“I wasn’t shocked at the reaction I received from my t-shirt. I’m used to being told by society that I must regulate my body to fit the norm. I’m used to the fact that images of unaltered women are seen as unacceptable. I’ve taught myself to ignore it (as much as I can) and through the Internet…
Dude. Like seriously. Just read the book.
I can relate to the story in a lot of ways - the shitty job but the amazing friends the dusty bookstore basement the punk rock DIY dyke the “there is something wrong with me” nagging feeling the dissociation the drugs and drinking because there is something wrong with me the guilt the anger the exhaustion from being hyperaware of how people perceive you the only feel real on the internet thing but also the beauty and love and hope and bagels and bikes and cuteoverload.com - but this should be required reading even for people who cannot relate to that at all and then maybe we can all be a little nicer to people who are dealing with shit we can’t even begin to fathom.
Anyway, paired this with a Bud 40 cuz I think that’s what Maria (the main character) would have wanted. And it’s what I wanted. And it was three dollars.
I wanna say all those book blurb things like “Funny and Painful and Two Thumbs Way Up, I laughed, I cried, I hurled” and I also want to quote really painfully incredible sentences but not really because this can’t be distilled and just, Jesus. Read the book.
NOW I AM GOING TO GET A SWEET BEER BUZZ ROARING AND NITE BIKE #freedom
Angry Orchard GLUTEN FREE Apple Ginger beer DO NOT ASK WHY. There is a severe dearth of acceptable beer options in my hood. But anyway, looking at it next too Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories, they somehow seem to fit.
Angela Carter’s badass feminist heroines would run through that Angry Orchard, eat the apple they weren’t supposed to, torch the place and make it rain. They would also probably drink some real booze.
Or perhaps they would pack their boots in for the day and snuggle in with some of that Roasted Dandelion Root tea I have in the background, haha don’t hate.
I love K Records, I love Calvin Johnson, I love (most) Magic Hats, I love statuettes of angels, all things great.
Love Rock Revolution is really a story I haven’t heard before. Calvin Johnson in his youth, all the behind-the-scenes friends, Evergreen State College freaks and punks, etc. I haven’t really gotten too far - Calvin just released the first K album - a cassette recording of Survival of the Coolest (by Heather’s band Supreme Cool Beings.) Reading LRR is kinda meta in that it’s a book about intense, nerdy, need-to-know young punks and that’s kinda what you realize you are in reading it. Does that make sense?
Drink enough of these Magic Hat Tickets to Rye, and it’ll make sense. I always kinda forget that dark beers like this are always gonna be 7% ABV. Yeah, fun, obsessive times.
I only regret that this copy is a proof. Am I missing any sweet photographs?
Book and a Beverage tonight. Been off the juice going on three weeks, and it’s cold anyway. So, homemade spicy chai tea (if you know a good recipe, get at me!) and The Lost Women of Rock music: Female musicians of the Punk Era by Helen Reddington.
I dig it cuz I’m a music geek and most of the bands focused on are the “never-woulda-known-otherwise” “Brighton-based-and-stayed-local” late 70s scene and FORGOTTEN bands because men like to re-write history to pretend women don’t play instruments.
Got a long list of to-check-out bands now: mo-dettes, Dolly mixture, Au Pairs, Rubella Ballet, etc. And revisiting old favorites the Raincoats, the Slits, X Ray Spex, the mekons.This is an entertaining read and a very smart one too. Scholarly works on punk, is there anything better? maybe scholarly works on punk and chai tea.
(Bonus book: Batman in background)
One final thing:
my Friend: Whatcha readin?
me: Lost women of Rock music
friend: Oh, I hope they found them.
me: They did.
I like rap. I like poetry. This book, the Book of Rhymes: The Poetics of Hip Hop by Adam Bradley, is opening up new poetic and rap worlds and helping me feel less conflicted about “oh woe oh alas oh how about that iamb?” and “flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash” Smart stuff. Fun stuff. On a guilt-free Busta kick.
The beer is kicking too.
I guess I should something this more often. I’m always reading. Always already drinking.
The beer tonight is modelo. It works for me. The book tonight is My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me: Forty New Fairytales, edited by Kate Bernheimer. It is so super good. There is a mix of classical tellings and more modern works but they’re so great. You might recognize some of the names of the contributors - Aimee Bender, Neil Gaiman, Francine Prose, Joyce Carol Oates - others you will want to definitely check out. Compilations are good for that, at least, even though they fuck with my OCD (“Do I read the whole book straight through? Just a couple stories? Will I ever come back to the book if I skip around?”) DO IT UP.