“The evening had begun just as memorably. [Beyonce] opened the show partnering with Prince for a Purple Rain medley. The timeless, mysterious legend lending his endorsement to pop’s next great. “I’ve had shows where I performed with a broken heel, or when I went into a back bend and tried to catch-and missed- Jay’s belt buckle during ‘Déjà Vu’ at the BET Awards…but that night with Prince, I was in a trance,” she explains. “I don’t remember anything after I walked through the smoke onstage. I was definitely Sasha that night, completely free.””—dream hampton, Beyonce: Portrait of a Lady (Giant Magazine, 2008)
'1 + 1' songwriter The-Dream did his best Prince last album but baby boy knows he doesn't have Bey's fortitude. This is some side B Purple Rain shit — slightly flanged-out guitar and all — and it’s Vatican City up in this vocal booth. Dream knew what he was doing in the songwriting – the descending piano chords/notes are the selfsame [or close] as ‘Purple Rain,’ and these two knew it would cast Beyonce as Mr. Rodgers Nelson’s sole successor. Who else can do it like this? Fucking hallelujah.
“I just discovered a new group called The Weekend that I love. It feels like old Missy, Aaliyah, mixed in with like techno, falsetto. I like remixes! I like four people on one song. I also like YACHT. I like Passion Pit. I love Lil Wayne. I love Hall & Oates.”—Kidada Jones [Aaliyah’s best friend] on what she’s listening to right now. The rest of the interview is sort of weird [she designs jewelry for Disney, and also BAMBI IS A FUCKING BOY???] but go in.
When Weiland was 12 years old and living in Ohio, he says a “big muscular guy, a high school senior… [who] rode the bus with me every day to school… invited me to his house. The dude raped me. It was quick, not pleasant. I was too scared to tell anyone. ‘Tell anyone,’ he warned, ‘and you’ll never have another friend in this school. I’ll ruin your fuckin’ reputation.’ Adds Weiland, “This is a memory I suppressed until only a few years ago when, in rehab, it came flooding back. Therapy will do that to you.”
Honestly not familiar with his music but this is very brave. There are a lot of guys out there who are dealing with trauma, shame and homophobic stigma and need to see stuff like this. We need more male survivors in the public eye who are willing to talk about their experiences. Already the SPIN article has people in the comments joking about it, because male-male rape is somehow universally regarded as hilarious (qv all the prison rape jokes you have ever heard).
(following dr-clear-heels might be the best thing i’ve done on tumblr in weeks)
Wow. It was really brave of Weiland to share this in an interview.
I usually skip songs I don’t instantly recognize unless I’m distracted during the transition or if something in the first few seconds triggers a sense of familiarity — despite having never heard the song — that makes me linger. The button attached to my headphone chord makes it easy to do this…
Haha oh my god, word to Maura for keeping us abreast of all these SUPER IMPORTANTE XOJANE DECISIONS.
Why don’t they just feed the What Courtney Wore site into that shit? Also, if Courtney writes incoherently/grammatically incorrectly/curse wordily, will The Polisher attempt to make her sound like she didn’t speedtype everything into an iPhone?
If Jane wants to be consistent in total resurrection of the 1990s, I have compiled a short list of people she could get to blog:
“Furthermore, West’s sense of betrayal is clearly more personal than ideological. In Hedges’s article West claims that a true progressive would always put love of the people above concern with the elite and privileged. Then he complains, “I couldn’t get a ticket [to the inauguration] with my mother and my brother. I said this is very strange. We drive into the hotel and the guy who picks up my bags from the hotel has a ticket to the inauguration… We had to watch the thing in the hotel.” Let me get this straight—the tenured, Princeton professor who collects five figures for public lectures was relegated to a hotel television while an anonymous hotel worker got tickets to the inauguration! What kind of crazy, mixed up class politics are these? Wait a minute…”—Man, Melissa Harris Perry goes IN on Cornel West trying to discredit/disparage Obama… including West’s weird and mean-spirited racial comments on the President.
Also, does any of this matter anymore, when anyone on earth can be Jane Pratt, to assert their personality on any platform of their choosing? Did Tumblr Kill Sassy? FILM AT 11. All I know is my Google Reader feed, packed with perblogs, is thus far more interesting to than the posts I’ve read on there. AND NO ONE ON MY RSS WILL TRY TO FRONT THAT ANYONE LIKED FUCKING PAULA COLE IN FUCKING 1996 ASIDE FROM THE MUSIC DIRECTOR OF FELICITY