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- And Don?
- I saw his soul leave his body.More dancing!
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This year has been a big one for me: First year back in Minneapolis. First year with a legit job. First year as, gulp, an adult. First year of not living in my head so much. First year of eliminating anyone toxic from my life and only sticking with those who make me want to be a better person. First year of getting closer to 100% cool with who I have become and am trying to be.
For as long as I can remember my mother has taught me that, “Change is good!” Begrudgingly I do have to agree. It is exhilarating to embrace the new and unknown but it is also terrifying. It forces you to really look at yourself and grow some lady balls. Just in case no one has ever told you before, growing lady balls ain’t easy. It is much easier to recoil and go back to the world you have created inside of your headphones. I will be the first to admit that I am all too guilty of this. Fortunately for a recovering hermit like me there was some beautiful music put out this year that gave me a much needed slap me in the face and woke me up to real life.
Here is the soundtrack to my year of change - the albums that brought to life all of my happiest times of the past year, and the artists that inspired me to grow. I doubt there are any real surprises* but goddamn if they aren’t good. My only hope is that a couple of them may find their way into your heart and kick start something new for you, too.
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Get ready! (ps: Talib Kweli, son!)
(Source: howtotalktogirlsatparties)
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I don’t care what you think about Hanson - anyone who doesn’t enjoy this is a complete fool
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A coach once nicknamed me Sonja Henie, claiming that I never pointed my toes.
Thinking of starting a retro skating Tumblr if I can get my hands on all my mom’s old albums from when she was in Follies. Who doesn’t love a little 1970’s Shipstads and Johnson?
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Yes - we do all know and hate the Smiths guy (don’t get me wrong, I love me some Mozzy) but the idea behind this book is just downright insulting.
The book description on Amazon starts: “You never leave home without your iPod. You’re always on the lookout for new bands, and you have strong opinions when it comes to music debates, like Beatles vs. Stones. For years, you’ve listened to men talk about all things music, but the female perspective has been missing. Until now.”
UNTIL NOW? What decade does the publisher think this is? I hardly think that is accurate. I always get in those heated music conversations - late nights with friends, talking back to the radio and pretending I’m on Music Heads, laying down the smack down as the Gogol Bordello/’Mat’s nerd in my Popular Contemporary Music class… My favorite DJs and music geeks are all female. Some of the most musically articulate and passionate people I know are women. The last thing we need is some ex-MTV music programmer to give us Music Listening for Dummies disguised as a cheap High Fidelity knock off. The author even goes so far as to gush over the Twilight soundtrack - the most anti-feminist move she could have taken. Perhaps one Amazon.com reviewer put it best when they said it “SHOULD BE CALLED RECORD COLLECTING FOR GIRLS WHO WORRY WHAT BOYS THINK”.
Trailer for the book Record Collecting for Girls: Unleashing Your Inner Music Nerd, One Album at a Time by Courtney E. Smith
The existence of this book fills me with EXTREME RAGE (as a woman whose life revolves around music/records/making music and has for a very long time).
… FOR GIRLS
… oh, look, cutesy anecdotes about dating and (hetero) partnerships, because it’s all about that and not about our own fucking life and interests and desires
… FOR GIRLS
… pandering!
Fuck you, Courtney E. Smith.
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(via doyourwardance)
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(Source: cute-little-heartbreaker)
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“Yours affectionately” … bearded seated man from Philadelphia (c. 1870s)
(via thewidowflannigan)
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Mpls for life - and lovin the tags: #milkshakesandcuddles
“Hold up, girl, you watch Degrassi? OMG that show is the best! Lemme buy you a sandwich. No wait, how bout a milkshake? Roger’s mom didn’t write him a note so he can’t stay in the van by himself. Do you have a friend that can share a milkshake with him, too?”
Things like this make me want to move to Minneapolis.
