L. Smith

Luke Smith - Punk Rock, Basketball, Planes Mistaken For Stars, Denzel Washington, Have/Hold. www.havehold.bandcamp.com

stankface:

She is literally singing about riding dick. Not just any dick, but the dick that is standing right next to her. He’s not in the audience or backstage and she’s not being coy under the male gaze. She is singing about having sexual agency as a woman in an assertive fashion. Then at the end, she puts her hands on his hips and stands in a version of the wonder woman pose. If you don’t think Beyonce is the baddest womanist icon at the moment, then I’m going to ask you to reevaluate your life and get the fuck out of mine.

http://www.mamamia.com.au/beyonce/beyonce-and-jay-z-performance/

Last night at the Grammys, Bey and her husband Jay-Z performed their duet “Drunk in Love” together. It should have been absolute perfection: just the sexiest power couple in the universe gyrating on stage. But then Jay-Z rapped a couple of lines that ruined everything.In the third verse, he said this: “I’m like Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don’t play. Now eat the cake, Anna Mae. Said, Eat the cake Anna Mae!”

Beyonce echoes him, mouthing the words “Eat the cake, Anna Mae!”

Now, I’ve always sung that line as “Eat the cake, Anime” instead, thinking that for some reason Jay-Z really likes those adult Japanese cartoons, and also cake. But actually, it’s a reference to domestic violence.

I learned this from Twitter which exploded with comments immediately after the lines were performed.

Backstory: Ike Turner was the abusive, domineering man married to the iconic singer Tina Turner from 1962 – 1976. Anna Mae is Tina Turner’s real name. Simply put, Ike and Tina Turner were the Rihanna and Chris Brown of their era. Tina was the strong, beautiful singer who kept going back to an abusive husband. And this distressing narrative played out very publicly.

The phrase “Eat the cake, Anna Mae” comes from a famous scene in the biopic movie What’s Love Got To Do With It, based on Tina’s life.Angela Basset plays Tina and Laurence Fishbourne plays Ike – and it’s confronting.

This scene really changed the way people thought of Tina and Ike’s relationship – and, in a bigger sense, it portrayed with chilling accuracy what emotional, physical and verbal abuse can look like”

"So, in pop culture, the line “Eat the cake, Anna Mae” is really evocative. It’s become shorthand for spousal abuse.

Which brings us back to Beyonce…..

When Beyonce and Jay-Z both sang those exact words, in front of millions of people, Bey and Jay invoked the desperately sad story of Tina Turner. Why? Apparently, because it rhymes with the word “play”.

This is where my total bewilderment sets in.

Why would Bey and Jay, seen by many as the music industry’s greatest role models (she’s a self-proclaimed feminist who campaigns for gender pay equality, he’s condemned male rappers for using demeaning terms like ‘bitch’ and ‘ho’) invoke the experience of Anna Mae? Why make a flip reference to something as serious as domestic violence?

At what point did Jay-Z sit down and think it was a good idea to rap about being Ike Turner? And how could Beyonce, otherwise a feminist superhero, feature it on her self-titled album?

Ultimately, nobody is perfect. Not even Queen Bey. But it’s hard to see this as anything other than hugely disappointing.”


Yeaaahhhh what a bad bitch, right?

(Source: serfborts, via therhymescheme)

Luke Smith

—Funeral

Luke Smith - Funeral. 


Hi. I did something I have not done in a long time, and I went and recorded a new acoustic song. If you like it, please reblog it or whatever. Same routine as other shit I’ve recorded. Shitty phone recording with my old guitar, little mistakes left in here and there and yeah, I guess you could say the acoustic stuff I’m influenced by is Sundowner, Erica Freas, Bon Iver and stuff that leans more towards the dreary side of things. The song is called Funeral. Thanks.

You wore red to our funeral, but no one told me I had died. And that night, that night I kissed you goodbye, I thought maybe I could dig up that heart I buried, and learn to love again. I thought maybe I could sew my fingers back on and sing songs again. 

You wore red to our funeral, but the joke was on me ‘cause no one told me I had died. Fuck my skin, curse my guts, fuck this voice, not pretty enough to ever hold love. 

And I presented a broken idea on a broken table that collapsed. And now this shame is all mine and I’m at the mercy of angel who doesn’t believe in time. 

You wore red to our funeral, but no one told me I was living my last night alive. Fuck my skin, curse my guts, fuck this voice, not pretty enough to ever hold love. 

You wore red to our funeral, but the joke was on me ‘cause no one told me I had died. Fuck my skin, curse these guts, fuck this voice, not pretty enough to ever hold love. No one told me, that I had died.

Hahahaha people who say breastfeeding in public should be illegal


Hey bro, let’s worry about shit that makes people unsafe and that, not something that’ll give any normal human being maybe a MOMENT of awkwardness. Suck me off idiot.

How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.

(Source: five--a--day, via badgirlguitar)

December Demo 2013, by Collapse

In high school I was a huge fan of Hopesfall’s “A Types” album. Some mates of mine have started a band called Collapse which is pretty huge worship of that era of Hopesfall as well as some leanings towards The Jealous Sound/Jimmy Eat World type pop rock. Decent jams. Give it a suss.