Fantastic Mr. Fox / Gold Digger
I’m very excited to be going to Derry this Friday to play Other Voices (we’ll be playig 7pm in Masons). If you’re from Derry, or have friends from Derry, and you’re wondering what’s in store you can have a listen, and download a track, from www.rionasallyhartman.bandcamp.com
Listen to lyric FM tonight! They’ll be playing two songs that I sing on, one from my own band (Frida Kahlo’s Delight) and one from Dig A Little Deeper
Guinea Turacos (Tauraco persa)
Video source
(via theanimalblog)
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The morning after I like listening to music by people I met in the pub the night before:
http://www.breakingtunes.com/lightscamerasundown
(by d3sign)
(via theanimalblog)
“What is interesting, is that the Frida Kahlo venerated by American feminists is a very different Frida Kahlo to the one people learn about in Mexico, in the Chicano community. In her country, she is recognized as an important artist and a key figure in revolutionary politics of early 20th century Mexico. Her communist affiliations are made very clear. Her relationship with Trotsky is underscored. All her political activities with Diego Rivera are constantly emphasized. The connection between her art and her politics is always made. When Chicana artists became interested in Frida Kahlo in the ‘70s and started organizing homages, they made the connection between her artistic project and theirs because they too were searching for an aesthetic compliment to a political view that was radical and emancipatory. But when the Euro-American feminists latch onto Frida Kahlo in the early ‘80s and when the American mainstream caught on to her, she was transformed into a figure of suffering. I am very critical of that form of appropriation.” — Coco Fusco on her Amerindians piece from 1992 with Guillermo Gómez-Peña (via mayalikeskafka)
(Source: bombsite.com, via downlo)
“Life is a school unless you’re a fool, But the learning brings you pain.
Knowing at once you’re just a dunce, Trial and error, loss and gain”
- Abbey Lincoln lyrics to Blue Monk by Thelonious Monk
(I always thought the lyrics were written by Jeanna Lee but apparently not)
“The neon’s and the cigarettes
Rented rooms and rented cars
The crowded streets, the empty bars
Chimney tops and trumpets
The golden lights, the loving prayers
The coloured shoes, the empty trains
I’m tired of crying on the stairs
The downtown lights”