This is the what greets visitors at the Byrd Polar Research Center.
Valentino was scrupulous when it came to renting to white couples.
October 2, 1959
Photo by Ray Gora/Chicago Tribune via Brookston Beer Bulletin
Ok, so I started off the morning feeling a low-grade irritation about the description of a new release by a local band/collective/whatever in which there are three women contributors and they contribute the celestial voices of murder victims.
Then, I saw something Jessica Hopper posted about how ppl should stfu about Courtney Love after 22 years of relentless doubts about and criticisms of her talent (personal life strife aside). (There were supposedly ‘terrible’ isolated vocal tracks going around and I would like to challenge anyone to choose a randomly selected indie band from the early 90s, and show me a vocal track that doesn’t sound like garbage when heard in isolation.)
Then I remembered that I assembled this piece of noisy trashy garbage music yesterday and decided to post it on account of the fact that virtually nothing has changed since I was in high school in the early 90s. Women are still generally discouraged from making ugly noises or sounds that are not pretty.
Personnel for this track:
drums — me
synth — me
recorder — me
bad attitude — me