Monday

Arty Spice

I just read this on Pitchfork and I'm still giggling. Joanna Newsom did an interview with the Guardian recently. She discusses Lady Gaga and this is what she has to say. (Taken from Pitchfork)

"I'm mystified by the laziness of people looking at how she presents herself, and somehow assuming that implies there's a high level of intelligence in the songwriting. Her approach to image is really interesting, but you listen to the music, and you just hear glow sticks. Smart outlets for musical journalism give her all this credit, like she's the new Madonna [...] Although I'm coming from a perspective of also thinking Madonna is not great at all. I'm like, fair enough: she is the new Madonna, but Madonna's a dumb-ass!"


If that wasn't hilarious enough, she felt calling Madonna a dumb-ass was a little too much and had this to say later in an e-mail to the Guardian:

"I may have contradicted myself. My problem isn't actually with Lady Gaga. But there's not much in her music to distinguish it from other glossy, formulaic pop. She just happens to wear slightly weirder outfits than Britney Spears. But they're not that weird-- they're mostly just skimpy. She's fully marketing her body/sexuality; she's just doing it while wearing, like, a 'fierce' telephone hair-hat. Her sexuality has no scuzziness, no frank raunchiness, in the way that, say, Peaches, or even Grace Jones, have-- she's Arty Spice! And, meanwhile, she seems to take herself so oddly seriously, the way she talks about her music in the third person, like she's Brecht or something. She just makes me miss Cyndi Lauper. [...] I shouldn't have called Madonna a dumb-ass. Her music and she have just gotten so boring to me, this last decade. I think maybe she doesn't hold her money very gracefully, the way some people can't hold their drink. But one thing she is surely not is dumb."





ARTY SPICE


HAHAHAHA

Today is the day for great rejoicing.

Wednesday

maybe it's just the rain

some nights I just never go to sleep at all and I stand
shaking in the doorway like a sentinel all alone

bracing like a bow upon a ship and fully abandoning
any thought of anywhere but home, my home

sometimes I can almost feel the power

and I do love you

is it only timing that has made this such a dark hour
only ever chiming out cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo