Monday Music: the well-trod lung edition

*cough* *wheeze* *flail* Why Can’t I Touch It – the Buzzcocks Once Around the Block – Badly Drawn Boy I’m Like a Bird – Nelly Furtado Almost Lover – A Fine Frenzy Maps and Legends – R.E.M. I’m Still Remembering – the Cranberries Bessie Smith – Emily Jane White Dog’s Got a Bone – BetaContinue reading “Monday Music: the well-trod lung edition”

Monday Music: the gospel of Ebba Grön edition

It’s a post-Gogolfest Monday, and I’m wrung out. My body is sore from dancing, brain sore from stimulation, throat sore for screaming songs outside. I do, however, have a new love, and this would be the old Swedish punk band Ebba Grön. I found out about them when talking to a friend about all greatContinue reading “Monday Music: the gospel of Ebba Grön edition”

Yes, it’s perfectly OK for Mackenzie Phillips to sell her incest-rape story. Next question.

Ever since Mackenzie Phillips dropped her bombshell on Oprah – her father John Phillips raped her while high on drugs, and the sex even eventually became consensual – there’s been all of this discussion. Some people have been focusing on whether or not father-daughter incest is always rape, and others have been screaming “she hasContinue reading “Yes, it’s perfectly OK for Mackenzie Phillips to sell her incest-rape story. Next question.”

Monday Music: the thick cider and bad anniversaries edition

OK, I don’t actually have any cider on me at the moment, but I used to drink it, and I am imagining drinking it right now. With the too-little fireplace cracking and my old dog, Zara, wagging her tail hard enough to send the glasses straight off the coffee table and onto the light-coloured rug.Continue reading “Monday Music: the thick cider and bad anniversaries edition”