With everything that’s been going on towards the end of 2016 including the rise of a real and much more terrifying He Who Must Not Be Named, I thought it might be nice to take a break from the shitstorm that is the present day and look back at the days where my biggest concern was what color rubber bands I should put on my braces. Here I offer you a playlist of my favorite early to mid 2000s pop with a strong emphasis on female artists. Also because people can get emotional about this kind of stuff (and who wouldn’t, I mean this is our childhood, right?) please note that I could not include all the musical gems from the era in this playlist. If you have any issues you can take them up with Smarter Child.
I discovered Marian Hill earlier summer while perusing the 2016 Gov. Ball lineup. I didn’t actually attend Gov. Ball this year (and never intended to), but found myself inspired to check out its offerings online if only to cure the staleness of my iTunes library. I craved a fresh, new sound that didn’t succumb to convention, and Marian Hill had just that. In their albums and EPs, each track follows a format where silky smooth vocals interplay with beats, aptly described by the New York Times as “spare electro-R&B.” With the help of vocal effects including echoes and pitch modulation, the line between the vocals and beat blur. The vocals become one with the instrumentation and adds a surrealism to their sound.
Emotionally, Marian Hill straddles two ends of a spectrum. Particularly on ACT ONE, their debut album, I heard moments of confidence but also vulnerability. I’d like to think that these two emotions being presented side by side implies that they are connected. I wonder if the person telling her man boy bye on “Good” could be the same as the one who questions whether she would be really be fine without her man during the very next track “Thinking.” If we suppose this is true I think it reflects how people are never wholly bold or insecure but with varying ratios a mix of the two. I know that at times I’ve felt equally attached to either end of that introvert-extrovert spectrum, particularly during my forays into the after-hours social scene I associate so strongly with Marian Hill’s aesthetics. After a night of partying or hanging out with my friends I generally feel one of two ways: exhilarated or defeated. In those post-party hours, Marian Hill is a supplement for both emotions commiserating with me when the social world seems too fraught to exist within and stroking my ego when I feel on top of the world.
So…I’ve been a bit lax about posting since last week, and I could give a number of excuses for that (work, time, Jane The Virgin etc.). The point is that I have been doing things during my brief hiatus, some of which do not involve this blog, and others that do. Continue reading “An Evening With The Le Sigh”
Taylor Silver lives in New York City. She’s the assistant music editor for The Le Sigh. You can read her unrequited tweets to Cher @taylorgayng.
Modern Girl by Sleater-Kinney
I exclusively listened to Sleater-Kinney my second semester of college, when I was at my most depressed and anxious. A few months ago though, my friend had just finished reading Carrie Brownstein’s memoir. She asked me to give her a stick ‘n’ poke, so I tattooed “Modern Girl” on her bicep. For years, I associated the song with a very lonely time, but now it just makes me think of her and how she helped dig me out. Continue reading “Fab Four: Taylor Silver”
The undeniable force that is Kathleen Hanna struck again earlier this month after her latest band, The Julie Ruin, released its second album titled Hit Reset. As an artist Hanna is used to touching on heavy, political subjects, her main target being the patriarchy, but on Hit Reset she brings the pain home with her–literally. As the house on the front cover would indicate, the new album delves into pain Hanna experienced in childhood. This pain is particularly present in the opening verse of the album’s title track, where lyrics such as “slept with the lights on on the floor/Behind a chair that blocked the door” paint a picture of a life filled with anxiety and paranoia. Continue reading “Dance Away The Pain: The Julie Ruin’s Hit Reset”
This is a playlist I made to pay tribute to the divas of modern pop culture. It was inspired by a conversation I had with my cousin that prompted me to consider why I love just the pure concept of a diva. What I realized was that… Continue reading “A Playlist For Unapologetic Divas”
Funny story. I first heard about Please Kill Me in an episode of Gilmore Girls called “Teach Me Tonight.” In the episode Jess recommends the book to Rory as a way to distract her from the studying they’re supposed to be doing. As a die hard GG fan, I take the book recommendations on this show seriously. So when I found a copy of the book at Barnes & Noble, I bought it immediately.
I devoured Please Kill Me by the beach over winter break. Every so often my concentration would break away from its pages, and, regaining awareness of where I was, I’d marvel at how different vibes of the book were from my surroundings.
As its subtitle states Please Kill Me offers an “uncensored oral history of punk,” emphasis on uncensored. The amount of honesty in the book is baffling. People proudly admit to all forms of depravity and give salacious testimonies about their friends and enemies alike. At its best, the book makes you feel like you’re backstage, privy to all the gossip and drama of the sex, drugs, and rock and roll lifestyle. Continue reading “Review: Please Kill Me by Legs McNeil & Gillian McCain”