deep in new wave and sheffield drops this vv longpiece ff piece right on me, making all think the guy could be like the disembodied voice of the whole movement. Fifteen pounds of fuck puppy indeed.
Less sexy but more bizarre is this Yazoo video, which starts with superbutch Alison Moyet in the trenchcoat and wee one Vince Clarke dancing like rejects from a John Huges slowdance until Moyet's aggro-commando knocks Clarke cold, only to emerge from the stupor in, what else, a new wave party with animal costumes! not unlike mill space parties back in provi. Ann and I have been talking about 'new wave and gender' and if every video I stumble on to is like this, I will be so up on conversation by Homo-A-Go-Go it will be sick.
i find mary quant's website more boring and self-obsessed than i would have even imagined, but the Barbie paint a face feature is somehow alluring. Let's dress up!
IN OTHER NEWS: Just finished transcribing the "women writers in hip hop" panel from EMP (ya, from April, leave me alone) and want to send it to the ladies for corrections et al then will be posting on Girl Group and around. EMP might want to use part in Popular Music tho, so...
Hey lady,
I finally get to write a comment on your blog. I would have written something sooner, but much of it goes way over my head.
Sheffield hits the nail on the head about new wave's fun and pansexuality, but I don't feel that welcomeness in the nu wave or new-new wave or Gary Gnu-Wave. It's like, you can be as pansexual as you want as long as, to quote Maura Johnston, "you're pretty enough to dance to our revolution."
Sara Sherr