I'm sooo looking forward to Jamie XX's debut album (release June 1). I've been listening to 'Girl' and 'Loud Places' (which features the moody vocals of XX bandmate Romy) on repeat lately. These two have mastered singing about your sads, although the chugging beat and gospel choir-y samples in 'Loud Places' transform it into a feel good track. If you like London, skateboarding, and confetti, check out the clip for 'Loud Places' below.
I have a serious lady crush on Björk.
I think I was about 12 when I heard my first Björk song. My singing teacher introduced me to some of the most powerful and unique female voices of all time including Nina Simone, Lauryn Hill, Katie Noonan, and Björk. While singing didn’t stick, the music did. I remember being somewhat confronted by her howling, unpredictable voice and frenetic electronic beats. I’d never heard anything like it. It was a little beyond my R&B obsessed, 12 year old taste however, so I filed it away for a few years.
I rediscovered Björk in my late teens when music became my escape, solace, and way of understanding myself. I was a reserved teenager with a tide of repressed emotion swelling beneath the surface. I never quite had the confidence or ability to express it. Voices of people I’d never met like Thom Yorke, Kele Okereke, and Björk seemed to sing my feelings in a way I couldn’t.
Now I’m in my 20s and the Icelandic songstress has been among a handful of artists that have stuck with me from girlhood to womanhood. Here are two reasons why Björk is my hero:
1. She’s a gutsy feminist.
In a recent interview with Pitchfork she spoke up about gender inequality. She talked about having to fight to get credit for her work and to have her ideas heard in a male dominated industry.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to talk about that kind of thing for 10 years, but then I thought, “You’re a coward if you don’t stand up. Not for you, but for women. Say something” … I want to support young girls who are in their 20s now and tell them: You’re not just imagining things. It’s tough. Everything that a guy says once, you have to say five times… After being the only girl in bands for 10 years, I learned—the hard way—that if I was going to get my ideas through, I was going to have to pretend that they—men—had the ideas. I became really good at this and I don’t even notice it myself.”
2. Her ability to express all my feels
I don’t know many artists who can convey raw, unpolished emotion the way Björk can. Her style of expression is uniquely her own, yet her portrayal of universal human experiences is so on point. When Björk’s latest album ‘Vulnicura’ came out, it couldn’t have been better timing.I’d just been figuratively kicked in the guts by a boy I really liked – I was confused and in pain and trying to move on, while constantly looking back over my shoulder, wishing things could go back to the way they were. Björk’s voice, the sweeping strings, subtle beats and synths expressed a vulnerability, pain, and fighting hope I could completely relate to. I spent many nights driving and singing loudly and off key to it. It was incredibly cathartic.
In the same interview, she expressed how difficult it was to make Vulnicura –
“When I did this album – it all just collapsed. I didn’t have anything. It was the most painful thing I ever experienced in my life”
I’m incredibly grateful she did it anyway.
To conclude this love letter, I just want to say thanks Björk, for creating beautiful music, empowering women, and making a 24 year old’s quarter life crisis less of a crisis and more of a growing experience.
In your own words,
“If I regret us, I’m denying my soul to grow. Don’t remove my pain. It is my chance to heal.” (‘Notget’, Vulnicura)
Music feature for Outta Gum.
A sweet, folky rendition of a song from my childhood that still makes me feel good and want to be better #sharegoodness
If you'd asked me a month ago what my top 10 dream travel destinations were, America probably wouldn't have made the cut. But before you call me an unworthy, ungrateful sod let me tell you how much I loved and needed this holiday. The answer is: a lot. Here are some reasons the US of A now has a place in this skeptic's heart.
1. It's darn pretty. If you're a lover of the great outdoors as I am, then take a roadtrip across the States. From LA's Griffith Observatory to Utah's snow-capped mountains, there's a reason why they call it America the beautiful. Even the deserts are beautiful - in a vast, barren, cowboy-land kind of way. And that's just the west coast. If I lived in Utah, I'd definitely be taking advantage of the endless hiking and camping opportunities.
2. Food. Okay so this is also one of the reasons I hate America, but I had to embrace the supersized, processed deliciousness. It's all part of the experience. I'm absolutely sure I gained several kilos with all the food I consumed. Some highlights were Einstein Brothers Bagels (I need more schmear in my life), Cafe Rio Pork Burritos, In-N-Out Burger, Straws (where you can order any soda or milkshake cocktail experiment you like) and of course, the DONUTS.
3. Church History & General Conference. As a member of the LDS church, Salt Lake City is our equivalent of Mecca. Since I was little I dreamed of going to Salt Lake and seeing temple square and general conference. Even if you're not a Mormon though, it's definitely worth a look for the beautiful architecture and history. We visited historical monuments, walked along mountain trails that faithful pioneers pulled handcarts over in harsh conditions, and visited a bleak grave site in a deserted town called Iosepa (Joseph) where Hawaiian Mormons settled after leaving their island paradise to emigrate to Zion. It was humbling to be in places where so many sacrifices were made out of faith and a desire to practice religion freely.
I was also lucky enough to attend three sessions of general conference (a semi-annual worldwide conference where church leaders including prophets and apostles address us on relevant topics). The talks and music were amazing and it was great to be surrounded by people from all over the world who share the same beliefs.
4. The people. I met and reunited with some incredible people and it's this more than anything that has forever tied my heart to America. We hung out with my mum's sister's family we haven't seen since I was three and heard stories about my mum's parents (who passed away when I was young) from a hilarious Maori lady my mum calls Aunty even though we aren't related. We stayed with beautiful families - old friends and new ones. Dad caught up with old companions from his mission in the 80s. I hung out with friends from my mission and it was like no time had passed. We saw a missionary who had served in Melbourne when I was 9 and now has 4 gorgeous kids. Although the sightseeing, shopping, and food were great, these wonderful people were by far the highlight of my trip.
And now for some pictures care of my mother (I managed to lose my phone in SLC *facepalm*)!
1. It's darn pretty. If you're a lover of the great outdoors as I am, then take a roadtrip across the States. From LA's Griffith Observatory to Utah's snow-capped mountains, there's a reason why they call it America the beautiful. Even the deserts are beautiful - in a vast, barren, cowboy-land kind of way. And that's just the west coast. If I lived in Utah, I'd definitely be taking advantage of the endless hiking and camping opportunities.
2. Food. Okay so this is also one of the reasons I hate America, but I had to embrace the supersized, processed deliciousness. It's all part of the experience. I'm absolutely sure I gained several kilos with all the food I consumed. Some highlights were Einstein Brothers Bagels (I need more schmear in my life), Cafe Rio Pork Burritos, In-N-Out Burger, Straws (where you can order any soda or milkshake cocktail experiment you like) and of course, the DONUTS.
3. Church History & General Conference. As a member of the LDS church, Salt Lake City is our equivalent of Mecca. Since I was little I dreamed of going to Salt Lake and seeing temple square and general conference. Even if you're not a Mormon though, it's definitely worth a look for the beautiful architecture and history. We visited historical monuments, walked along mountain trails that faithful pioneers pulled handcarts over in harsh conditions, and visited a bleak grave site in a deserted town called Iosepa (Joseph) where Hawaiian Mormons settled after leaving their island paradise to emigrate to Zion. It was humbling to be in places where so many sacrifices were made out of faith and a desire to practice religion freely.
I was also lucky enough to attend three sessions of general conference (a semi-annual worldwide conference where church leaders including prophets and apostles address us on relevant topics). The talks and music were amazing and it was great to be surrounded by people from all over the world who share the same beliefs.
4. The people. I met and reunited with some incredible people and it's this more than anything that has forever tied my heart to America. We hung out with my mum's sister's family we haven't seen since I was three and heard stories about my mum's parents (who passed away when I was young) from a hilarious Maori lady my mum calls Aunty even though we aren't related. We stayed with beautiful families - old friends and new ones. Dad caught up with old companions from his mission in the 80s. I hung out with friends from my mission and it was like no time had passed. We saw a missionary who had served in Melbourne when I was 9 and now has 4 gorgeous kids. Although the sightseeing, shopping, and food were great, these wonderful people were by far the highlight of my trip.
And now for some pictures care of my mother (I managed to lose my phone in SLC *facepalm*)!
A bogan walking around the LA Temple
Four wheeling
Snow!
Salt Lake Temple
Conference
St George Temple Visitors Centre with the Ipsons (there are a lot of temples in Utah)
Someone told the gardener on temple square that tulips are my favourite
Bonneville Salt Flats (as in 'The World's Fastest Indian') - mum licked it
All shopped out
Cuzzies
Motab live at conference
Mission reunion
Hiking 'The Y' in Provo with an old mission friend
Pizza with my sistas
My mums