May 30, 2015 · 11:57 am
Delta Millworks plank
The Dwell on Design show taking place at the Los Angeles Convention Center this weekend is like a porn extravaganza for design fetishists. Cypress burned and finished until it looks like alligator skin. Washers you can operate with your smart phone. Giant glamping tipis stocked with velvety bean-bag chairs. Bluetooth stereo systems that look like children’s building blocks. Outdoor kitchen setups — i.e. pumped-up bbqs — that cost more than three-bedroom houses in my husband’s hometown. (Admittedly that’s not saying a whole lot.) Hundreds of vendors hawk cutting-edge household products, and the occasional jewelry and back rub — everything you want for your urban wet dream.
In the middle of the San Fernando Valley, there’s a place where you can glide in your kayak past blue and green herons between banks of lush vegetation — a mix of palms, deciduous trees, and bamboo. Water from the Sepulveda Basin gets recycled in this rare stretch of the Los Angeles River that has not been turned into a concrete trough. It’s a reminder of the natural beauty that was here before over-consuming dwellers put up a parking lot, in the words of Joni Mitchell. Sadly, you have to paddle past the occasional partially submerged shopping cart — how symbolic is that.
Yesterday I experienced two sides of LA, a city that prides itself on both its cosmopolitan pleasures and its natural beauty. As someone who has always prided herself on being both a town and a country mouse, I appreciated both experiences. But I have to say that despite the trend of makers going green, the forces of urbanization still have the upper hand in our city. Continue reading →
Filed under John Lautner, social change
Tagged as Centennial Woods, Delta Millworks, design, Dwell, Dwell on Design, John Lautner, kayak, Los Angeles, Los Angeles Conservation Corps, Los Angeles Design Festival, Los Angeles River, Open Close Doors, Resource Furniture, river, Stikwood
May 29, 2015 · 6:38 pm
Very funny, smart, and right-on post from the Lady Parts blogger.
Is it an absurd proposition to overthink pop music? Should we not all just give in to the grooooooove?
Obviously “Blurred Lines” is a mysoginist piece of rapey propaganda…but if it comes on the radio while I’m driving, I turn it up and bop along. It’s cheerful rapey, you know? There’s an old chestnut by Eminem called “Shake That,” which is similarly sexist, with lyrics that include, “I’m looking for a girl who will do whatever the fuck I say, every day she be giving it up.” Nice, right? It’s also a song that advocates drinking until you puke, then getting another drink. So maybe it’s all in good fun. In any case, as soon as I hear Eminem proclaim himself a menace, I stick out my ass and…well, shake that, as directed. I was ass-dancing long before these youngsters invented twerking. Like, back in ’06.
And yet, here I…
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May 26, 2015 · 5:42 pm
Twenty-three years ago The Village Voice published an article called “The Feminine Critique: The Secret History of Women and Rock Journalism.” It was the detailed result of more than a year’s worth of research I conducted, looking for my predecessors and my peers, interviewing such incredible critics as Ellen Willis, Danyel Smith, Ann Powers, Carola Dibbell, Karen Schoemer, Patricia Kennealy-Morrison, etc. The article became the basis for my first book, Rock She Wrote: Women Write About Rock, Pop, and Rap, coedited by the inestimable Powers. That book is suddenly in the spotlight, thanks to Pitchfork editor Jessica Hopper’s generous namecheck of it in the dedication to her pointedly titled anthology The First Collection of Criticism by a Living Female Rock Critic. Anwen Crawford also mentions our book in her New Yorker piece today, and even manages to include my name, unlike another recent lame article I won’t deign to mention. (You don’t say my name, I won’t say yours.) Crawford’s article goes over so much of the same terrain as “The Feminine Critique,” I wanted to laugh and cry. Finally, this issue is getting the mainstream spotlight it deserves. Sadly, it remains an issue.
I took a lot of shit when my article came out. The (male) rock crit establishment didn’t appreciate it. I was blacklisted by at least one major music magazine. Critics whose work I deeply admired made belittling comments. I felt like a whistleblower. On the one hand, “The Feminist Critique” led to my book-publishing career. On the other, to this day, I think I was forever cast as the Feminist Troublemaker, my career tainted as I was just getting out of the gate. Something writer Leslie Berman told me back then still haunts me: “The only reason that those of us who stopped doing criticism may feel bitter or uncomfortable about it has something to do with the fact that men had a different way of stopping. They were able to stop and recognize it as a choice, as a career move.”
I hope and pray that Crawford and Hopper don’t have to go through what Berman and I did. I’m glad they’re acknowledging the women who came before them. I write a lot about women pioneers, because I feel they are too often under-appreciated. I must be getting old, because I feel like one of them now. I’m glad to see the incredible settlements our progeny are building. And yet, I feel a little sad, looking out from my dusty door frame, just grateful when they remember to say my name.
Oh, and about that title: Willis and Ellen Sander both had collections of their writing published during their lifetimes, though Willis’s included the important political journalism she did after she grew out of rock criticism. Patricia has self-published her work; I highly recommend you check it out.
Filed under Press, Queens of Noise
Tagged as Ann Powers, Anwen Crawford, criticism, Danyel Smith, Ellen Sander, ellen willis, Jessica Hopper, journalism, Karen Schoemer, New Yorker, Patricia Kennealy-Morrison, rock, The Feminine Critique, women, women rock critic
May 24, 2015 · 8:40 am
I just stumbled across this shoutout NPR critic Ann Powers gave to Queens of Noise for NYC’s Soundcheck program in her list of books about women in music. Of course, she may be biased: We did edit Rock She Wrote together.
May 23, 2015 · 6:42 pm
The Punk Feminism show at Stanford May 12 with Alice Bag, Allison Wolfe, and myself was nicely documented in a podcast feature by Liam Kane-Grande for the Peninsula Press. He makes great use of music by the Bags, Bratmobile, and Sex Stains — unreleased tracks! Hear them here first! They sound great.
May 21, 2015 · 2:41 pm
I promised I would post the remarks I made for the Punk Feminism and The F Word shows in Stanford and Oakland last week. The first half of my presentation, with images from the slide show and notes of music cues, follows. I’ll post the Patti Smith critical karaoke another day. The lecture began with music: X-Ray Spex’s “Oh Bondage Up Yours.”
Punk is a female energy.
Look it up, in the Oxford English Dictionary. The first use of the word punk dates back to the 17th century and meant strumpet or whore. Later, the word referred to catamites, aka homosexuals, and then petty thieves. Etymologically, punks are gender outlaws – the OG victims of slut shaming and fagbashing. Musically, punk is the sound of dissonance, of dissent against even the hegemony of dissent. Making noise and ugliness virtues in a culture obsessed with harmony and beauty, punk’s means are destructive, but its impulse is creative. Sometimes, in its frisson of friction, lies escape.
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Tagged as "Miley Cyrus", Alice Bag, allison wolfe, cherie currie, feminism, girl power, Jean Smith, Joan Jett, Kathleen hanna, Kim Fowley, Laura Jane Grace, Maureen Tucker, punk, Pussy Riot, Queens of Noise, raw power, riot grrrl, runaways, the Bags, Velvet Underground, X-Ray Spex
May 20, 2015 · 12:13 pm
“So to me, feminism is probably the most important movement that you could embrace, because it’s just basically another word for equality.” That’s Taylor Swift speaking, in an interview in Maxim, of all places, where she graces the cover as the top of men’s magazine Hot 100. So, feminism is officially hot. I love it.