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Things I Like This Year (So Far)

nme cover

Lilly Allen
Long Blondes
M.I.A. “Bird Flu”
Under Byen
The Eternals
A Sunny Day In Glasgow
Voodoo Economics at Sugar Town

And the fact that The Gossip is charting in the UK and on the cover of NME! America, snooze or lose.


February 28, 2007 at 4:24 pm 1 comment

Hello Saferide


In blogland, Hello Saferide is probably so last week, but Snyder just told me about them. In this clip, Cute Swedish girl gives a record collector wolfboy a different kind of pop quiz. Don’t fall for his lies, Cute Swedish girl! Don’t do it!

Though in defense to RCWB, I clean my bathroom and make soup to impress people all the time. It’s all I’ve got.

February 20, 2007 at 5:01 pm Leave a comment

My Second Favorite Single of 2007


Well so far anyway. I’m doing this in an attempt to remember what I was listening to and liking a year from now.

January 26, 2007 at 5:04 pm Leave a comment

Mug and Vogue


When the times with Ricky are good, they are excellent. And I’ll follow him everywhere, even if it’s a trip to the grocery store, because he can turn anything into an adventure that involves endless mugging, voguing, goofing, and fixing. Last night we went to someplace more exciting than the grocery store, the goth night at Shampoo, which I’ve visited twice, since I’ve never really been a goth and I always worked Thursday mornings.

Our friend Billy guest DJ’s with Kathy Fadigan in the 80s room, which is a total trip, because it’s all ages. Young shirtless gay boys and punk rock girls bounce around to songs made when they weren’t even born yet. I found myself appreciating Expose like I never did as a teenager, and really wanting to hear a segue into Taylor Dayne’s “Tell It To My Heart” or The Cover Girls. Instead Billy played a Kylie song and it was perfect.

I love the goth night because it’s totally not “cool,” not hipster, and even the worst fashion mishaps are at least original and interesting. I like being in the company of people dressed like Aeon Flux, Tank Girl, the Queen of Hearts, 50s noir starlets, and those whose clothing and shoes could double as weapons. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

January 25, 2007 at 1:21 pm Leave a comment

Rip It Up and Start Again and Again


Now there’s a blog, complete with scandalous footnotes!

January 24, 2007 at 12:38 pm Leave a comment

Rock Townsmen and Townswomen


Rob Sheffield and Chuck Eddy influenced my writing stylistically but it was seeing Evelyn McDonnell and Ann Powers in The Village Voice, and reading Rock She Wrote that made me think that my own little voice might have a place in the world of rockcrit, or any world for that matter.

So that makes me look forward to Evelyn’s upcoming book, “Mamarama,” a portrait of a rock mommy. So far, this is my favorite line from the excerpt on her childhood. I can’t wait to read more:
“Though record collecting now seems to have become the ultimate nerdy fanboy domain, it was we girls who traded 45s while boys fretted over baseball cards.”

She points out later, however, that later, she and her older brother’s music habits began to diverge slightly:

Brett and I shared 45s and LPs. He was at least as obsessed with music as I was, and since he was older, I learned about bands from him. He checked records out of the library: Joni Mitchell, Led Zeppelin, Cream. The first one bored me, and the second one scared me, but Wheels of Fire, I dug. When our ages were still in the single digits, I owned more 45s than he, but once we hit the doubles, his LP collection outpaced mine. I wasn’t focused enough; I was buying clothes, jewelry, posters.


This might explain the lack of female membership on the listserv-turned-blog Rock Town Hall, but many of my friends on the list have played the part of my older brother over the years. These days I’m scattered between vintage dresses and TV and movies and gay culture and so many other things besides music, especially the kind of rock discussed on RTH, where I simultaneously feel like too much of a poptimist and a punk to fully partcipate and appreciate the discussions. Nevertheless, for those about to rock, I salute you!


One person who would have understood the link between dresses and rock and roll is Rob’s late wife Renee, punk-rockingly lionized here. I miss her and I’ve never even met her before. I even dreamt about her while reading the book. She kept telling me not to worry. I promised her I would stop worrying. And then when I woke up, I broke my promise to her several times. I guess I’m just wired to worry.

My favorite parts are about her taking control of her body and making her own clothes, the notes she leaves in the pockets, and her hats that he leaves all over Central Park.

But really no one’s nailed the review better than Mairead Case:

Sheffield isn’t the first rock critic to attempt an autobiography of loss, nor is he the first to write about a girl who isn’t in his life anymore—Klosterman did it, and so does Cometbus. But Sheffield goes a step further, because he gives Renée a voice, too. A couple of paragraphs are copied directly from notes he found in her pockets, and whenever he talks about her body, it’s about how she felt inside it, not what he wanted from it.

January 23, 2007 at 6:25 pm Leave a comment

My Favorite Song of 2007


Chicks on Speed’s “MY SPACE.”

Thanks to Idolator, who smartly compared it to Bow Wow Wow’s “C30, C60, C90, Go!”

January 22, 2007 at 3:14 pm Leave a comment

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