This album matters for reasons beyond the music itself. Haze remains deliberate about sharing an honest, hopeful message.
Sometimes, I like to give you a theme to describe all the glorious new artists I’ve assembled for you; this month, the best I can tell you is that they’re all songs you might want to dance around like a lunatic to. Let’s get to it.
Melissa Laveaux was kind enough to drop by “Almost Famous” to tell us about Paris, her dark inspirations for songwriting and her insanely adorable guinea pig, Mister Gaga.
Many fans had their faith in Ani DiFranco restored today when she finally said “I’m sorry” — while many fans lost faith in much of Ani’s fanbase, who continue insisting she did nothing wrong.
This is a good time, self-reassurance, “you’re about to OWN the new year” kind of party. You got this.
The Spice Girls were, for a really fucking long time, the only women showing me how to live a philosophy I later came to call feminism.
Ani DiFranco was gonna host a songwriting retreat at a plantation! Yup. A PLANTATION. Here’s what happened when her fans found out about that.
“For some reason this movie really wants us to know that sometimes Britney and Jamie Lynn have wrestling matches and Jamie Lynn always wins. Picture that for a minute. Now move on.”
Booze Paired With Music: Some incredible androgynous dance music, torrential rain that washes away regrets, and also a whiskey drink. Nothing not to love here.
Dirty Gold release date, cover art, song and lyric video. Are you a puddle on the floor yet?
Were you actually discovered in a karaoke bar? “Yes, I was.” What were you singing? “Like the Way I Do’ by Melissa Etheridge.”
Something to listen to besides yourself crying.
This year, the Holigays are partnered with a strong sense of nostalgia – so I’m going back to basics (and back to the classics.)
Question: Tell me what you think about, B? You buy your own diamonds and you buy your own rings?
It’s “make videos of queer girls covering songs from the early 2000s that will make you feel nostalgic and angsty” week for the people of Billboard Magazine!
If you came to Autostraddle today to procrastinate on your finals work, this is the playlist for you.
Will you remember where you were when this happened?
In which I tell tall tales of the various indie rock, electronic and pop siren songs I heard echoed across the ocean by a chorus of whales as I navigated the briny deep with a parrot on my shoulder and a dream in my heart.
For rock’n'roll makers, scholars, appreciators, and everyone in between.
She may be only 23, but Mo Kenney is far from being a novice songwriter.