Tuesday, 18 January 2011

A Rant About Current Female Fronted Rock Bands

Fair and gentle reader, you find me today somewhat annoyed, perhaps unshockingly.

What has me in this tizzy I hear you ask? 

Well, I shall divulge.

For the past few days I have noticed a disturbing phenomenon.  A rise in female fronted bands, which in and of itself, is not what has me bubbling at the eyeballs.  It is the inanity of this new sister powered music that has me humphing.

They sing of nothing.  They sing without discernable emotion.  Plus, they're all pretty little things not long out of school, or still hanging round that institution's gates, as if record executives scour playgrounds like prospecters of the Old West, in search of golden vocals and a face they can market.

But what of the young all-male bands who are just as inane and emotionless I hear you cry?

All-male bands are the norm.  Go down to any rock club and I guarantee you will not see more than one woman on stage all evening, if that.

A sad fact is that women are more easily exploitable because of the fact of our sex.  Which is not to say that we should not front rock bands and own our sexuality, but that it should not define us as musicians, singers, and women.

It used to be a badge of honour, women in rock.  Our foremothers had fought bloody battle with the misogynists that kept an iron grip on the music industry, they had proved that women could be women and still make your ears bleed and your faces melt.

But now has come something I call the Paramore Problem.  Girls without bite, without claws or teeth or heart, at least none that I can see.

You may say that I am being hard on my sisters, that it is a good thing that there are more females in the rock industry.  And I say to that, yes, it should be a good thing that the rock industry has more females, boldy and bravely conquering territory once owned by dominating men, and telling their fellow sisters to do the same.  Except these 'girls' aren't.  Instead they release "friendly" music that does nothing to stimulate my body or mind.

I could say that that is down to age.  I am after all an old woman of 25, and these girls are perky pre-schoolers.  Why should they communicate to me when they can tell others their own age or younger of their inexperience and delusions about the big bad world?

Because thats just plain fucking lazy.  And ignorance is never a good thing to pass on.

Monday, 17 January 2011

A Small Project

Want to know what I'm doing at the moment?

I'm making a denim handbag with a red satin lining.  It'll be going up on Etsy quite soon I hope, probably for £20, as it'll be handstitched.

And there will be photos.  There will there will there will.

Thursday, 6 January 2011

Cleaner In Training

Day 1 of training complete, two ensuite bathrooms and a house's worth of dusting down under me belt.

Felt a little knackered, had a hot bath and a long nap and that seemed to do the trick.

Looking forward to earning more cold hard cash with which to buy pretty things like a Hemnes chest of six drawers to put my clothes in, and a pair of glasses with which to see better.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

The Aftermath

I regret to report, fair amd gentle reader, that I did not keep up with my December NaBloPoMo as intended.  Though it was Christmas.  And over the New Year I moved down to live in my boyfriend's house.

Yes you read that right, I am now a Chandler's Fordian!  Or maybe just a chandler, not sure which.  I shall have to consult the handbook they gave me upon my induction ceremony into country living (it has a whole chapter dedicated to roadkill, and quite a large paragraph on pheasents).

Currently I've been working on our respective DVD and CD collections, and was surprised to find that we didn't have many duplicates.  The geek staples we did each have a copy of, for example "Once More With Feeling", the musical episode from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Firefly.  We did both have copies of mostly every Nightwish album ever put out, but Martin is going to keep his ones for the gym, so he can thrash and exercise at the same time, thus saving time and money by not going to the Dungeon so often, our almost local rock club (its in Southampton, which is only a fifteen/twenty minute train ride away.  We like to go to the Hobbit beforehand for special drinkies).

I've annexed the back bedroom for the glorious Empire of Nemmie, and intend to construct my study therein.  Already put up some lovely colourful curtains.  Hopefully I'll be back to writing more once things are more sorted and there is actually room to swing a hamster.

Not that I will be swinging a hamster, they have no tails to speak of from which to swing themselves.  Though that will be where Holly shall live.  Been wanting to get a few more compartments to add on to her habitat, for even though she is teeny hamster, it'd be nice for her to have some more room to run around in, and work those little legs.

I think that is all to report at the moment, so for those of you who did not see it on twitter:-

Look out Chandler's Ford, for soon I shall be, in ya howzez, kleenen ya baffrooomz.

Have an acceptable Wednesday.

Sunday, 2 January 2011

The New Year

Well its 2011.

Huzzah!  The computers didn't crash and the tectonic plates are still sound.

For the present at least.