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Punk band Speedy Ortiz opens hotline for fans being harassed at shows
Massachusetts-based band Speedy Ortiz has opened a “help hotline” for fans to use if they “are being harassed, or feel unsafe and need help” at shows. The plan aims to limit all harassment, including “oppressive and marginalizing actions and micro-aggressions,” taking place in their audiences. If successful, the hotline could be a game changer for live music.
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canine exhales my steam faced spit bath. tippy toed. noses nippy cold touch. i’m looking up through gnarling gashers through drooley jowls peering into my peer. canine ate seven sick five year olds. canine ate seven sick five year olds. baretoothed brawls lost. what they unmindedly kick. we shrug and barely bearhug. grapple down to the ground. it’s the same ground grounding us. the same ground grounding those that ground us. a b c d e f g h i j k, lost! time to move on they say. “i’m sorry, but you gotta go.” i’m hoping once i’m a big kid and i look down to the ground it’ll seem further away. canine ate seven sick five year olds. canine ate seven sick five year olds.
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Speedy Ortiz Release A Help Hotline For Their Fans
We’re unfortunately in a time where the safety of more and more people at shows has been jeopardized. Whether this is a new occurrence or something that is finally being addressed is not important. The important fact here is that it’s being addressed. In comes Speedy Ortiz who, in the last few days, have released a hotline where the patrons of their shows can call and address the situation. Take a look below to see their full statement. Personally, I love this idea and it’s great to see a band taking action and allowing themselves to be available for their fans.
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Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch? That’s the thread that you curse, curse constantly. An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay… From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
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East Hastings Godspeed You! Black Emperor F♯ A♯ ∞ (1997)
i can still hear the ringing in my ears your face is burned into the back of my eyelids
Last year was a better place, we thought we were brothers. This year though, is different, we’ve found we can’t trust one friend from another, one man from the next; we’re left with our shadows, we’re left with lies regret and hope, all of the things that build us up…that make us hurt. Dear god If you’re there please show yourself so we can breathe and know that we’re okay, that we are not just ‘friends we don’t know, friends that we miss, friends that will never grow up from kids.’ I wish I could take back all that I’ve said, I wish I could take back all that I’ve done but I know I can’t, what’s now’s not then, and there’s no point in having best friends. What we have will not come back, so we’re left with this: people that we think we love, it’s them we cannot trust. It’s them who will hurt us, them who will leave us searching and praying for things left in last year.
Siouxsie Sioux - Siouxsie & the Banshees - Ca. 1977 at the Vortex Club, Wardour Street, London (Photo by Mick Mercer)
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I’ll bite through my cheek to prove i’m still here you can’t replace the feeling of adapting to feel at all nihilistic, reserved, defensive and not unheard so praise yourself for being alive the masochist dance goes on Soft breath, black lungs, empty sighs, tired cries, I can’t recall a time when we cherished our condition We are insecurtities packed in perfectly frail bodies, isn’t that the complexity that we romanticized? With a self deprived notion that things won’t get better. (It gets better)
(I donât know why you try to act like were still friends) i donât see why you try so hard to make it look that weâre alright, and that weâre still friends. I just donât see the point in it, because itâs quite obvious to both of us that weâve passed that point now. itâs all long gone. whenever, whenever i see that expression on your face. I just, i just want to be on my own, at home.
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SOMETIMES I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK.
