Iggy Azalea interlopes on this finely honed soundscape of Southern Blackness to tell us “how fancy” she is, and ask “how we love dat.” Her recklessness makes clear that that she does not understand the difference between code-switching and appropriation. She may get the science of it, but not the artistry. Appropriation is taking something that doesn’t belong to you and wasn’t made for you, that is not endemic to your experience, that is not necessary for your survival and using it to sound cool and make money. Code-switching is a tool for navigating a world hostile to Blackness and all things non-white. It allows one to move at will through all kinds of communities with as minimal damage as possible

I’ve been listening to this song for well over a year and it just doesn’t get old.

Annie Clark (AKA St. Vincent) just shared this on Instagram with the note “Rad. And, ditto.”

I love her.

Annie Clark (AKA St. Vincent) just shared this on Instagram with the note “Rad. And, ditto.”

I love her.

If you are not following Prince on Instagram this is what you’re missing. 

Just sayin’

If you are not following Prince on Instagram this is what you’re missing.

Just sayin’

I’m not really a celeb gossip type person. I just don’t care. And I also am not now, nor have I ever been a Britney Spears fan. To be clear, I don’t actively dislike her, I just have no opinion beyond “she doesn’t really interest me.” That all being said … Britney’s mom wore a wedding dress (or at least something that looked like a wedding dress) to Britney’s sister’s wedding. What the fuck? Who fucking does that? I know there are some wedding enthusiasts among you, please tell me if this is precedented.

I’m not really a celeb gossip type person. I just don’t care. And I also am not now, nor have I ever been a Britney Spears fan. To be clear, I don’t actively dislike her, I just have no opinion beyond “she doesn’t really interest me.” That all being said … Britney’s mom wore a wedding dress (or at least something that looked like a wedding dress) to Britney’s sister’s wedding. What the fuck? Who fucking does that? I know there are some wedding enthusiasts among you, please tell me if this is precedented.

It would have taken an act of willing denial to miss the fact that, in an age where the guitar hero has become something of a rarity, a thirty-one-year-old woman was shredding.
I can’t so much as muster a grammys hate-watch

But I can say that any thoughts I have about the show all revolved around hoping James Blake won best new artist.

File under: things I need to remember when I am practicing my guitar and it sounds HORRible…

File under: things I need to remember when I am practicing my guitar and it sounds HORRible…

The song isn’t exactly ‘Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. It’s a largely forgettable, three-minute slab of Velveeta with a distinct creepiness (‘Warm, touchin’ warm’) when you consider it was written by Neil Diamond, pushing 30 at the time, about Caroline Kennedy, then a preteen. For whatever reason, the Sox, so innovative and dynamic in so many ways, treat the tune as if it’s one of the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Anyone in the DC metro area

Who might have noticed an okay-looking girl of indeterminate age driving an old, beat up Jetta and belting out Sweet Child o’ Mine…that totally was NOT me.