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Thursday, 25 July 2019

On leaving The F-Word (again...)

Phones and fans, Florence + The Machine, British Summer Time, Hyde Park, 13th July
Back in February I made the decision to resign my music editor post at The F-Word.

On the one hand, this wasn't a difficult decision to make because the post is unpaid; everyone involved with The F-Word is a volunteer. But, on the other hand, I knew that I would miss the camaraderie of my fellow editors and writers at the site.

I originally worked as one of two music editors, alongside Holly Combe, between 2011 and 2013. I was then approached in 2017 in a solo capacity and asked to take on the role again but only for 12 months while the existing music editor took her turn as rotating editor. When she elected, after the twelve months, not to return to the role I was then asked if I wanted to continue on a permanent basis. I agreed but, even at the time, I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to commit for. My life was in something of a state of flux at the time so I didn't feel like I could make any long term guarantees.

The reasons I chose to resign (my actual resignation coming in May) were, essentially, because I felt as though I'd taken the role as far as I could. Because we are a site run by volunteers, and we don't pay our writers, attracting contributors can be something of a challenge. As a writer seeking paid work, I sympathise with writers who wouldn't want to write for the site as I've turned down unpaid work myself. From the editors perspective, it did mean that I was very reliant on my two regular contributors and on my own initiative. And this state of affairs did lead me to conclude, after a while, that what we really needed was new blood.

I re-vamped a few aspects of the music section while working at The F-Word this time, specifically, I introduced a monthly roundup blog post of interesting music news. The theatre section at the site has been running their own monthly roundup post for some time, and it seemed both useful and popular and, as such, something worth replicating for the music section. Due to the situation I outlined in the previous paragraph, it simply isn't possible for us to cover everything relevant to a feminist website that's happening in music land, so a monthly roundup seemed a good way to address those events and releases we were unable to cover in any other capacity.

Over time though, I began to really enjoy doing the monthly roundup post. I was also reading a lot of newsletters and, eventually, I hit on the idea of creating my own newsletter for and about women and the live music industry in the UK.

Hatchie fans, watching Hatchie, Yes, Manchester, June 2019
In another universe, I would have started a newsletter much, much earlier. Going back to 2002, when I created the first issue of my faction fanzine Harlot's Progress, I would have really liked to have done it as an email newsletter, not a fanzine. It seemed so suited to that format. Unfortunately, in 2002 newsletters weren't so much of 'a thing' and the software needed to create one was a lot clunkier than it is today, so it basically felt like a non starter.

Doing a newsletter in 2019 feels like I am going back to my DIY fanzine writer routes though. It feels outsider-y and slightly renegade, a lone wolf corresponding with anyone who cares to listen. Yes, I could one day monetise this venture by using tools and platforms such as Ko Fi and Patreon, but that's not going to happen anytime soon, if at all.

I released my first issue of the Sticks 'N' Strings newsletter in May. I deliberately chose to focus on women and the live music aspect of the music industry because this feels like the battleground for a lot of what women are facing at the moment, both as performers and as fans. You can read more about my reasons for starting the newsletter in an earlier blog post.

From a personal perspective, the newsletter gives me the freedom and space to write about issues that I find relevant and interesting as a music journalist, fan and gig attendee. I can write what I want in an organised but ultimately creatively unlimited way, I can publish it when I'm good and ready, and I don't have to waste hours trying to define a new and nebulous topic for the benefits of a series of editors who won't read my pitch emails anyway or, if they do, won't take a punt on the idea, or on me as a writer.

I will continue to pitch ideas to editors, just as equally as I will continue to write here and on Medium, but I like the structure doing a newsletter gives me, and I see it as an opportunity to learn new skills while still sharing the kind of information I was collating for the F-Word blog posts.

If you'd like to subscribe to the Sticks 'N' Strings newsletter, you can do so using this form. If you're not interested and are annoyed that I've left The F-Word, it's worth mentioning that I also write for Louder Than War and Get In Her Ears, and will continue to do so. Similarly, I'll continue to use this blog to signpost articles I've written elsewhere.


Wednesday, 19 June 2019

Punk: Two different generations, two different projects

Back at the beginning of May, The F-Word published an interview I did with Canadian DJ Siobhan Woodrow about her podcast She's A Punk.

She's A Punk launched in February 2019 and making it is a real labour of love for Siobhan: Despite working all day with audio in her day job, she spends her evenings and weekends recording interviews with inspirational punk women and editing those interviews into podcast episodes. She's doing the project entirely independently, DIY punk style.

In a related note, a couple of weeks ago I finally had the pleasure of seeing the finished version of Gina Birch and Helen McCookerybook's documentary film Stories from the She-Punks: Music with a different agenda.

I interviewed Gina and Helen about the project for The F-Word back in October last year, and I wrote about the work in progress version of the film back in 2016, so it was brilliant to see the final version.

Because I really, really love this film and I wanted to write about it for a new audience, I pitched the idea of a preview or review of the She-Punks to Louder Than War, who were very happy to commission me to write it.

Thinking about these two projects, I'm struck by how inspirational they both are. Both were borne of a combination of love and frustration: Frustration that their voices were not being heard. Women have been written out of punk histories for a long time, and it was a need to redress this imbalance that led Gina and Helen to make their film. Similarly, Siobhan began making She's A Punk because she couldn't find a podcast for women like her: Independent, awkward, resourceful women. Punk women.

While Siobhan's podcast could be seen as covering a different generation of punk women to the She-Punks, she has a very wide ranging definition of punk which should see her range of interviewees head off in all sorts of directions in the future. The She-Punks project, on the other hand, is part of a different but related narrative: A patchwork of punk women accounts now being written, published, shared, filmed... Most recently there has been Celeste Bell and Zoe Howe's Poly Styrene book, and Jordan Mooney has also recently published her memoirs. Serendipitously (well, for me anyway...) Between Two Books have just announced that their next book, which will be discussed at British Summer Time fest on July 13th, will be Lavinia Greenlaw's 2007 classic The Importance of Music To Girls. This memoir, while not exclusively about punk by any means, does touch on it. It was published in the same year as Helen Reddington's book The Lost Women of Rock Music, an academic account of punk's lost women musicians. Zillah Minx's She's A Punk Rocker, another DIY punk documentary, was released that year too.

Sometimes I think 'Surely there is enough evidence now? Enough accounts to re-dress this collective amnesia as regards women's creative and cultural input into punk?'. Then I'll read something, or I'll hear something, and I'll know that while we may have won a few battles, we are a long, long way away from winning the war.


Friday, 29 March 2019

3 Little Pieces

Photo by Ben Mullins on Unsplash
It's a day for publishing little pieces.

After a bit of a flurry of longer length articles a couple of weeks ago, today has seen me writing about individual tracks and compiling this month's F-Word music blog post and playlist.

Writing about women and music around the same time as International Women's Day is always a bit weird.

It's as though all the PR companies and record companies wake up to the fact they've got some women on their rosters and, for one day only, start promoting the hell out of them.

OK, some of them remember to promote their female artists the rest of the year as well, but it's frustrating when you spend 364 days of the year receiving largely irrelevant promo (all of which I listen to, by the way) and then one day a year where pretty much 100% of it is relevant and useful.

It isn't great for a writer to receive a press release that contains a lot of stats, data and musical content that would be best served by an in depth piece... on the day that the PR wants the story written about and promoted. It's especially unhelpful when you've received about seven other equally interesting, in depth and complex press releases of equal interest on the same day.

I like writing women and music stories. I'm the music editor at a feminist website, I have licence to write those kind of stories, and commission them, 365 days of the year. As such, it would be better for me if I was given tip offs on interesting stories across the full 365 days, not all at once on one day in March.

Some PR's are very good and do pitch stuff to me with the feminist angle in mind, but most PR's don't. In a way, this is good because it means I have to actively seek out artists and music myself, which stops me getting lazy and complacent, but it's also bad because it means I get sent a lot of highly irrelevant music and music based press releases, that I still feel compelled to waste time listening to.

Long time readers will also be aware that another thing that annoys me is the lack of women headlining music festivals in the UK. I wrote about this two years ago, and it is touched on in this month's F-Word Music blog post, but I don't think I'll be leaving it at that. I think I'll be revisiting the issue before the summer is out. Watch this space.

Siobhan Wilson by Emma Dagger
Today I've also published a review of Siobhan Wilson's video 'Marry You' and the new Chromatic's song 'Time Rider'. Both of which are well worth checking out.

Earlier in the week, I also published another of my whimsical pieces for Medium, this time about possible historical predecessors to the podcast. As per usual, I had a lot of fun writing the piece, though I'm not massively convinced that a lot of people will read it. If you do take the time though, I hope you like it.

Sunday, 3 March 2019

Walking, scribing and writing

This lady isn't me by the way. I just liked the picture.

It's been a busy few weeks, hence my absence from the blog...

Earlier today I posted a Q&A interview over on The F-Word that one of my writers, Victoria Bailey, had done with the incendiary spoken word poet Toria Garbutt. 

This was an interesting piece to edit in a number of ways. I don't know a lot about the spoken word scene and, technically, it wasn't really my section of the site. But then, as with things like fanzines and podcasts, it wasn't really anyone else's section either. Victoria is one of my writers and I'd commissioned her to do the piece so I made it my responsibility.

It's great when you get a piece back and it's brilliant. Not only because it makes the editing so much easier, but also because it means you're really excited about putting it up on the site and having people read it. And you totally should read it, because it's a great piece.

This evening I finished writing up and formatting my own interview with Amanda Palmer for Louder Than War. I'd taken on this commission because it was offered to me by Melanie Smith at LTW and I like the Dresden Dolls and also Amanda's solo work, most of which I was introduced to by my friend Jane Appleby. It's been six years since the last Amanda Palmer album, but last year she collaborated with the Welsh singer/songwriter Jasmine Power on the song 'Mr Weinstein will see you now', a track which features in this months F-Word playlist.

I'm happy to report that I really enjoyed talking to Amanda Palmer, and hopefully that comes across in the finished interview. There will be a review of the album to follow in the next couple of days, but it's progress has been slowed by the temp work I've been doing this past week, and will continue to do until Wednesday afternoon.

Why the temp work? Well, because full time freelancing is not paying the bills.

This isn't a surprise to me to be honest, and I had a whole list of strategies when I went full time freelance as to how I was going to tease out my meagre writing earnings. I got a lot of my advice from the start up/freelance community on Medium which, in retrospect, perhaps wasn't the best place to start. I'm getting better advice from the freelance journalism community these days, including amazing women like Lucy O'Brien, Anna Codrea-Rado, Sian Meades, and Robyn Vinter. All of whom will probably never know the extent to which they have helped this self taught music writer these past few months.

Funnily enough, I've had more luck (or near misses...) with the writing opportunities than I have with things like proofreading, copywriting, copyediting and so on. And, as such, I decided to return to something I knew a bit about and knew I could do: Ad hoc temping and casual work.

Over the years I've been a Casual Library Assistant, including doing the book equivalent of supermarket checkout work at the School Library Service for a few weeks in 2005, I've done Clearing work for one of the local universities, I've done two types of Election work, I've hammered online surveys... And, now, I've been a scribe for SEN kids for their mock GCSE's over in Gorton.

Taking a week out to do the scribing has eaten into my journalism time, naturally, and I have been very knackered thanks to the 45 minute walk each way to work, but at least it's bringing in some money and the staff and the kids are nice.

Once the scribing is over, I have another piece to write for Four Goods, but I'm keeping that one largely under wraps at the moment as it's still very much a work in progress.

One thing I do want to do is go back to writing on here more regularly again, as the blog is one of my most enjoyable writing outlets. I also have some other plans I'm hoping to put in place in the next couple of months, but they're still at the planning stage.

There will be more soon.

Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash



Tuesday, 1 January 2019

Pieces written over Christmas

Photo by Green Chameleon on Unsplash
I've been quite busy writing in the run up to Christmas.

Podcast Goddess extraordinaire, Amanda Litherland, refers to the period between Christmas and New Year as 'Crimbo Limbo', and it tends to be a period when people are inclined to spend a lot of time sitting around in jimjams, or other night attire, staring at screens and waiting for the holidays to end. As such, I've always felt that it's a really good time to be publishing a lot of content, if not actual journalism.

The F-Word was a bit dormant last Christmas as, naturally, (we are all unpaid volunteers after all...) everyone had battened down the hatches for the festive period, and wasn't inclined to be on call to edit pieces between the 22nd December and the 4th January. While understandable, I always find this a bit maddening because, especially when I was still working full time at the library, Crimbo Limbo was the period I tended to really get shit done, writing wise.

With this in mind, I decided I was going to do a number of blog posts for Crimbo Limbo over on The F-Word this year, as the blog posts don't need 2nd editing and I could just write and post them unaided. As such, I did three podcast themed posts and the monthly music blog post. It worked a treat until the website died on us. Twice. Over Christmas.

We do have someone who can fix it but, it's Christmas/New Year and they, like us, are a volunteer so it seemed like a bad idea to drag them away from the festivities to try and fix it. Tomorrow though, I will be sending a tactfully worded email...

I've also written two pieces for Medium, both of which have perhaps missed their moment, timing wise, but which I'm still hoping people will enjoy reading.

Photo by Kevin Grieve on Unsplash
The first piece I wrote was a somewhat delayed piece on the lyrical history of Girl Power.

Really, the time to write this piece would have been the day that the Spice Girls announced their return, and while I did pitch the idea in November to The Guardian, Laura Snapes had been snowed under with Spice Girls related pitches by then and they didn't want it. I still wanted to write it though, if only because it would enable me to write about a band I've been wanting to re-visit since the summer: Helen Love. So, I did.

By the time I got around to writing it (bearing in mind that I was alternately poorly and in a highly euphoric post-F+TM gig state for the whole of November) the Piers Morgan/Little Mix/Ariana Grande Twitter spat had blown up and died down again, and that story added a slightly different aspect to the piece. So it all worked out well in the end. Sort of.

Image by Paul Smith. Flickr creative commons licence.
My next piece was also one that I'd tried to get someone to pay me to write. In this case, I pitched it to both The Overtake (who liked it but, what with having a limited freelance budget, couldn't pay me to write a piece they could do themselves in house...) and The Independent (who said they liked it but wanted it done more conventionally, then didn't commission me anyway...)

The pitching process had been OK for this one, with some encouraging comments if not an actual commission, plus I'd had a lot of fun researching figures for the piece, so I decided to go ahead with it for Medium.

This piece was loosely related to the increase in train fares that is coming in on the 2nd January, although my my main focus was on the (obscene) cost of an Anytime fare from Stockport to London, and all the things I could spend the money on instead. A bit irreverent, a bit sarcastic. Not exactly wacky, but definitely not entirely serious in tone either.

In a way, it's the kind of piece I might have written for Too Late For Cake a few years ago, only I'm currently resting that blog until after Brexit and until I finally abandon my (so far fruitless) proofreading business in the summer. I promised myself I'd try to make that business work for a whole academic year, and I'm sticking to that. However pointless it currently feels to do so.

Anyway, having written the train fares piece between Christmas and New Year, the decision then was when to publish it. It's all about timing you see. Too early into Crimbo Limbo and no one would read it. Too late and the fare rise would already be a thing of the past.

So I decided to publish it on New Year's Day.

As it turns out, that wasn't such a great idea given the events at Victoria train station in Manchester on New Years Eve (and, yes, the proximity of Victoria station to Manchester Arena has not been lost on me, or, indeed I expect, on a lot of people). I did consider binning the piece altogether in the light of that, but decided to go ahead on the basis that, even if no one wants to read it today, they might feel like reading it in a month's time or something. There are serious points about the privatised rail industry in amongst the tongue in cheek bits, and I'm hoping that I've struck the right balance of light and thought provoking. It just might be one you don't feel like reading today, and I understand that.

Wishing you all a happy and safe 2019

Friday, 26 October 2018

Spooky (but not in a Halloween sense) playlist compiling




This month's F-Word Music blog post is now up on the site. Because we are well into the period I like to think of as Peak Touring (new university term, end of year lists pending, Christmas wish lists being compiled...) there has been an awful lot of stuff to cram in this time. 

By comparison, the playlist was pretty easy and came together almost immediately. I think I had to move, maybe, two songs around and that was it, it was done.

It was when I was listening to it back that I realised how very apt a lot of the songs are in terms of the past year. A lot are very pertinent to the #MeToo era and, most recently, the Kavanagh appointment in the US. I feel as though I've been stockpiling these songs in my mind, and in my Spotify lists, just waiting for the right moment to put them all together. 

Some are from new artists, some are from established artists. Some were recorded for major labels, some were self released. But what they all seem to share is a kind of conscious or unconscious commentary on the state of womanhood and the world in 2018. 

I'm really pleased that so many artists have tapped into their inner rage this year. It would be nice to live in a utopian world, or at least a more restful one, but that seems remote and, as with all art, music reflects that. And provides a source of inspiration and solace in a fucked up world.

Image is the cover image for Laura Gibson's new album Goners. It is out now. 



Friday, 24 August 2018

The F-Word August music playlist is now up online!

The F-Word August music playlist is now up online.

It took a bit longer than usual to compile in that, while trying to make it as danceable to as possible, I was also trying to tie it to Manchester Pride, and it ended up being a bit of a tussle between the two things.

I think I've largely achieved what I set out to do, which is to have a balance of styles and genres by a mixture of artists who either are LGBTIQ+, are sympathetic to that section of their audience, or who I haven't heard bad things about in that respect (Oh dear, hardly a ringing endorsement for LGBTIQ+ rights that last bit...) I would hope that I do this with all of the F-Word playlists, but, with timing the playlist to coincide with Manchester Pride, it felt even more important than usual to do so.

Image of Rachel A. Blackwell's Rainbow Bee sculpture in Exchange Square, Manchester. It is part of the Bee In The City exhibition. 

Saturday, 18 August 2018

A riveting interviewee, but a piece that was a mountain to climb

I have finally published my interview with Vermont based singer/songwriter, teacher and activist Emma Back over on The F-Word.

This piece has had a really long gestation period and has been beset by problems right from the beginning.

None of this was Emma's fault, I hasten to add. She proved to be a charming, thoughtful, insightful woman with a lot to say about the craft of songwriting, about community, singing, performance and activism, not to mention the highly dystopian world we happen to be living in.

But sometimes, even with a brilliant interviewee, and interview, you end up feeling like a piece is doomed to fail, to never see the light of day.

And so it was in this case.

We actually did the interview one evening (my time, afternoon by her time) in late April. Initially we had a go at doing it via Skype but the connection kept failing at her end so, after a few aborted attempts, we went with FaceTime because it was working on her phone. I'd never used FaceTime before so it was a new experience for me and, save for the fact we couldn't see each other, the batteries in my walkman died about two minutes in and I had to frantically replace them, oh, and occasionally the connection would cut out for a few seconds, we muddled through.

Emma is a very engaging and positive woman, despite everything she's been faced with over the past few years. She genuinely believes that music is a healing force for good and appears to inhabit a space as a community musician that has evolved organically, and that allows her to play to her strengths.

Her debut album, Little World, was released in late May and the original idea was that I would have the interview ready to go up on The F-Word about a week before the album's release.

This didn't happen for a number of reasons.

Firstly, about a fortnight after our interview I reached something of an impasse with my health and with my day job, which meant I had to stop transcribing the interview and cease most of my writing work altogether in order to concentrate on reaching a more stable situation with my health. This took a really long time and, ultimately, it's an ongoing process. In the interview I talked a lot with Emma about issues around balancing health with creativity and workloads so it was quite apt, or ironic, (depending on how you look at it) that I would be placed in a situation where I was fighting a similar battle while working on the piece.



Then, there was the editing process. For reasons perhaps linked to the above, both this piece and my last big interview piece for The F-Word have been very slow to finish, but also massively long winded once they reached the editing stage. We have a two edits process at The F-Word and, in the case of this piece and the interview I did with Vivien Jones of Kookie magazine, the second edits came back with the equivalent of lots of red pen and 'must do better' on them.

'Do better' I did, eventually, but, compared to my recent Florence + The Machine piece (which pretty much wrote itself and didn't come back from the second edit with any major changes), it was a very, very hard slog.

I'm hoping that the strain and stresses don't show up in the final published piece. I don't think they do, and I'm hoping that the piece will do well if only because I think Emma has a lot of really good things to say.

The Little World album is out now, and is available on Bandcamp and Spotify. There are CD's which I think should be available at independent record stores, though I haven't tested this theory.


Saturday, 16 June 2018

A bit of a flurry

I've had a bit of a flurry of reviews to work on recently, all for The F-Word.

The most recent was the excellent Tami Neilson and her album Sassafrass, which you can read about here.

It's a lovingly created homage to the stylistic codes of the 1950s: Rock'n'roll, country, soul and blues... all delivered impeccably and with a very modern twist. It is well worth a listen.

Monday, 7 May 2018

New F-Word music playlist now up!

The latest F-Word music playlist is now up on the site!

As I hand the music section back to Jo Whitehead in July, this will (probably?) be my last music playlist for the site.

As such, I had intended to go out with a bit of a bang, playlist wise, and didn't really have any other ideas or themes aside from that. Oh, apart from a thought that festival season is nearly upon us and, as such, maybe it would be nice to include that cover version of Joni Mitchell's 'Woodstock'.

Then, as I was working away putting the tracks together in Spotify (the Miya Folick version of 'Woodstock' did make the grade, you may or may not be interested to know), I realised that, quite unconsciously, a theme had developed.

It was all about youth and being young.

As I say in my post over on the site:

I've tried to include songs by artists at, or near, the start of their careers as this felt like a good way of getting a sense of freshness and, on occasion, rage as well as innovation. I'd been doing this, to an extent, anyway in that I'd been trying out a lot of new songs by new artists, but I also realised that I'd been adding in songs from more established artists from the beginning of their careers, and that this worked well with the new stuff.

I'm really pleased with how it all worked out and, unlike February's playlist, there is a bit more light with the shade this time.

You can read the blog post, and listen to the playlist, on the F-Word website.

Endings are as important as beginnings with playlists and, quite early on, I knew two things:

1) I wanted to make a feature of/draw attention to Let's Eat Grandma and their excellent track 'Falling Into Me' because it felt like the most exciting thing I'd heard in ages.

2) I wanted to finish with Florence + The Machine's 'Dog Days Are Over' because it would be a good way to get a big finish and, besides, reflected the position of the song in their live set (if you discount the encores that is).

Not sure if 'Dog Days Are Over' will remain in the same place, set wise, as F+TM head out for their live dates this year, but I can't imagine them not playing it.

For an example of the joy that is 'Dog Days...' live, check out this clip from Bonneroo in 2011:



The Sunday's track was originally going to be 'Here's Where The Story Ends', for a similar sense of closure, but it didn't work as well as I expected so it got switched for my favourite Sundays song 'Can't Be Sure' instead.

Let's Eat Grandma are also out on the road this summer, and are playing some festivals. There isn't a video for 'Falling Into Me' but the video for 'It's Not Just Me' is out now and I have been enjoying their video for 'Sax In The City' recently.





Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Hot Brown Honey



The week before Christmas I had a particularly full on and hectic run of late nights, to the extent that I took a day off from my day job to recover. There's only so many meetings you can yawn through and I knew that my increasingly bog eyed state was likely to become increasingly apparent to colleagues as the week went on.

The first of those late nights was the show Hot Brown Honey at HOME in Manchester, a theatre show like no other.

Other shows have discussed racial stereotypes, colonialism and feminism, but not like this... It is at times hilarious, at other times moving and ultimately always thought provoking. A provocative and exciting piece of contemporary theatre that transcends genres as easily as it crosses boundaries.

My review of the show went up on The F-Word last week, and I was pleased by how well it came out.

The show had a fairly short run at HOME but I very much doubt that this is the last you will hear of the Honey's and, if you do get the chance to see the show, do. It is brilliant.

Wednesday, 7 February 2018

Gaptooth (feat. Sisters Uncut) - They Cut We Bleed




This incendiary device of a song has a starring role in this months F-Word playlist.

I hadn't actually planned to do another political/agit prop type playlist after the last two as I sometimes wonder (despite the F-Word being a UK feminist website) if people perhaps get a bit fed up with all my stroppy music selections. In the end though, the finished playlist is a bit agit prop-y (initially at least) and this can be seen to be a reflection of where we are at the moment, society and feminism wise.

My original themes/touchstones for the February playlist were going to be love and winter weather (well, it is February after all...) but it ended up being more the sinister/realistic end of the love song oevre, including Florence + The Machine's 'Various Storms & Saints', which neatly covers both the love and weather angle and is one of my favourite tracks from the How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful album.

You can read more, and listen to the playlist (if you have Spotify), over on The F-Word.

Saturday, 11 November 2017

Playlisting

It's been a bit of a hectic few months here.

Back in late July I agreed to take on my old job of editing the music section over at The F-Word. It will be for six months initially while regular music editor Jo Whitehead takes her turn as the F-Word's rotating editor, then we'll see what happens.

I've already had the pleasure of commissioning some very talented writers, have been showered with promo emails, and have now compiled two playlists for the site.

Given that I have a strong tendency to deploy music (and books, and films, and radio...) to try and make sense of what feels like an increasingly horrific world, it should come as no surprise to discover that I used this approach when compiling both the August playlist and the November playlist.

This approach goes beyond music as a form of protest (though I have used some of the music in both playlists in that context) and more towards music as an intelligent and therapeutic soundtrack to the distressing realities of everyday life.

I hope you enjoy both playlists, as I feel they can be listened to without being aware of the wider socio-political context in which they were created, even though there is that extra dimension to them as well.

Making a playlist will never change the world, but if it helps people to try and make sense of things, and draw strength, inspiration and courage from music, then it's a good thing.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Time machine time: The missing Florence review

Back in August 2009 I reviewed the debut Florence + The Machine album, Lungs, for The F-Word, but... it was never published. Why? Because I withdrew it a few months later, fretting that what I'd written was becoming irrelevant as the band's meteoric success became increasingly apparent. I was also waiting for poor Jess McCabe (the F-Word's then editor) to surface from under the pile of reviews she was drowning in, and I wasn't sure how long that would take.

Anyway, I went looking for this lost Florence review last summer, post British Summer Time festival, with the intention of revisiting it and maybe recycling it in some way. But I couldn't find it and assumed I'd binned it.

Then, a couple of weeks ago, I unearthed it when beginning the unenviable task of trying to tidy up my writing archive, specifically all the punk women research. 

Because I did review both Ceremonials and How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful for The F-Word, I've always regretted pulling the review of Lungs, an album I would still regard as one of the finest of the past ten years. At the time, it seemed a sensible course of action but, reading it back now, it hasn't dated as much as I thought it would. I think what follows is an accurate account of how I felt when I was first discovering both band and album in 2009, and in some ways, I was quite forward thinking with it, so it does still work.

I can't make it look the same as it would have done had it been published on The F-Word, but I will try and make it look nice.

Here it is:

The girl in the headlights: Notes on Florence + The Machine’s Lungs

I have been trying and trying to come up with a series of suitable analogies to describe this album, and time after time I find myself reminded of the opening sequence to the film Heavenly Creatures, and the shock invoked by the raw screaming of a blood spattered Kate Winslet and Melanie Lynskey as they run through sparse woodland, away from the murder scene. I kind of feel it’s a most inappropriate choice on one hand, the film being based on a true story, but on the other hand this fictionalised scene is the only thing I can think of that invokes the sense of savagery, wildness and beauty this record evokes. There is something very raw, frequently violent and sometimes shockingly emotional about it.

“I want my music to sound like throwing yourself out of a tree, or off a tall building, or as if you’re being sucked down into the ocean and you can’t breathe” Florence Welch has been quoted as saying, on the bands website, “It’s something overwhelming and all encompassing that fills you up, you’re either going to explode with it, or you’re just going to disappear.”

The album opens with the sensory overload that is the single ‘Dog Days Are Over’, a song which makes characteristic use of light and shade, setting a delicate harp against sparse vocals one minute, and pounding percussion and crashing chords against fiercely impassioned words the next. It’s followed by the hit ‘Rabbit Heart (Raise it up)’, a slightly gentler ride, which was written, so the story goes, in response to Island’s request for something they could put out as a single. The resulting song is a critique of the process of negotiation and selling, of being bound to a contract. But Welch and the band take these themes very deep, so that the song becomes an almost Faustian analogy, delivered via references to Alice In Wonderland and Kate Bush. Welch is the rabbit in the headlights, or the girl in the spotlight, frozen in the gaze of the critics and the music industry at large. It’s a song about self-sacrifice that asks “who is the lamb and who is the knife?” while acknowledging that Midas is king and that, firmly in his grasp, she will be turned to gold, or in this case, profit. Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci, amongst others, have reflected on the dilemma of selling themselves, or sacrificing themselves in order to be heard (see ‘Young Girls, Happy Endings’) Kenickie touched on it, in passing, during the brief course of ‘Come out 2nite’, not to mention the Clash maintaining that they wanted “complete control”, but rarely is such a common dilemma expressed with such elegance and mesmerising beauty.




‘I’m Not Calling You A Liar’, which follows ‘Rabbit Heart’, is taut and sparse, precise and slightly ghostly in quality, whereas ‘Howl’ is an entrancing shamanistic stream of consciousness that evokes much of the savagery, wildness and otherworldly beauty of the record. Like an aural Angela Carter story, it is crammed full of imagery, blood and wolves. Amongst the very high standard of songs on the album, this is possibly the best.

How did the band go from the raw guitar rock of ‘Kiss With A Fist’ to this? Well, Welch is clearly a girl who knows her Kate Bush from her Tori Amos, her Patti Smith from her Polly Harvey. Like Patrick Wolf, she seems to be an artist who enjoys, and feels comfortable in, a studio environment while being equally comfortable in a live environment. Both songwriters are equally prodigious talents as well as sophisticated and sensitive songwriters so it's a fair comparison.

Florence + The Machine, who are currently comprised of Florence Welch, Rob Ackroyd, Chris Hayden, Isabella Summers and Tom Monger, took the comparatively old fashioned route of gigging a lot before recording, and this shows in the sophistication and confidence of the finished record. ‘Kiss With A Fist’, the bands first single, was written by Florence while she was still at school. It is her young punk song, in which a couple brawl increasingly violently in a bedroom, and the runaway feel of the escalating violence is echoed by the runaway guitars and drums of the song, plus Welch’s increasingly reckless vocals. The song that follows it on the record, ‘Girl With One Eye’ also has violence as a strong theme, and it’s a very tense, menacing song with an air of sexual ambiguity (“I slipped my hand under her skirt. I said don’t worry it’s not going to hurt”) and gothic imagery alluding to cutting out eyeballs and the like, possibly reflecting Welch’s rumoured appreciation of Edgar Allen Poe.

This gothic element is also evident in ‘Drumming Song’, the band’s most recent single. In the video Welch is shown in a black leotard, high heels and cape alongside other black clad girls, dancing in a very white, light, church in Shoreditch. They look slightly bat-like in their costumes, and as the song is quite hot blooded and sexy, as well as very hard and percussive, the mood is intense but swaggery. Welch sings of a sensation that is “sweeter than heaven” and “hotter than hell”, hence the religious imagery, and while the video is eye catching, the song itself is a very strong single, and does the band proud.




By strong contrast to the single is the song ‘Between Two Lungs’, a sparse, eerie and oddly beautiful piece, which has an interesting history. It’s become important to Welch because it signifies the moment when the sound started to come together, and she began to feel comfortable within her own musical skin. She wrote it by pounding on the walls of her friend’s 8-track studio with her hands to make the percussion, and then wrote the melody on piano, an instrument she can’t actually play. The backing vocals were recorded before the lead was, and the experience taught her to be confident in experimenting to achieve the sound she wanted. The song itself is about a kiss, and it’s a sensual, tender moment amidst the emotional rage and passion. 

It is followed by ‘Cosmic Love’, which begins as a delicate swirl of harp, piano and angelic vocals before the drums come crashing in and Welch’s voice becomes more aggressive. This song has that contrast of sweet tenderness and savage violence, and it’s emotive and large in scope and sound, contrasting pain with beauty. The hand of such predecessors as 'Hounds Of Love' and Curve’s Cherry EP can be heard on it, but lightly so.

Perhaps the most subtle song on the album is ‘My Boy Builds Coffins’, a remarkably stripped down and straightforward piece, with a folky-goth sensibility that is reminiscent of both All About Eve and Patrick Wolf circa ‘Wind In The Wires’. It could easily be neglected and passed by by listeners, but whoever picked the running order for this record picked well because, set after the sparse light and shade of ‘Between Two Lungs’ and the crashing emotion of ‘Cosmic Love’ it works very well.

The subtlety of ‘My Boy Builds Coffins’ pre-empts the poppier quality of ‘Hurricane Drunk’, which I would wager on as a future single, if only because it should appeal to what one critic has dubbed “Lily Allen’s school for wayward girls”, it being about going out and getting absolutely slaughtered. It also comes in at just over three minutes, has a buoyant tune and a sing along chorus, though it’s quite deceptive as well because the lyrics are so bleakly masochistic: “I’m going out, I’m gonna drink myself to death, and in the crowd, I see you with someone else.” I feel sure that many of us, whether we happen to be one of Lily’s wayward girls or not, have had at least one night out like that. Welch has said, incidentally, that she writes her best songs when drunk or hungover, which I can’t help but think might cause her problems later on: Disorientated, bewildered, lucid but not really with it = states in which to write good songs apparently. Others would probably agree, but I can’t help but think about the long term implications of this, if only because the (very) public persona of Amy Winehouse hangs over so many young songwriters these days, especially the girls, like a most unedifying vision of the future. In many ways, Florence + The Machine have made life rather more difficult for themselves, musically speaking, by mining a series of deep, powerful and often unpleasant or dangerously euphoric emotions rather than going for the safer subjects, but I don’t think Welch would want it any other way.

The final two tracks on the album, ‘Blinding’ and ‘You’ve Got The Love’ are typical of this drive for perfection. ‘Blinding’, while sharing a number of chromosomes with ‘Drumming Song’, notably its dominant percussion, is a darkly hypnotic track, both bleaker in sound and subject than ‘Drumming Song’, making for a strong, albeit intense, ride. ‘You’ve Got The Love’, a cover of The Source and Candi Staton’s ‘You Got The Love’ is a credible guitar led take on a song that is indisputably a modern classic. The band regularly perform this song as their encore when playing live, and the resulting version holds itself up well without surpassing the original. Welch is pitch perfect in her delivery, suggesting a strong sense of familiarity with the song, and it’s a brave choice of cover, one that reflects the high standards of the band.

In February of this year, Florence + The Machine won the critics choice for most promising rising star at the Brit Awards. This award, and it’s predecessor Best Newcomer, has something of a chequered history, at times being unerringly accurate (such as in 1999 when the public were allowed to vote and chose Belle and Sebastian over Steps) while at other times seeming like the kiss of death (They Might Be Giants in 1991) so its fair to say that it’s led to a certain amount of unhealthy interest in the band, and in Welch. That girls are seemingly in fashion, musically speaking, this year also adds to the sense of both expectation and cynicism, with a recent commentator on a Guardian article (which wasn’t even about Florence + The Machine, but which did happen to mention them) accusing Florence of the cardinal sin of trying “too hard”. This in itself begs a number of questions as regards the metaphorical codebook issued as part of the initiation into the cult of indie, nonetheless being why should trying be a sin, and how can you try “too hard”? Post Brit Award, the band were shortlisted for the Mercury Music Prize, but did not win. 

Whatever the future holds for Florence + The Machine, I for one can only hope that Welch makes it through and survives, remaining both sane and unembittered by the process. I also dearly hope that she continues to make startlingly original emotive music that is both exhilarating and ambitious.

Monday, 16 November 2015

To suck, or not to suck...

Manchester city centre, on TUC march day, October 4th 2015 (date setting on camera not set up before using)
This piece is inspired by a panel discussion I attended at Louder Than Words on Sunday 15th November. The title of the discussion was 'Is the Enemy Really Free?', a coded reference to the NME, Britain's last weekly music paper, and it's decision two months ago to go free.

A lot was discussed in the discussion, and it is a massive area, but it made me think about my own relationship with journalism and blogging, with being a paid writer and an unpaid writer, and what it all might mean....

To make sense of it all, I need to go right back to the beginning.

The Fanzine Writer:

When I was 14, I started a fanzine, Aggamengmong Moggie, which I wrote, edited, printed and copied myself. It came out every two months (by and large, I paused for exams a couple of times) for six years and was distributed firstly by Piao! the underground distribution network, gig promotion unit and record label in London, secondly by Little Green Man, the Mancunian tape label. Neither of which took a percentage of the cover price to distribute it. No one paid me to write it, and I don't think it ever covered costs, but, up to a point, I did have complete creative control.

Up to a point? Well, if you want to look at it under an ethical microscope, I was reliant on means of production that were perhaps not ethical: It was photocopied and printed using devices made by Canon, a multi national conglomerate, and I had no idea at the time what their ethics were. Similarly, photocopy toner isn't particularly environmentally friendly. I did, when I was printing and copying it myself at home, use recycled paper though.

The website writer and editor:

Moving on, I started writing for The F-Word website in 2002, at which point the site was basically Catherine Redfern (founder and editor) and any contributors she could find. She wasn't paying herself a wage, and none of the contributors were paid a wage either. The F-Word has expanded considerably since 2002, it now has section editors and a blogging team, plus a social media team, as well as contributors. None of these people are paid. I still write for The F-Word, and spent two and a half years working for the site as a Music Review Editor between 2011 and 2013, a job I was happy to do for free because I really liked the idea of being a Music Review Editor at a UK feminist website, an opportunity for which there was no paid equivalent, and it seemed like a really interesting dynamic to work with.

Did I make use of free music platforms? Yes, I did, and I do. I often feel that I have no choice.

What you may or may not know is that sourcing promo is always a bit of a lottery when you aren't an established journalist. The F-Word has very respectable page view figures, but the site isn't always known or understood by music PR's, and coupled with the sites editors and writers not being well known authors and writers by and large, this does tend to place us at a disadvantage.

Some PR's are great, and we were able to source some really good stuff and get our reviewers on the guest list for some amazing gigs that we half expected to be knocked back for. But some PR's and labels definitely have the attitude that they will only give you access to some of their clients and their work (usually new signings not getting much press elsewhere), not all of it, leading to a two tier system which can lead to less established writers scrabbling around for solutions beyond the world of PR and promo. I have, on a number of occasions, waited until release day, logged into Spotify, and hammered the streams of certain albums for a few days in order to get a review done and in within a respectable window of the release date. I've, on one occasion, burnt a copy of an album I'd purchased myself but wanted a reviewer to review because promo would have taken too long to sort out.

And then there have been albums that we should have reviewed, but couldn't because no one would send us the promo, it wasn't on Spotify, and it needed to be done quickly. There was also at least one interview we would have loved to have done with a famously pro feminist pop star, but we couldn't get past the gatekeepers of her agent and PR team.

Pictures are another issue, and it's one that has got worse in the past few years because, as photographers have become more assertive in enforcing copyright (and who can blame them for that?) people are much less inclined to put photos up on flickr under a creative commons licence. The only way around this, as a writer or editor working for free, is to start taking your own pictures and only use them, to constantly find new sources of creative commons images as websites such as flickr dry up, or not to use pictures. The F-Word has no photographers, but it does have a picture editor, whose job it is to trawl the net looking for creative commons friendly images. Whether you feel any sympathy for journalists in this situation or not, it's worth considering that a number of charities, including Cat's Protection, also make use of creative commons images on their blogs and websites.

Does the F-Word exploit it's writers? I would say no, for a number of reasons. Chiefly because I realised, during my two and a half years as an editor, that the balance of power lay much more with the writers than it did with the editors at the site. We didn't receive so many contributions that we could afford to reject stuff or, at least, not without a very good reason. Reasons would include pieces that were not feminist in sentiment (and The F-Word is a feminist website), or contributors who turned out, after a few checks by us, to be people with a business interest in their subject that they weren't being at all transparent about. On a rare occasion we also rejected two pieces on Rihanna on the basis that we'd already run a piece fairly similar to both of them fairly recently. But with those pieces we did accept or commission we would always work with the writer on the piece until it was ready to be published, however bad the first draft was or however awkward and difficult the writer was to work with. We were shafted by some writers. But I can't think of an occasion when, as a writer, I've been shafted by editors at The F-Word. And that's why I still write for the site.

Digital Disruption and the British class system:

Southwark, London, July 2015
It's not just digital disruption that has caused music journalism to be devalued and writers to write for free, it's also the system of media internships and patronage within the British media. Both of these factors have led to a situation where a media career (in the general sense, not just in a music journalism sense) is increasingly out of reach for anyone who isn't from a rich background, or who has parents or other relatives already working in the media. This leads, by a logical leap, to a media that not only doesn't understand what is really going on in the country it seeks to cover (and coverage of Manchester and the issues around the TUC march in October as covered in the media, particularly The Guardian, really did bring this home to me,) but also to some really terrible choices when it comes to the promotion of music and culture. Coldplay were surely the classic example of this.

Paid freelance music journalism: 

So what of paid music journalism? Well, my experience is somewhat limited, but I did contribute reviews and short pieces to Record Collector magazine for two and a half years between 2005 and 2007. At that time, the rates were £10 for 200 word album reviews and £25 for Diggin' For Gold pieces, which were 250 word length pieces on collectible items. They ran gig reviews, but didn't pay for them.

As someone whose areas of musical interest weren't always covered by Record Collector (Riot Grrrl for example) or were being covered by more established writers already (punk), my areas of specialism ended up being 80s girl bands (an area no one would surely want to fight me for) and bands who had recorded sessions for John Peel. I didn't mind this that much, but it did mean that I couldn't write about what I was most interested in, musically, and get paid for it. Similarly, today, it is highly unlikely that I would be commissioned to write over 1,000 words on Florence + The Machine for anyone other than The F-Word. 

This isn't just because it seems unlikely that, say, Mojo, would give a full page review to a Florence + The Machine album, but also because, if they did, such a review commission would not be given to me, it would be given to a more experienced and established music journalist with a more proven track record.

The Wage Don't Fit:

Anyone doing the maths here will have realised that, whether writing for Record Collector or for The F-Word, it is impossible for me to make a living purely from writing for these publications. You are right. I even had a book chapter commission while I was writing for Record Collector, but off the back of stuff I'd written for The F-Word. The book chapter was a flat fee of £700, paid in three instalments, with no royalties, and all the writers did receive their money... eventually.

So, here it comes: The only reason I can afford to write at all is because I have a full time library job, and I can earn the equivalent of two album reviews for Record Collector in about an hour.  From a purely economic point of view, it makes much more sense to do two hours overtime in my library than it does to review four albums. What is ironic, and somewhat depressing, is that libraries are also subject to a massive extent of digital disruption. Having gone into libraries as a job while waiting for my writing career to take off, back in 2004, it is sad to see both careers going south at the same time.

The fruits of a particularly appalling two month period at my library, June 2015
But would I work as a volunteer library assistant, unpaid? I would be absolutely fucking incandescent if this were put to me in exchange of my current library job, and I would categorically refuse to do it. As such, I understand completely why writers such as Barney Hoskyns, who was on the panel at Louder Than Words, feel so strongly about the issue, to the extent of setting up the Facebook campaign Don't Work For Free

But...

I also understand why young, un-established writers feel that they have little choice but to work for free, either by writing for publications that don't pay, or by doing unpaid internships in the hope of gaining sufficient experience to get paid writing work.

I have a sliding scale on this:


  • I won't write for free for publications that pay their editors and staff writers but don't pay their freelances. 
  • But I will write for free for charities or organisations that are on a par with charities, finance wise, if I agree with and support their organisation and ideals.


For me, the issue is also complicated by my roots in fanzines: Working for free, or at a loss, is something I've done for a very long time.

Would I sell out, or, to quote the panel at Louder Than Words "Suck Satan's cock" in order to get work? I would do as I do now, take every commission on a case by case basis.

Talking and getting paid for it (usually...)

Aside from writing, I do make a very modest amount of money (all declared, along with the paid writing, to HMRC by the way...) from doing talks about riot grrrl, fanzine culture, punk and women.

I've only ever not been paid once, and that was a talk for The Working Class Movement Library in Salford for part of their Hidden Histories series. The WCML are a registered charity, and their funding from Salford Council has been absolutely slashed. They rely increasingly on donations. I greatly admire the library, and it's work and, as such, I was happy to provide my time for free. That the library is in Salford helped with this because it meant my travel and accommodation costs were nil. Could I have done this in a library in London? No, not unless my accommodation and travel costs were paid, at the very least, and even then, it would depend on what the commission was and who it was for.

Being a blogger

I stumbled into blogging by accident really. I set up my first blog, Because Grrrls Like To Read, to publish a seemingly unpublishable novel and discuss issues around riot grrrl and women and punk. I don't maintain this blog anymore, but I do another blog now as Too Late For Cake.

Too Late For Cake didn't have a financial motive behind it, and I didn't have a clue about who would read it, or if people would follow it, or like it, or share it... All I knew was that I wanted to write about the 2010 student protests in Manchester, and that it dovetailed quite nicely with the idea of blogging about weird things that happen on buses in Greater Manchester, and other observational stuff. I now see it as an extension of the kind of work I was doing with Aggamengmong Moggie back in 1993 and, as such, would never dream of the possibility that anyone would pay me for it.

That's not to say you can't blog and get paid for it, and that, as such, the lines between newspapers, magazines, and blogs are increasingly blurred.

While most of the stuff I write for Too Late For Cake could never be published on a paid blog, there has been the odd piece I've written for it, and for the F-Word blog, where I could perhaps have adapted it, made it sharper and snappier, made it more antagonistic and J'accuse in tone, but... I didn't want to.

That doesn't mean I haven't ruled out writing specially written, tailored blog pieces for paid titles. I just haven't bothered to explore it because I'm happy doing Too Late For Cake. If I lost my library job next week, or next year, I might well reconsider because money would suddenly be a lot more pressing. But writing deliberately provocative pieces for 'Comment Is Free' would make me feel pretty dead inside, and would definitely constitute sucking Satan's cock for me. Admittedly, not as much as writing for the Daily Mail would, but...

What happens now?

There is no straightforward answer to this, as I think the panel at Louder Than Words recognised. In an hour and a half, they were unable to cover everything they wanted to say. Similarly, I didn't contribute to the discussion at all because it barely even touched on writing, it focused much more on music and musicians, arguably a more emotive and sympathetic group than music writers.

While the old models of music journalism have gone, or are going, it's hard to say whether music journalism will itself survive. Similarly, it's too early to say whether libraries will survive. Digital disruption is here to stay, and many, many professions will go to the wall in the next ten or twenty years. The only uncertain thing is which ones.

All photographs copyright Cazz Blase, 2015.