if you’ve recently heard sam smith’s version of “fast car,” which is going around a lot of blogs today (including outofficial)—please, please, please, promise me you will go listen to the original version. it’s not a heartfelt jazz cover about reckless love penned by a white british gay guy. it’s one small but important part of a fucking masterpiece of an album about being a dead broke, young black lesbian struggling to survive in a fucked up, racist country, and yet still daring to believe in love, and revolution, and a better life.
I have absolutely no quibble with discovering great older work through new covers, or even finding room to love both (or many) versions passionately. (I actually really like sam smith’s album, for whatever that’s worth.)
but in this case the history of the album is really, really important. it was this startlingly specific piece of art that still resonated enough with enough people in 1988 that it sold millions of copies and was nominated for an album of the year grammy. (which she didn’t win, though she she did take home three, including best new artist and best female pop vocal performance for “fast car”—which also went to #3 on the billboard hot 100, which is sort of impossible to believe but true.)
this album was one of those “i didn’t know we could do that” moments in my young life, and if you’ve never heard it before, i hope you’ll take the time to listen now. it holds up well. too well.
Hey Sydney siders. For those who are interested Amnesty International is showing Kanyini at their Chippendale office (not far from central station). It narrates the story of Aboriginal elder, Bob Randall and his insights into not only the stolen generation, but the issues facing Indigenous people and how they can move forward.
Other than being a great way of showing your support for Indigenous film and empowering Indigenous voices and narratives, you get to hear a speech from Aunty Deni and meet like minded people who are passionate about Indigenous issues.
As a sidenote over the next couple of months the Redfern group would love to have more members willing to work with us and coordinate campaigns that exposes oppressive government policies from the alarming rate at which Aboriginal children are taken from their families to NT Intervention. This event would be a great starting point to meet people and get involved. No skills are required and you can donate as little and as much time as you want.
Short answer: no idea. There’s just a chunk randomly missing from my heel.
Turns out I’d left small bloody footprints all over my room so I had to mop.
Teaser: ‘South Park’ season 18
My high tolerance for pain is sometimes horribly inconvenient. Like this morning it took me 15 minutes to realise that I was standing in a pool of my own blood and another 15 minutes to locate the source of the bleeding. My body is always at a certain level of discomfort I guess, so it’s hard to establish where I might be leaking.
Anyway. That’s why I spent this morning cleaning blood off the bathroom floor.
Los traseros y las grandes piernas siempre han sido mi mayor inspiración. Y no existe un deporte más adecuado para contemplarlos que el Rugby.
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ dolce & gabbana f/w 2013-14