My boyfriend, the hero 💕

My boyfriend, the hero 💕

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'Noise in Our Heads', by Evelyn Morris

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It really pains me to start an article like this, but here goes anyway: recently I posted something on Facebook that caused a bit of a stir.

I’m gonna publish a book called tastes of Melbourne women underground. So tired of male back-patting and exclusion of anything vaguely ‘feminine’ in subculture. We get it. You think you’re all awesome and we’re all just kinda average. Unless we sound like you. Ladies of Melbourne… Let’s please reject this culture.

The torrent of comments in response was overwhelming; it got up to 650 or so. (Probably at least 100 of those were mine, though… I got excited.) I wrote that post thinking that people would have a quick eye-roll and move on. Instead, I came to realise that I was not alone in feeling this way. That many of us, up to that point, had felt we needn’t even attempt to talk about it, because it seemed that no one would listen.

Out of this realisation I’ve embarked on the task of putting together an alternative, subjective musical history. The project is called ‘LISTEN’ and it’ll be written by many and varied feminists about the music they love and the musical experiences they’ve had. It’ll be published in book form and also as a website, so that as many voices as possible can be heard. The over-arching narrative of the publication will be formed by piecing together the material we’re presented with. So it’ll be a book written out of the act of listening.

But I’m writing this article to present my subjective opinion of the book that sparked the post, which I wrote having just read James Kritzler’s Noise in My Head. However, the discussion moved very quickly away from the book itself and onto broader discussions about feminism in music.

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Sorry, this is a meaningless post

Sorry, this is a meaningless post

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Oh goodness, it has reached that point in the night where I am drunk at home by myself, recording myself singing sad songs on Photobooth. And I had one eye on Facebook during one of the recordings and saw that my boyfriend liked “Marinating” as some kind of ridiculous (but effective) joke and began to giggle. How on earth does anybody maintain a good singing face?

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This little darling is purring like a lawnmower.

This little darling is purring like a lawnmower.

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There’s a chill in the autumn air that wasn’t there before. The change of seasons is my very favourite thing.

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Learning to be a better person is hard.

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The brain-gut connection can go and get fucked.

The brain-gut connection can go and get fucked.

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Everything’s ok, everything’s ok, everything’s ok.

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