Permanent Wave’s 2nd SOUND WAVE: Benefit for Center for Reproductive Rights
Thursday, April 28 · 8:30pm
$7
ALL AGES
Shea Stadium
20 Meadow St.
Brooklyn, NY
:music
:::QUITZOW – http://www.myspace.com/quitzow
:::WOJCIK – http://wojcik.bandcamp.com/
::::FAITH REASON – http://www.myspace.com/faithreasonband
:::::PS XO – http://www.myspace.com/psxony
L train to Grand St.
between Waterbury and Bogart
dance your ass off, take part in community art, chow down on baked & savory goodies, and STAND UP FOR OUR RIGHTS
all proceeds benefit the center for reproductive rights – http://reproductiverights.org/
“For more than 15 years, the Center for Reproductive Rights has used the law to advance reproductive freedom as a fundamental human right that all governments are legally obligated to protect, respect, and fulfill.”
first thing i did after returning to my own room for the first time in a week was lay down and listen to this entire soundtrack.
you’re growing up. and rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the earth. and it’s good that there is rain. it clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies… so we can dance.
-jim carroll
free energy plays “hope child” for it gets better / the new gay in DC!
so awesome. also peep the titus andronicus shirt on the drummer!
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Revolution Lady-Style NOW! Permanent Wave’s Live Performance Series
GET OFF THE INTERNET AND REVOLUTIONIZE YOUR SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!
Permanent Wave’s Feminist Performance Series, Sound Wave, kicks off Sunday, February 6th, 2011
8pm
ALL AGES
Death By Audio
49 S. 2nd St. between Kent and Wythe
Brooklyn
L train to Bedford Ave.
JMZ trains to Marcy Ave.
G train to Broadway
Music!
noon: 30 – http://www.myspace.com/noon30band
Emilyn Brodsky – http://www.myspace.com/emilynbrodsky
P.S. XO – http://www.myspace.com/psxony
Plastiq Passion – http://plastiqpassiontheband.com/
Poetry!
Kelly Zen-Yie Tsai – http://www.yellowgurl.com/
Hanalei Ramos – http://hanaleihanalei.org/
Kay Barrett – http://www.kaybarrett.net/
Art!
Marissa Paternoster (Screaming Females) –http://forgottengrin.blogspot.com/.
..and more to come!
Baked goods!
(vegan and non-vegan)
$7 at the door
This is a benefit for the Center Against Domestic Violence in Brooklyn, and the theme of the event is Relationship Violence. Both showgoers and performers will have a chance to engage in activities relating to awareness and activism!
Permanent Wave is a feminist group that knows women are more than groupies and merch girls. We value art from female, trans, and LGBTQ people that challenges the norm. We believe that women should see other women as collaborators and inspirations, not rivals. We want to rip the band-aid off the halted conversations and change the way women are treated.
SOUND WAVE: Feminist music, art, and performance — to be played at maximum volume.
like the parquet floor of my bedroom
the first song on the new wire album makes me feel like i’m listening to taped hole songs on my walkman on the school bus when i was 13. how does a band this old make me feel so young?
and they box up the glasses
last night, the drive-by truckers played this song and it was pretty appropriate. not exactly sad, but realistic.
then we witnessed a giant singalong to “rosalita” in the turkey’s nest.
today i will do some 2010 reflection and probably eat more cheese. then i will ring in the new year with my love.
so much has changed. i feel very young and very old at the same time.
ladies and gentlemen, the fabulous stains
girls and guys and everyone in between! ladies and gentlemen, the fabulous stains is streaming on netflix. i’d never seen it before. friends tell me it wasn’t available on dvd till a few years ago, even though it came out in 1982. a seriously amazing punk relic with its faults, but overall… damn. a young diane lane and laura dern and a whole lot of well-timed lady sass and positive messages. “don’t put out.” “i’m perfect.” love, love, love it. if you don’t have netflix, get on that! or con a friend into lending a password.
hey girlfriiieeennnddd…
last night i went to the kathleen hanna tribute show at the knitting factory. folks floating around included: jd samson, kim gordon, johanna fateman, thurston moore, amy andronicus, care bears on fire, and more. it was so well-organized and heartfelt and just pure fucking FUN with a socially conscious undercurrent. murray hill made a surprise appearance. kathleen came out and performed with “the julie ruin” and announced she is turning julie ruin into a live band and writing a new record. as i said last night, we really need her around.
kathleen talking about the new riot grrl book, “girls to the front” – which i need to read like, yesterday.
and here’s my favorite julie ruin song!
update! thanks to brendan kennedy, here’s a video of murray hill (hilariously) introducing the julie ruin!
o christmas tree
last night i thought about how my parents won’t be home for christmas for the first time in my life, and realized i am more upset about that and the lack of a tree at their house (usually it tops 8 feet or more) and just cried for a little while. i guess at 25 i feel i shouldn’t be as affected by christmas as i am, and i am beyond grateful to have my love with me this year, but, well… i am. just like i really, really wish i still had the christmas mixtape my dad made for us as kids. i’ve tried to recreate it, but it’s hard, because all of the songs came from random LPs and even my dad doesn’t remember which ones he used. so, i’ve spent a lot of time combing youtube for songs that sound familiar. this one does.
forget the breck girl, here’s the broc girl
i really like livejournal, still. i think it takes the place of an RSS feed in my daily browsing.
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just kids
i read patti smith’s memoir of her life with robert mapplethorpe while listening to my rolling stones records on saturday evening before going out to watch kathleen hanna DJ and the raincoats play at the MoMA. it’s like i had one long date with the city itself.
also, i can’t stop watching live videos of patti, and i wish i’d really appreciated seeing her at the bardavon in poughkeepsie when i was 15 or so. i didn’t know what it meant then.
coming home
i read somewhere that you know you’re in love when all the songs make sense. my life’s about to change forever.
crisp
on the one hand, the lack of sunlight is making me crazy. today i thought i was going to jump out of my skin at work and i somehow calmed myself down by listening to a beatles mix on youtube and eating a lean pocket. whatever works.
on the other hand, i love the crisp, smoky smell coming through my bedroom window and curling up in my comforter.
i’m also really obsessed with this picture of christina hendricks. i think she’s dressed to play a character; not sure if these are her own clothes, but seeing someone with my body type in pop culture makes me feel better.
FALL IN LOVE WITH ME
it’s fucking intense for me to fall in love with a song’s certain sound and then completely die of happiness over a different take. congratulations, iggy pop. christ.
cloudy head
it’s bad when you forget the password to your own blog, mm? i write for other people a lot, so it’s like, i’m writing… but i always have an objective in mind. a final destination. sort of like college, but more fun and lucrative.
i remember that desperate 4am feeling, when i had a paper due at 10AM and it just felt like the worst, cruelest task that had ever existed was said paper staring me in the face. i’m glad i did it (it = college), but i’d never go back. i can say never right now because no one’s going to hold me to it. landing a job out of college is the luckiest thing i’ve ever had happen to me. i imagine a chasm cracking open and separating my class and ’08 from the suny new paltz graduates of ’09, sort of like wile e. coyote being flung away from roadrunner at the last second. sick cartoon shit. one side has jobs. the other side is still searching.
still, our rent went up. my girlfriend has a problem in her apartment in maine that will cost a lot of money to fix. if someone could give us $1000 so she can move here and i can stop being sad when i can’t see her face or reactions over the phone, that would be excellent. i should start a paypal. “donate to ashley and heidi’s lovecause. sry no lesbian pix.”
today is bruce springsteen’s birthday. i love him. i love knowing that he is the good cop.
also i remember when i didn’t like bruce until tom doran made me listen to greetings from asbury park, nj in college and then i realized that everything deserves a chance, even if he was what my oft-maligned uncle loved most and made me feel strange. things can always be given a new meaning, your meaning.
here’s brucey at max’s kansas city in 1972 singing “growin’ up” by himself.
who am i to feel so free
tonight i saw MEN at the knitting factory. it’s a band/collective headed up by JD samson (known best for being a member of le tigre and IMHO, an unstoppable babe, to borrow a phrase from ms. emilyn brodsky). there were boobs and rousing speeches and hurty feet from dancing. here’s what JD looked like.
i took some video too, but that’ll have to wait for tomorrow, at the very least.
of course, i spent some time rabidly internetting to see what JD and the other le tigre ladies have been up to and i discovered two things. 1) there is a le tigre dvd in the works and i have already missed one screening of the work in progress, god dammit and 2) kathleen hanna has an oft-updated blog, on which she posted this fucking amazing x-ray spex video. so early, so far ahead.
when eyeliner was more than essential
i really like silent movies. i saw a lot of them as a kid at the bardavon theater. my dad still helps curate the theater organ there. so i was kind of disappointed when i watched the sheik last night and it was soundtracked by a midi orchestra, which repeated borodin’s in the steppes of central asia four or five times.
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still, despite rampant sexism and references to “savages,” i found myself entranced by this movie. it’s a completely different world and it wasn’t even a hundred years ago. rudolph valentino did make the 1920s version of a creeper face more than once. i will say that.
really, though, it’s fascinating how film began so daringly and was suddenly quelled by the inevitable formation of the MPAA in 1922. one year after the sheik was made! movies went from featuring a woman and a man falling in love amidst knife fights and kidnapping to the ban on showing couples in the same BED. yeesh. maybe norma desmond had it right after all.
next up on my netflix queue is the married virgin. i mean, dig that title! in 1918!
in which i identify with liz lemon
(except i’d actually be spilling the coffee)
(obvious solution)
(it’s been known to misuse pronouns)
(thoroughly useless without coffee)
(people get confused when i dress up)
i could keep going, but i need to go to the 7th anniversary party of my favorite dive bar, which i am mostly attending for the free grilled cheese. lemon out!
(all images via fuckyeahlizlemon)
i wish that when i landed in new york it looked like this and not JFK.
i mean, JFK isn’t really too exciting to come home to, all the way out in queens. at least laguardia has the WELCOME TO NEW YORK sign with the apple. i wish i saw this instead. this ad is by david klein and was used in 1956. i found it my favorite livejournal community, vintage_ads.
this also reawakens my yearning for the JFK express, which used to be part of the subway system. take the train to the plane! how sweet would this be? apparently it was “controversial” because passengers didn’t look at which train they were getting on and ended up at JFK. dummies. it had 8 different stops in manhattan and brooklyn. sometimes i still see the little plane signs being used accidentally on the A train. bring it back!
portland purrs
this weekend, i visited some of my favorite cats.
trey got a pedicure.
eddie got a makeover.
and some ‘tude.
their owners were a bonus, obviously.
skirts and tights 
