The Woodland Creatures -Hall of Mirrors (Distillers cover)

Very occasionally I still get invited to house shows in my old uni city that I can’t really afford to go to, but contemplate attending right up until the last minute (when reality inevitably kicks in).

Basically if you’re Norwich-based and have the chance to catch The Woodland Creatures, do it. They make beautiful, harmony-laden folk and play banjo the way it is supposed to be played, damn it. Really love this cover but would also highly recommend their original songs, especially The Mountain and Christina’s Jumper (for the lyrics as much as everything else). Definitely go and see them live, if you can. (Meanwhile I will be saving up determinedly from now to August)

I’m watching Damsels in Distress  at the moment (UK Netflix yo). It’s quite an odd film. But very funny. Adopting “Playboy Operator” as my new favourite creeper boy putdown. Considering taking up tap-dancing next time I’m sad about something. Also noticing how in 2011 Adam Brody hasn’t aged at all since the Gilmore Girls/O.C. days (how is this possible). Would 100% recommend.

I’m watching Damsels in Distress  at the moment (UK Netflix yo). It’s quite an odd film. But very funny. Adopting “Playboy Operator” as my new favourite creeper boy putdown. Considering taking up tap-dancing next time I’m sad about something. Also noticing how in 2011 Adam Brody hasn’t aged at all since the Gilmore Girls/O.C. days (how is this possible). Would 100% recommend.

As I stood in her doorway, sweating in the unventilated hallway that separated her room from mine, I told her that music writing was stupid. I told her it was downright irresponsible to spend time and effort on music writing when there were so many terrible things in the world that we could be putting our energy towards. I told her that the whole music industry was totally fucked, that it was just a circle jerk of cultural capital and cred-based one-upsmanship dominated by self-congratulatory white men. I told her it was classist and hollow. I told her that there had to be a better use for words than to describe guitar sounds. And when it was clear that I had really hurt her, I jumped on my bike and took off down Harvard Ave.

shouts to *L.X. Nin* for this compelling read in the most recent Miscreant Zine, titled “One Summer Last Fall" — on trying to make sense of the weirdness that come w/ the realms of music and writing, on finding meaning in the medium despite it, on how things are actually more complicated than they appear on the surface, on the importance of visibility, claiming space, representing what you don’t see represented, "writing yourself into the world." essential perspective, all laced thru a narrative of a sticky, failing Boston summer romance. how is this piece even real? so beautiful and makes me feel less alone w/r/t my weird and complicated perspectives on everything. (starts on page 14)

An amazing piece of writing on the big shift into the mainstream that cultural criticism of music is making right now.