Posts Tagged ‘mixtape’

Eagle Legs

I was listening to BBC6 music a week or so ago and I heard the usual Good day/Bad day slot with this lovely girl who said she was launching her club night at the Macbeth.  Just thought I’d give y’all a heads up – it’s *tonight*.

When her heard her music history (mention Sleater Kinney and my ears prick up) I thought hmm this could be interesting..

Indie – soul – and riot grrrl. Sounds like the soundtrack to success.

There’s going to be a cake drop from The Great Cake Escape, a mixtape exchange by Charlot Webster (bring your cassettes to swap) and zines (which reminds me of the good old days when I made GASH, a photocopied zine of poetry, reviews, photography, fashion and illustration.  Good times.)

They’ve got some fab DJ-spinners involved….

DANCE MAGIC DANCE whose nights at The Old Blue Last I’ve been meaning to go to for about a year now..

OFF MODERN – same story, especially as there’s some tenuous connection between them and a BFF of mine.

Jorge from the band COLOURS – I’m listening to their myspace (!) page right now. It’s reminding me of Radiohead circa Pablo Honey, which I like. A lot.

WANDA WHISKEY – a riot grrrl mate of the organisers with, let’s face it, a brill name.

plus of course resident EAGLE LEGS DJs.

It’s 7.30pm till late

The Macbeth
70 Hoxton Street
N1 6LP

See you there..

Happy Valentine’s Day

Some V-day-themed offerings for you…

A few of my favourite love songs, compiled into a Valentine’s mixtape –>

A Valentine’s day message from the Victoria’s Secret girls – Adriana Lima, Erin Heatherton, Candice Swanepoel and new face Lais Ribeiro.

And lastly, words of wisdom from our poet laureate:

‘Valentine’ by Carol Ann Duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.