Sunday, 15 July 2007

Haircuts by men


Yesterday I had my second scalping in recent memory by a male hairdresser. I am going to publicly vow here never to have my hair cut my a man again, barring when I am deliberately having it all cut off.

Both have given me great haircuts, but both could not resist cutting it really short, much shorter than I asked for. Maybe its because my hair is so straight they can do these incredibly meticulous, precise cuts. Maybe they don't realise the emotional attachment women (or just I?) have to their (my?) hair. Whatever, the end is nigh for male hairdressers in my life.

EDIT Actually that great haircuts claim was a lie. The first short one was possibly my worst haircut since childhood. It was infact the SAME one I had in childhood, only more Shoreditch. Hideous.

EDIT 2 I started loving my haircut about a day after I wrote that. Now its grown out and I'm all sad. Especially because the hairdresser in question has run away to Australia.

Saturday, 7 July 2007

Do it

Component parts of my imaginary persona


Here’s a snippet from a Bust interview I re-read this weekend with Peaches

Bust: Why did you create the Peaches persona?
Peaches: I guess I just felt like something was missing from music, or from me.

B: I just put all the elements in music that I like together. I like when Kathleen Hanna would say, “Suck my left one!” and you’re like, “Yeah, such my left one!” Then one day it seemed people didn’t say that anymore.

I tried to answer this question at lunchtime in Food for Thought with the hope of spurring me on to greater musical heights. This is what you get when you put all the elements in music that I like together.

Sleater-Kinney’s singing
Sleater-Kinney’s songs
Sleater-Kinney’s guitar interplay
Sleater-Kinney’s drumming (Meg White too, I wish everyone would drum like a girl!)
Sleater-Kinney’s refusal to use a traditional band set up (ditto White Stripes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Gossip)
The raw anger of Hole
The Manics ambition and desperation to be icons (back in the day)
Gossip’s ability to bond with their audience and be super-subversive while being really fun (I might just mean Beth here but I’m not saying because I hate it when people talk about the Gossip like only her). Special mention to Le Tigre for the outfits and projections here.
PJ Harvey and Patti Smith’s determined ploughing of their own paths (for Patti also the use of the clarinet in rock)


So what can I conclude?
The music I want to replicate is not necessarily the music I spend most time listening to.
I admire longevity.
I don’t want to make dance music. I want to kiss Jesse F Keeler not be like him.
I like Sleater-Kinney more than anything.

Sunday, 1 July 2007

Fluurppp

My headphone are broken. The right ear is all rattley at the bottom. Everything sounds like Justice, even Feist. Quite like it.