I'm fanatically obsessed with the Eels' "Love of the Loveless." It was featured on an episode of "U.S. of Tara" (which rocked BTW) and also on my fav, "Queer as Folk." Enjoy.
That's right. I can't deny it. I effing LOVE this song. It's not queer in the slightest, but it certainly could be, and that's good enough for me.
I give you, The Organ's "Brother." You may remember the band from its cameo on "The L Word," when Shane met Carmen. ... Mmmm. Shane and Carmen.
I'm not the biggest fan of the show, though sometimes when there's a marathon, I'll watch for a few hours. I recently found out that "House" is loosely based on Sherlock Holmes, with the cocaine addiction swapped for a Vicodin one and Watson swapped for Wilson. The show did feature one bisexual character, though she was only on a few episodes after the character was voted off by House as a finalist for his group. Tear. Enjoy the theme song, by Massive Attack.
This mambo jambo is The Knife's "Heartbeats." I can't get it out of my head, so I'm sharing it with you. The band is a sister and brother duo from Sweden. Swell.
Towleroad has a post about a church in Ohio that is using Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" lyrics as a sermon/sign. It looks like it's lumping those curious kissing drunk girls with all the gays and is sending them all to hell. Decorate your hand basket, ladies, the group is widening.
When I heard Katy Perry's song "I Kissed a Girl" for the first time, I groaned. Loudly. For starters, I'm not a fan of the sound of it. It grates on my nerves even without adding in the vocals. I don't find it catchy and I'm annoyed when it comes on the radio. And it gets changed. Every time.
The words anger me even more. Maybe I'm just being a bitchy queer but I grow weary of posers, those girls who love to get wiggedy wasted and share a kiss or two with their best gal pal at a bar or party to the delight of the crowd. Disclaimer: Now, I too used to kiss one of my best friends at parties because it was fun and people dug it. I wasn't in love with her, and didn't want it to be anything more than a kiss, but looking back, I probably should have asked myself a few questions about my own sexuality and maybe I would have gotten to this point in my life earlier. Moving on.
The Wifey sent me this article last week from Minneapolis Star Tribune on "heteroflexibility." It's written by Katherine Kerstein who writes about the growing trend of young girls kissing their friends because it's exciting, their boyfriends like it and for a brief few moments, they're the center of attention. Sigh. Kerstein cites the Girls Gone Wild franchise for pushing the "trend" forward along with a few other publications (thanks Marie Claire for calling bisexuality "the erotic new trend"). More sighing. Thing is, bisexuality and whatever the fuck this "trend" is are completely different in my eyes. Kissing your friend for attention is sad, and I did it! Knowing you are truly bisexual is beautiful. There's a difference.
Queer, cheerful, riot girl (ish). Do this: sing the chorus to "Goddess Part 2" right now. Or the first two lines. Or the whole song. It's all Liz Phair pop punky fun that's queer with a little less gosh-I'm-so-hip-and-self-aware attitude.
Oooh-uh-oooh-oh-oooh!
I've been listening to just a little too much Nicky Click lately & have been loving "I Gotta Gal".
Nicky riffs on Positive K's "I Gotta Man" here:
I've been listening to a lot of Aus-Rotten (yeah, Pittsburgh punk!)lately and have been meaning to post about a song of theirs called "A.I.D.S.". It's a pretty standard anti-government political punk tune about, you know, how HIV/AIDS was forced upon the population by a cold & faceless regime bent on something something. Probably control.
Anywho, so I searched a bit for the lyrics so that I'd have them right when I posted. I discovered that hey, why just post those lyrics in plain, unappealing text when they could be posted in an exciting little chunk of coding awesomeness that would really lend some weight to the words.
And here we go (please, just note that I didn't make this. It was an optional dealie from a lyrics website):
Have I said anything about Miranda July here before? I've been listening to the The Binet-Simon Test at work lately, because I'm apparently trying to drive myself completely effing insane.
If you haven't listened to any of her albums before, imagine little spoken word weirdnesses that are very much like short horror films in your ear.
The black car is not a real car. It is a rubber decoy car. We repeat: the black car is not a real car. Blink if you understand this.
"Medical Wonder":
"WSNO":
Grandadbob – Mmmnn
An oldie from The L Word Season Two. And yes, I watched most of that season during the unbearably hot weekend.
Okay, so I was going to hold out until tentimesfast blogged, but man, is she stubborn. Or busy. Or able to ignore my pleas and blackmail. In any event, we need some happier content added to the blog, so I give you. ...
TADADADADADAADAADADADA (that's supposed to be the drumroll, realistic, right?)
The top 50 gayest songs of all time. Enjoy.
The Ditty Bops play silly, fun, folky music while simultaneously being a smoking hot couple. Did I just objectify them? I'm sorry.
And, um, this marks the last time for a while that I will throw something folky into these semi-weekly queer music mixes. I'm trying to take a break before I start busting out the Ani albums and the natural deodorant.
Props to the ladies of The Ditty Bops for maintaining a pretty long lesbo relationship while touring and being attractive lust objects for homos everywhere! Maybe they've been taking lessons from Mates of State?
For the purposes of this entry, I'm gonna go ahead and treat OTEP as if its only member is Otep Shamaya. I realize that it's Otep Shamaya and a bunch of other folks functioning as a band and all, but are those other members big dykes? No, they are not.
So, a little personal information on how I happened across OTEP. I work an odd shift as a web nerd and most of my night is just me hanging out by myself in a large office doing web geekery. However, part of my night is me hanging out in a bullpen-style office with some really loud co-workers. I'm not especially social when I'm trying to do my nerd stuff, so the solution is to combine headphones with some insanely loud music.
One day, OTEP came up on Pandora, and I really liked it for its co-worker-drowning-out properties. I made myself a long, tasty SeeqPod playlist of OTEP and thus, a musical crush was born.
I passed along my interest in OTEP to The Housemate's Boyfriend, who is a big fan of metal and hardcore and anything screamy/loud. In fact, he's the dude who turned me on to Walls of Jericho, who were the seed band in the Pandora playlist that gave me OTEP.
We had a conversation:
Me: ... and they have a chick singer. She totally sounds like a dude!
HB [who is, in fact, Egyptian] : Otep? Is she Egyptian?
Me: Nope, I think she's just a boring white girl who has a cool name.
From reading Otep Shamaya's Wikipedia entry, I'd say that's probably true.
Aside from being notorious for her style of confessional writing, little else is known about Otep Shamaya's personal life and background. She grew up in a near ghetto area of L.A. Personal details such as her age are unknown to the general public. To interviewers, she has given her age as "five lifetimes old." It has been said her birthdate is Nov. 7, 1979. Though some have speculated otherwise, she insists that the name on her birth certificate is Otep. Though she has never directly confirmed such, in many of her songs and poems she has alluded to having had a tumultuous and traumatic childhood riddled with abuse, (both physical and emotional). However in an interview on AfterEllen.com she has confirmed that she is, in fact, an out lesbian.
I'm behind on this, but Velvetpark has a video interview with Le Tigre, aka The Best Band in the World. I almost dissolved when rumors of the band's breakup were swirling, and though this interview does absolutely nothing to dispel the aforementioned rumors, it's swell to see the band members are still, at the very least, hanging out together.
In a sort of strange interview, you'll find out that Jo has a hair salon in NYC (which, the next time Wifey and I are in Manhattan, we're totally going to find our way there.) Also, JD and Jo are DJing. Kathleen is still, well, a queer icon.
I love the part toward the end where a dude (?) walks almost right in the middle of the circle, because that would be me. I'm notorious for walking into people's photos and when you live near D.C., it's almost hard not to find yourself in the Smith's 2008 Washington, D.C. family vacation photos.
I'm not that big of a fan of Lesbians on Ecstasy. It's sort of one of those bands that fall into the category of "I'd really, really like to, I just don't." Kings of Leon and the Beatles are also in that grouping. That's right, I don't like the Beatles. But my taste of music isn't what this post is about.
Girlfriend is a homo posted this video of Lesbians on Ecstasy's "Sisters in the Struggle" and it's a bit archaic, to say the least. But, it reminds of one of my friends from back home when I was a barista at the best coffee shop ever. She took photos of trees and explained them as "vaginal." Which = awesome and there are a wicked ton of similar vaginal tree shots in this video.
So, enjoy. And, if you ever find yourself in Mankato, Minnesota, ask around and find the Coffee Hag. You'll find more friendly faces than you could ever imagine, a welcoming place to sit, read, chat or write. And if it's still on the menu, you have to try the roasted red pepper hummus or the Thai Sesame Salad. It's to die for. Get an iced Thai to balance it out and take a shot of espresso on your way out the door. It's cold there. Yes, I'm shameless and still haven't found a decent cup of coffee since moving out east.
