sorry for the random comment, I'm Matt Muir's wee sister and came across your blog a while back - really like it!
just wanted to let you know that I've started a womens' streetwear, art and music magazine, after having researched womens streetwear for years now I've realised that this kind of stuff is really rare. The same with music - all the good stuff is predominantly poduced by guys. So TLG Magazine aims to promote female artists designers and musicians who sort of promote underground culture. For example I have done an interview with Eclair Fifi for my music section and am hoping that I can manage to properly arrange one with Ikonika very soon. For fashion/art section I've done an article on Susie Wright and about Oddities Streetwear and this will all be available in our first issue which will be published in June 2011. For now we have a small sample issue coming out really soon with an interview with streetwear designers, Obscure Couture, details of where to get that will be on our site soon!
If you're interested please check out my site - www.tlgmagazine.com
sorry again for the random comment, just trying to target people who I think will be interested, if you like what we do, please pass it around !
(and of course we are very much open to contributors, so if you think it's something you would be interested in, let me know)
you can reach us at firstname.lastname@example.org
or alternatively: email@example.com
Alice Muir x
How was Darkstar in Glasgow? Apparently they didn't really acknowledge the audience at all and then just randomly went off after half an hour.
Their set was around the 45 minute mark I think, but even if the were to play their album in it’s entirety, it would only last 40 minutes or so. They did do their cover of Radiohead’s ‘Videotape’, which was amazing, and ‘Squeeze My Lime’ done with a vocoder rather than just singing. I do get the lack of acknowledgement issue, but at the risk of sounding contrived, Darkstar’s music doesn’t lend much to witty between-song banter. It was proper that they kept the chat to a minimum. They were duly grateful for all the applause between songs though, it wasn’t a rude atmosphere. Just, sincere. I loved it. I think it would have worked a whole lot better in a club setting though. The basement gig vibe didn’t really fit them.
Postgrad. No postgrad. Postgrad. No postgrad. Aggghhhh.
I graduate this summer - June 28th 2011, at 4.00pm. What the hell I’ll do after that is a no man’s land of inspiration. I’m thinking of applying for a postgrad year at Glasgow for English Lit, but only out of fear. Part of me wants to stay in school forever; to just read all day and go to classes and not have to worry about mortgages and bills and 9-5 and other tedious drivel. Then I remember that all that tedious drivel is the daily life of most of the people I’ll ever know. Fuck.
Problem is, I’m not particularly good at anything except school. I could just become an academic like my dad. Maybe. Postgrad, then PhD, then university life for the rest of it all. This whole leap into the unknown is horrible.
I need a really directional and sincere fortune cookie.