Playlist 22/03/2014

The soundtrack to a piece I’ve just written about body image bs…

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“It’s UGLY”

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Hole – Doll Parts

Sleater-Kinney – I’m Not Waiting & Youth Decay

No Doubt – Beauty Contest

The Beat – Mirror in the Bathroom

Pearl Jam – Satan’s Bed

Soundgarden – Ugly Truth

Hole – Pretty on the Inside/Clouds

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08/03/2014 playlist

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Hole – She Walks On Me

Savages – Husbands

Sonic Youth – Kool Thing

Soundgarden – Rowing

Pearl Jam w/ Sleater-Kinney & REM – Rockin’ in the Free World

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Re-thinking – Wo/men in metal

“metal music as a whole is not solely organised around hegemonic masculinity at the exclusion (or reluctance) of female participation but… gender performances within metal music are context, thus sub-genre, specific… normative and fluid gender performances are simultaneously embodied and challenged within sludge metal.” Laura Wright

 “Heavy metal has long had a reputation for being sexist; but how realistic is this discourse? […] what heavy metal… provides is a cultural site where women can be empowered, not in the narrow neoliberal sexualised sense… but… from their experiences as fans… Metal provides a site where gender norms are so subverted to the extent that current socially constructed gender norms can be negotiated, challenged and reconstituted.” Heather Savigny

Metal and Marginalisation @ the Centre for Women’s Studies and the International Society of Metal Music Scholars, University of York


Reading – Stoner, by John Williams

“The love of literature, of language, of the mystery of the mind and heart showing themselves in the minute, Stoner book coverstrange, and unexpected combinations of letters and words, in the blackest and coldest print – the love which he had hidden as if it were illicit and dangerous, he began to display, tentatively at first, and then boldly, and then proudly.”

“He buried her beside her husband. After the services were over and the few mourners had gone, he stood alone in a cold November wind and looked at the two graves… He turned on the bare, treeless little plot that held others like his mother and father and looked across the land in the direction of the farm where he had been born, where his mother and father had spent their years. He thought of the cost exacted, year after year, by the soil; and it remained as it had been… Nothing had changed. Their lives had been expended in cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed. Now they were in the earth to which they had given their lives, and slowly, year by year, the earth would take them… And they would become a meaningless part of that stubborn earth to which they had long ago given themselves.”

“Alien to the world, it had to live where it could not be at home; avid for tenderness and quiet, it had to feed upon indifference and callousness and noise. It was a nature that, even in the strange and inimical place where it had to live, had not the savagery to fight off the brutal forces that opposed it and could only withdraw to a quietness where it was forlorn and small and gently still.”


Woolf (again)

“He took his way languidly along the river embankment… He felt himself now, as he had often fancied other people, adrift on the stream, and far removed from control of it, a man with no grasp upon circumstances any longer… he felt… a mingling of envy and hatred towards those who passed quickly and certainly to a goal of their own…

“… For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out, all prominences levelled… He… looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-coloured waters seemed the very spirit of futility and oblivion…

“… he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-coloured race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon… His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world.”

from Night & Day

Musical note


Xmas No. 1

Jeff Buckley – Corpus Christi Carol


01/12/2013 playlist

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Mark Lanegan Band – Deep Black Vanishing Train

Eleven – Howling Book

Radiohead – How To Disappear Completely

Black Sabbath – Planet Caravan

Pearl Jam – Pendulum

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