iamtheanchoress:

"Davies is making music like nobody else at the moment…" - NME
"The Anchoress spins complex, emotionally gripping sagas" - Clash
"As unique and insidious a pop song as I’ve heard in eons!" - Adam Walton, BBC Wales
" A slow-burning, slinky, sophisticated helping of brooding pop noir, highlighting a fabulously narcotic vocal which prowls and curls itself around a song that is sinister, seductive and hypnotic.” - Von Pip

iamtheanchoress:

"Davies is making music like nobody else at the moment…" - NME

"The Anchoress spins complex, emotionally gripping sagas" - Clash

"As unique and insidious a pop song as I’ve heard in eons!" - Adam Walton, BBC Wales

" A slow-burning, slinky, sophisticated helping of brooding pop noir, highlighting a fabulously narcotic vocal which prowls and curls itself around a song that is sinister, seductive and hypnotic.” - Von Pip

One for sorrow…

One for sorrow…

iamtheanchoress:

It’s been an exciting few days! NME have premiered my song ‘Long Year’ - a first taste of the forthcoming One For Sorrow EP. 
Huge thanks also to Steve Lamacq for the first radio play on his 6Music show!http://www.nme.com/blogs/nme-blogs/listen-the-anchoress-returns-with-the-haunting-long-year

 

iamtheanchoress:

It’s been an exciting few days! NME have premiered my song ‘Long Year’ - a first taste of the forthcoming One For Sorrow EP.

Huge thanks also to Steve Lamacq for the first radio play on his 6Music show!

http://www.nme.com/blogs/nme-blogs/listen-the-anchoress-returns-with-the-haunting-long-year

 

Think I’m in love with Lush’s henna… #nofilter

Think I’m in love with Lush’s henna… #nofilter

amandapalmer:

mx-autumn:

amandapalmer:

a cross-media moment.
this took me aback and i thought i’d share it here on tumblr: i posted this photo of myself and the post-posting comment i made about it got over two thousand likes on facebook. my comments never get such a huge surge of likes. i spent all yesterday thinking about why.
why?

Seeing a real face is uplifting because I can’t stand looking at my own because all the faces I see are photoshopped.

this reminds me of a comment i heard at the lorde concert last night. there were three girls behind me, probably all about 19 or 20….which is to say: her age.
one of them shrieked “FUCK!!!! LORDE IS PERFECT!!! I FUCKING HATE MYSELF!!”
and i thought….why does one have to mean the other?

amandapalmer:

mx-autumn:

amandapalmer:

a cross-media moment.

this took me aback and i thought i’d share it here on tumblr: i posted this photo of myself and the post-posting comment i made about it got over two thousand likes on facebook. my comments never get such a huge surge of likes. i spent all yesterday thinking about why.

why?

Seeing a real face is uplifting because I can’t stand looking at my own because all the faces I see are photoshopped.

this reminds me of a comment i heard at the lorde concert last night. there were three girls behind me, probably all about 19 or 20….which is to say: her age.

one of them shrieked “FUCK!!!! LORDE IS PERFECT!!! I FUCKING HATE MYSELF!!”

and i thought….why does one have to mean the other?

There are a glut of incredible females around, so why aren’t they headlining, why aren’t they on more bills… WHY IS THIS STILL A THING??


eve-barlow:

It’s noon on Saturday at Glastonbury 2007 and me and my best girls wake up determined to trundle through mud wastelands to cheer on the one, the only, The Pipettes. Remember them? Brighton’s all-female band responsible for such gems as ‘Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me’? We saw ourselves in The Pipettes, dressed like The Pipettes, sang The Pipettes on the bus to lectures, wanted to be The Pipettes. Our first Glasto was planned around The Pipettes, so much so we hauled hungover ass across the Somerset Somme to show our solidarity because they were the indie babes we could be if we weren’t knee deep in Pilton muck, our hair a wash of dry shampoo and Scrumpy Jacks. They were the best we had during a year when Arctic MonkeysThe Killers and The Who headlined. So we stood in an empty field fit for thousands, hoping that next time The Pipettes might reach the zenith of joining the all-male, trad bands that were a shoe-in year after year. Not that we didn’t love/want to marry Alex Turner and Brandon Flowers (less Roger Daltrey), but we couldn’t identify with them as women. It’d be nice to celebrate an all-female collective like us at the top of the bill.

Sadly our efforts remain in vain. For all-female bands, the festival landscape is bleak. Last week a study revealed that a paltry 3.5% of the six biggest line-ups consist of all-female bands (compared to a whopping 43% all-male), but why the under-representation? Not to get all ‘wimmin in music’ by cobbling together musicians who have nothing in common besides their genitals but… we have the strongest array of all-female bands on the scene for bygones. SavagesWarpaintHaimHoneybloodPinsTegan & SaraDum Dum GirlsEx Hex… The caliber is definitely high enough to not just play the biggest festivals, but sell them by being confidently positioned way up on the bill. These bands can smash through any glass ceiling of prejudice, just like a Jay Z or Metallica at Glastonbury. Isn’t it sad that we can challenge fans to be flexible with genres, but still can’t push them enough to celebrate female groups - actually FEMALES in general – as big draws?

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lovingsylvia:

Sylvia and Ted “interrupted in a spat,” Chalot Square, London, July 25, 1960 photographed by Hans Beacham for a portfolio of images of British writers

"They were sullen. Hughes was rude. He was going to get more attention than she, and she didn’t like that while he did. He invited me outside and told me I needed to know that he loathed photographers". Hughes particularly wanted to keep Plath out of the way. "His wish, of course, forced me to photograph them together", Beacham said; and later; Hughes acknowledged that he had been "an ogre."

—Diane Middlebrook, Her Husband: Hughes and Plath-a Marriage, 2003

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My mantelpiece.

My mantelpiece.

“That’s what I’d like to do, I think. Have a long, cool, clean nail, right in the middle of my head. That would calm me. And no one would blame me - a girl with a nail in the centre of her skull. They would put me in a hospital - and, because I would be broken, and ill, I would be safe. If I broke all my bones, no one would hate me. If I was in trouble. If I was at the bottom of the stairs. If I was smashed up. If I died.
If you can’t save yourself from attack by being powerful - and I, palpably, have no power. My hands are empty - then perhaps you can save yourself from attack by being ruined, instead. Blow yourself up before the enemy gets to you.”

Caitlin Moran, How to Build a Girl (via hjwhutnow)

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