Posts tagged JULIA HOLTER

STAFF SELECTS: SONGS FOR CLOSET THEATER KIDS
Lou Reed - Berlin
Julia Holter - Goddress Eyes
Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazelwood - Some Velvet Morning
Julia Holter - Try To Make Yourself a Work of Art
The Electric Prunes - Our Father, Our King
Laurie Anderson - Big Science
Brian Eno - Dead Finks Don’t Talk
Laurie Anderson - Sharkey’s DAy
Iggy Pop - Tiny Girls
Kevin Ayers - May I?
Steve Hillage - Palm Trees (Love Guitar)
Gilbert O’Sullivan - Alone Again (Naturally)
Bruce Haack - National Anthem To The Moon
Kate Bush - The Infant Kiss
Sweet - Ballroom Blitz
The Doors - Summer’s Almost Gone

STAFF SELECTS: SONGS FOR CLOSET THEATER KIDS

  1. Lou Reed - Berlin
  2. Julia Holter - Goddress Eyes
  3. Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazelwood - Some Velvet Morning
  4. Julia Holter - Try To Make Yourself a Work of Art
  5. The Electric Prunes - Our Father, Our King
  6. Laurie Anderson - Big Science
  7. Brian Eno - Dead Finks Don’t Talk
  8. Laurie Anderson - Sharkey’s DAy
  9. Iggy Pop - Tiny Girls
  10. Kevin Ayers - May I?
  11. Steve Hillage - Palm Trees (Love Guitar)
  12. Gilbert O’Sullivan - Alone Again (Naturally)
  13. Bruce Haack - National Anthem To The Moon
  14. Kate Bush - The Infant Kiss
  15. Sweet - Ballroom Blitz
  16. The Doors - Summer’s Almost Gone
A YEAR IN MUSIC: AMBER BRAVO
On female musicians, we should think less about the female and more about the music.

I’ve always felt that women can often be women’s harshest critics, but I think that’s less an inherent trait than it is a learned behavior. Too often, it feels like whatever little parcel in the landscape we carve out for ourselves is so rare and so scarce that we need to constantly be mindful of someone encroaching on it, staking a claim. This reduction is even more pervasive in the music industry, where when women when cast their die, they’re inevitably casting them into tiny, prescriptive boxes. They’re given progressively more room to push boundaries, but still, the legroom is pretty tight.

A YEAR IN MUSIC: AMBER BRAVO

On female musicians, we should think less about the female and more about the music.

I’ve always felt that women can often be women’s harshest critics, but I think that’s less an inherent trait than it is a learned behavior. Too often, it feels like whatever little parcel in the landscape we carve out for ourselves is so rare and so scarce that we need to constantly be mindful of someone encroaching on it, staking a claim. This reduction is even more pervasive in the music industry, where when women when cast their die, they’re inevitably casting them into tiny, prescriptive boxes. They’re given progressively more room to push boundaries, but still, the legroom is pretty tight.