unsung smarts despite the fact that she strives for no more than is a woman’s place in her world and that she is constantly told (and accepts) that this is all she should ask for.  It’s Sal. Sal and his sad identity crisis which, as it dawns on him so slowly, is so painful to watch from our (slightly) more enlightened, 21st century perspective.

It’s a fantastic show and so much more than its more obvious parts. Definitely worth watching and beyond worth getting addicted to. Rolling Stone has just done a beautiful cover shoot and article on the show and its stars which comes out September 16. Click on the pix for the full shoot or go to this link – http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/17386/196882 – for a preview of the article. Soooo good.

Daniel #1

I posted this not so long ago on facebook but I love this description of it. No wonder I like so much.

“Digital Spy said that ‘Daniel’ is “probably the most immediate thing Khan has recorded. Both synthy and mystical sounding, and filled with poetic…lyrics about “marble movie skies” and “the smell of cinders and rain”, it could almost pass for a lost Stevie Nicks track from the early eighties.”

(review courtesy of Wikipedia by god knows who!)