terça-feira, novembro 29, 2005

goh

este blog encontra-se em retiro espiritual

4 dEZEMBRO - aula magna
5 dEZEMBRO - aula magna
6 dEZEMBRO - casa da música


(este blog também pede desculpa pela utilização da imagem de um pasquim.)

terça-feira, novembro 22, 2005

Guess who found an old fairy costume in the attic...

woohoooooooooooooo dididididiDIDIDIdidi

domingo, novembro 20, 2005

Faltam 14 dias...

para dEUS.

entrei oficialmente em contagem decrescente. as putas das góticas Lenore, Wednesday e Linda (a linda não escreve neste blog, mas podia muito bem ser uma puta de goh honorária) vão estar na aula magna para ver dEUS no primeiro de 3 concertos que se irão realizar em portugal. tenho pena de não os poder ver na casa da música, mas não consegui bilhetes atempadamente... aliás tenho pena, mas não muita porque não vai ser na sala vermelha e nunca estive na aula magna, por isso será uma experiencia nova. posto isto, e para manter o tema deste blog, aproveito para relembrar a pergunta que uma jornalista nos fez, enquanto esperavamos nas grades do Sudoeste 2003 encharcadas até aos ossos da chuva que decidiu fazer-nos companhia toda a tarde:
- quem é que vocês estão aqui para ver?
- dEUS.
- ah, só queria saber o que é que as meninas de preto vinham ver.
- ...

santa ignorância... foi por estas e por outras bocas estúpidas com que lidamos no dia-a-dia, por nos vestirmos maioritáriamente de preto, que surgiu este blog.


Nothing Really Ends

The plan it wasn't much of a plan
I just started walking
I had enough of this old town
had nothing else to do
It was one of those nights
you wonder how nobody died
we started talking
You didn't come here to have fun
you said: "well I just came for you"
But do you still love me?
do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance
with someone I've been
pushing away

And touch we touched the soul
the very soul, the soul of what we were then
With the old schemes of shattered dreams
lying on the floor
You looked at me
no more than sympathy
my lies you have heard them
My stories you have laughed with
my clothes you have torn

And do you still love me?
do you feel the same
And do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again

You lost that feeling
You want it again
More than I'm feeling
you'll never get
You've had a go at
all that you know
You lost that feeling
so come down and show

Don't say goodbye
let accusations fly
like in that movie
You know the one where Martin Sheen
waves his arm to the girl on the street
I once told a friend
that nothing really ends
no one can prove it
So I'm asking you now
could it possibly be
that you still love me?
And do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again

I take it all from you
...


*sigh*

O DJ serginho está lá!

Ainda as desfaço aqui dentro! Não me deixaram ficar pró goh industrial!!!

sábado, novembro 19, 2005

Hoje podia ter acordado assim

[clicar na imagem]

sexta-feira, novembro 18, 2005

UM apoia cultos góticos


Este cartaz está exposto pela universidade.
"É para dar sangue..." Tá bem, tá! It takes a goh to recognize another goh! Eles andam aí a espelhar a Palavra: "Sangue é vida, vamos todos partilhar o nosso sangue! COME OUT COME OUT, WHEREVERTHEFUCKS YOU ARE"
Não sei que tipo de rituais se passaram lá, mas o facto de ter sido em altura de lua cheia abre portas à imaginação! Gohs are TAKING CONTROL na UM.
E eu não estive lá :( Mas amanhã vou beber o sangue de judas! E vou passar pelo cemitério.
"EAT THE MEAT"
~Avé~

domingo, novembro 13, 2005

an underground railroad away from the shallow cultural biosphere you've been trapped in

Flash forward to the twenty-first century: an era of thriving musical experimentation and vibrant underground rock has come and gone, extinct largely because a music industry Grendel sank in his teeth and shook every indie scene until its neck snapped. Riot Grrrl was no exception. But the insular rock-musician boys club was also to blame, for continuing to evolve largely without women. Hanna played with Bikini Kill throughout her limelit Newsweek era, and during that quarter hour women were safer at shows. Her later projects—a solo record under the name Julie Ruin, and her current, electronic-inflected band Le Tigre—have been much less hyped. And after the spotlight moved off Bikini Kill, after Lilith Fair, girls ended up back at shows like Woodstock, where the cries of sexual abuse came not from the empowered women behind the mike, but from the girls in the crowd. And the pleas to "take it off" rang not from one keyed-up boy in the audience, but from several up on stage. Was it all for naught?
Dylan Siegler

"Years ago, at a Rock for Choice benefit show that Bikini Kill played, some female fans were assaulted in the audience-one in particular by a guy who was rubbing his penis on her. You'd think at a Rock for Choice show you'd be safe, but no. And so a bunch of girls grabbed him and dragged him outside. They didn't beat him up or anything, but they were stopped by security and told that if they didn't want these things to happen they should just stay home and rent videos. (...)
So, what would make a young woman today think that taking off her shirt at a concert is a good idea? Everything would make you think that. Everything! The world tells you that. Look anywhere! Watch VH1's Behind the Music, the Def Leppard one, where girls were pulling up their shirts in the crowd and the band would, like, pick the one they wanted. You learn that the only way to get rock-star power as a girl is to be a groupie and bare your breasts and get chosen for the night. We learn that the only way to get anywhere is through men. And it's a lie. Every time you turn on the TV or open Spin, or any kind of mainstream shit, what you see is just this rampant misogyny being sold as if it's the new rebellion, as if feminism completely took over and now these people are reacting against this new feminazi fascism that supposedly exists. Part of that has to do with the backlash against the Lilith Fair and the fake "year of the woman in rock" bullshit that happened recently. It's like, well, you girls got your 15 minutes and now we need to literally, you know, "take back the night." Except now it's Fred Durst, Limp Bizkit's singer, taking back the night.
When I think about it, the little girls at Korn concerts, like a lot of girls and women, probably have dads and other members of their family who are really sexist, and they're used to being discounted for being female. And if they're suffering psychological abuse and possibly sexual and physical abuse as well, that partly has to do with the fact that they're female.

I'm 31, and I'm really not that interested in mainstream music. But what if I was? And I couldn't go? Sure, there's Lilith Fair. But what happens to the women who don't like a lot of the folky stuff, who don't like the sweet, peace-and-love vibe? Where do those women go? Where is the smart, aggressive, angry female presence onstage and in the crowd?
With young women musicians, it may be a fear that if they call themselves feminists no one will ever talk about their music. But I think people are coming around. I've started to have more experiences where people are talking about my music. With Le Tigre, the fact that we're experimenting musically confuses people, because we're supposed to be toeing this political line: "Women, good! Men, bad!" My catchphrase for a while was a line from a Lung Leg song, "What we need is/ Kung-fu grip/ Not emotional content." We need to impart skills and teach each other to do things. We need to be acting and not always sitting around talking about it. I want both. I want theory and I want action and I want it all wrapped up together. And going out and performing music is one way to do that. One of the reasons I even got in a band was because I used to go to so many shows and feel so alienated. I was like, someday I'm going to take the stage and I'm going to make a safe space for women. There's so much to be had in women working together and completely saying fuck it to the whole male power structure."

Kathleen Hanna

artigo completo aqui.

fiz este post porque já que este espaço tem tantas visitas, que sirva uma vez por outra para reflectirem sobre coisas importantes. eu não gosto de rótulos, mas concordo com o que foi dito acima. como mulheres, temos que nos valorizar e não podemos colaborar nem tolerar tantas atitudes machistas com que todos os dias somos confrontadas. todos os dias sou discriminada sexualmente por ser rapariga, como se o facto de eu ser do género feminino me atribuisse um atestado de burrice e invalidadez para fazer certas tarefas. detesto quando gajos me abordam à noite num bar ou numa discoteca como se estivessem com o cio e continuam insistentemente a roçar-se ou a olhar ou seja lá o que for, mesmo depois de lhes ter sido dito "não". estou farta de sair à noite e ser considerada como "carne". estou farta de morar com um homem que acha que não deve fazer certas tarefas domésticas só porque é homem e vive com outras duas mulheres e usa este argumento para não ajudar sequer a levantar a mesa. estou farta de viver numa sociedade assim. e não, não sou feminista, como já me chamaram muitas vezes. apenas acho que nós como mulheres, devemos tentar fazer alguma coisa para mudar esta mentalidade que nos tira direitos mesmo dentro de casa, nem que seja a fazer o que estou a fazer, a escrever num blog.


sexta-feira, novembro 11, 2005

PAREM COM ISSO SUAS PUTAS!

quarta-feira, novembro 09, 2005

NEW RADIO

queria dedicar este post a uns certos visitantes que não largam isto ultimamente, vocês sabem quem são.

I'm so bored that I'd be entertained
even by a stupid fucking linoleum floor, linoleum floor
Your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor
I'll walk on it!
I'll walk all over you!
Walk on it, walk on it
walking ONE TWO
Who? Who? Who? Who?
[le tigre]



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whatever blah blah blah

seguindo o teor musical do post anterior...





Well I'm sure that it thills you
When you pull my strings like a poppet
But I can think for myself
And I'm not so sure about you
But whatever! blah blah blah...
I guess it's all the same tou you huh?

You spent a lifetime just calling on me
No threats no hunger for originality
I'm something you only imagined to be
Your dirty shame has you to blame
Your fucked up personality

Maybe I'm just very paranoid
But you're probably someone that I should avoid
You think that you leave your mark in society
But honey your world looks like a fashion magazine
Please pardon me for beeing candid
But what exactly's bugging you?
And what's bugging me?

Now there's nothing left for me
I'm just so tired and hostile

I want you to understand
That I don't wanna hold your hand
Through every little step you take
We're all allowed to make mistakes
But you've made a few among
And when I look at you reflected in your eyes
Your ordinary sadness looking back at me

You spent a lifetime just calling on me
No hunger no threats for originality
I'm something that you only imagined to be
I'm gonna get rid of your stupidity
I'm sick of you I'm sure
You're just so sick of me
I'm sick of it all, so sick
I'm sick of it all, so sick

[ electrocute ]

terça-feira, novembro 08, 2005

SUCK MY LEFT ONE!!!


Suck my left one
Sister, sister where did we go wrong?
Tell me what the fuck we’re doing here
Why are all the boys acting strange?
We’ve got to show them we’re worse than queer
1, 2, 3, 4
Suck my left one, suck my left one


\00/

sábado, novembro 05, 2005

Heavens

Eis que renascidas das cinzas, as putas das góticas voltam às trevas!




So open your eyes and see!!!



Oremos

terça-feira, novembro 01, 2005

"this is Halloween, this is Halloween"

Não podia deixar de verter umas gotas de sangue neste jardim sombrio nesta noite tão especial para todas as rosas negras que vagueiam pelas sombras da solidão, nas trevas deste mundo cruel.
Saudações mórbidas a todos os seres das trevas!