The arguments of sex and gender do my head in. We are the way we are because we are. I have a notion to propose: Do whatever the fuck you want and calm down.
Overanalysis is death - death of the mind, heart and soul; death of culture and enrichment.
-S
18 September 2009
11 September 2009
Milk Through Pipes And Stripey Ink
Inspired by STRIPES&PIPES and milk and ink.
-S
My first crush was a boy I met on a bike ride home from school once. He was older and could do more tricks on his bike than I could ever do. We never spoke but I heard his friends call him "Wes". He was a dirty grunge boy before I even knew what grunge was.
My first boyfriend was not really a boyfriend. I was fourteen. We listened to Joy Divison and cuddled all the time. This went on for years. To this day, he remains the only non-related boy who has seen my hair since I chose to wear the hijab. I don't know him anymore which feels odd and cold but these things happen in order to help us learn how to mend ourselves. I'm just grateful for that one lesson.
Most days I wish I never cared.
What's your story?My first boyfriend was not really a boyfriend. I was fourteen. We listened to Joy Divison and cuddled all the time. This went on for years. To this day, he remains the only non-related boy who has seen my hair since I chose to wear the hijab. I don't know him anymore which feels odd and cold but these things happen in order to help us learn how to mend ourselves. I'm just grateful for that one lesson.
Most days I wish I never cared.
-S
04 September 2009
One Sad Stoney Coming Right Up
In 2006, I promised myself that I would never ever leave the all ages music scene. When I turned eighteen, I said I'd go to 18+ shows but if there was the option, I'd go to the AA one instead. And I have done so. I promote and go to the daytime shows and try my hardest to organise gigs around town, no matter how heavy the workload I get from TAFE is. And don't think that just because I go to TAFE, life's a fucking cruise ship.
But what happens when the kids themselves don't give a shit about the music anymore? What happens when there's only a handful of enthusiastic under eighteen year old people left who will do anything to keep this fire alive yet don't have the support of their own peers?
I don't really know when music became such an instantaneous culture (I use the term "culture" very loosely). I knew this day was coming but I guess I chose to block it out of my mind because I didn't want it all to become one disdainful pile of shit. I don't want them to drink and drug themselves to braindeath. Am I so ignorant to want kids to unify and enjoy themselves without losing a million braincells in one night? Are my past experiences with drugs eating me up?
Once upon a time, I thought I was being alienated by the older folks who forgot that they were once kids reading every line in every street press release, every word on every website and every poster on the street looking for a show that was accessible to them. Now I'm scared that it's not them who are losing sight but the kids themselves. I don't know what they'll do when all the people that actually care fly away and live with accomplishment in their stride and they're left with shit-fucking-all to do with their lives. It's exhausting and annoying to think about but above all, it's disappointing.
Tonight, on my (super-expensive) taxi ride to the restaurant, I scared myself to tears questioning the future of music and art and youth culture.
For those who still care, there's an amazing show that will be happening at Oxford Art Factory featuring two sweet bands:
It's advertised as Under 18s for legal reasons but it's pretty much all ages so come along no matter what age. I'm so going to get into trouble for saying this but I don't want anyone to feel excluded.
Sincerely,
-S
But what happens when the kids themselves don't give a shit about the music anymore? What happens when there's only a handful of enthusiastic under eighteen year old people left who will do anything to keep this fire alive yet don't have the support of their own peers?
I don't really know when music became such an instantaneous culture (I use the term "culture" very loosely). I knew this day was coming but I guess I chose to block it out of my mind because I didn't want it all to become one disdainful pile of shit. I don't want them to drink and drug themselves to braindeath. Am I so ignorant to want kids to unify and enjoy themselves without losing a million braincells in one night? Are my past experiences with drugs eating me up?
Once upon a time, I thought I was being alienated by the older folks who forgot that they were once kids reading every line in every street press release, every word on every website and every poster on the street looking for a show that was accessible to them. Now I'm scared that it's not them who are losing sight but the kids themselves. I don't know what they'll do when all the people that actually care fly away and live with accomplishment in their stride and they're left with shit-fucking-all to do with their lives. It's exhausting and annoying to think about but above all, it's disappointing.
Tonight, on my (super-expensive) taxi ride to the restaurant, I scared myself to tears questioning the future of music and art and youth culture.
For those who still care, there's an amazing show that will be happening at Oxford Art Factory featuring two sweet bands:
It's advertised as Under 18s for legal reasons but it's pretty much all ages so come along no matter what age. I'm so going to get into trouble for saying this but I don't want anyone to feel excluded.
Sincerely,
-S
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