SOUL GLO @ Space 1026 05 / 28 / 15
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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SOUL GLO @ Space 1026 05 / 28 / 15
Tear my body limb from limb Sew me up in virgin skin I want to be born pure again
The skeletons in my closet are all dressed up in t-shirts of the bands I loved at sixteen. Every one is singing a song about how I’ll never grow out of the people I used to be, but the color patterns and melodies don’t fit me anymore. I still try them on once in a blue moon to see if I’ve shrunk down to size again. I’ve discarded the articles across old homes. Some never really belonged to me anyway. They now serve as tangible reminders of time spent there or elsewhere, no matter how brief. How much is my history worth? FIRE SALE HALF OFF BUY ONE GET ONE ALL ITEMS MUST GO Or does it appreciate in value as it ages? Maybe the entire collection could be bundled as a complete memorabilia of past lives, packaged and sold to the highest bidder. I’ve never been good at letting go of what once was, what could be again. I will cover myself layer by layer, cocooning in a makeshift shelter of old identities. When I am ready, I will molt my past skin and emerge new again.
“I’m Getting Rid of My T-Shirt Collection”
trying out some new things with the lovely racheldispenza (we give you: the currently unnamed anna ladd/rachel dispenza girl punk side project)
grabbing me on the street though we have yet to meet from the safety of your backseat just guys bein dudes
Girls to the Stage is a compilation created to promote Philly’s finest females who are already doing the damn thing and to empower other ladies to pick up an instrument and join ‘em. These wonderful artists were gracious enough to let us to record one track each, put it on a tape, and throw this show to see ‘em shred, all the proceeds of which benefit Girls Rock Philly!!
EVENT: https://www.facebook.com/events/683173391804855/
TICKETS: https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/833227
COMPILATION: https://girlstothestage.bandcamp.com/
Flyer by Michelle Krysztofiak
!! TONIGHT !!
Girls to the Stage is a compilation created to promote Philly's finest females who are already doing the damn thing and to empower other ladies to pick up an instrument and join 'em. These wonderful artists were gracious enough to let us to record one track each, put it on a tape, and throw this show to see 'em shred, all the proceeds of which benefit Girls Rock Philly!!
EVENT: https://www.facebook.com/events/683173391804855/
TICKETS: https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/833227
COMPILATION: https://girlstothestage.bandcamp.com/
Flyer by Michelle Krysztofiak
THE HOTELIER World Cafe Live, Philly 11/28/14
Girls to the Stage is a compilation created to promote Philly's finest females who are already doing the damn thing & to empower other ladies to pick up an instrument & join 'em. These wonderful artists were gracious enough to let us to record one track each, put it on a tape with Girls Cartel Records, & throw this show to see 'em shred, all the proceeds of which benefit Girls Rock Philly!!
April 29th @ First Unitarian Church Tix: https://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/833227 AMANDA X
MANNEQUIN PUSSY
FAKE BOYFRIEND
SHANNEN MOSER
ROYA WEIDMAN
VVEED VVOLF
Event page: https://www.facebook.com/events/683173391804855/706417556147105
The Comp: https://girlstothestage.bandcamp.com/
Me as hell
is that a tiny juliataylor5 I see in the corner?
nope sideburnsandamustache it must be racheldispenza …? lol maybe
not I says me!
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my friends in Soul Glo were kind enough to bring me on their first small tour last week. it's been incredible to watch this project develop over the past seven months, and I continue to be nothing but impressed by these four, both individually and as a unit.
if you haven't yet, check out their first full length.
past a certain time of night, I refuse to talk to people like you. if it takes you until darkness encompasses the world to think about me, I can guarantee you are thinking about one thing and it is not a larger concern for my well being. it is 12:30 in the middle of the night and if you ask me how I am doing it is only because you are hoping that soon the answer will be you. it is 2 o’clock in the fucking morning and if you ask me what is up my answer will be “your throbbing cock as you picture what I look like removing my clothes for you.” I am not here for your imagination. I am not your play thing and I will never be you nightly fling. by daylight you will not think of me. it is 6:41 on a Wednesday evening in December. I write this from the toilet seat in the bathroom of the art building as John Darnielle assures me that he is going to make it through this year if it kills him. I am not confident in my ability to do the same. I bled through the temporary toilet paper pad and I bled through my grey cotton underwear and I bled through my favorite pair of tights and I am amazed that I still contain the fluids to accomplish this feat, having long ago been bled dry by you and your predecessors, predators that have taught me I am only useful for one thing. I am only useful for my body.I am only useful for my body’s ability to feed your need to feast. you and your predecessors, predators who treat me like prey, who ravage me until there is nothing left and move on to more fertile grounds. predators only care about what they can take, never taking care of that which they reap. you never took care of me; you only took advantage of everything I had to give you. now all I have to offer is this, my bloody underwear, the one thing you want in the middle of the night.
there will be no more feasting this year (via racheldispenza)
past a certain time of night, I refuse to talk to people like you. if it takes you until darkness encompasses the world to think about me, I can guarantee you are thinking about one thing and it is not a larger concern for my well being. it is 12:30 in the middle of the night and if you ask me how I am doing it is only because you are hoping that soon the answer will be you. it is 2 o’clock in the fucking morning and if you ask me what is up my answer will be “your throbbing cock as you picture what I look like removing my clothes for you.” I am not here for your imagination. I am not your play thing and I will never be you nightly fling. by daylight you will not think of me. it is 6:41 on a Wednesday evening in December. I write this from the toilet seat in the bathroom of the art building as John Darnielle assures me that he is going to make it through this year if it kills him. I am not confident in my ability to do the same. I bled through the temporary toilet paper pad and I bled through my grey cotton underwear and I bled through my favorite pair of tights and I am amazed that I still contain the fluids to accomplish this feat, having long ago been bled dry by you and your predecessors, predators that have taught me I am only useful for one thing. I am only useful for my body. I am only useful for my body’s ability to feed your need to feast. you and your predecessors, predators who treat me like prey, who ravage me until there is nothing left and move on to more fertile grounds. predators only care about what they can take, never taking care of that which they reap. you never took care of me; you only took advantage of everything I had to give you. now all I have to offer is this, my bloody underwear, the one thing you want in the middle of the night.
there will be no more feasting this year
ROZWELL KID World Cafe Live, Philly 11/28/14