David JoblingI wanna be a Shangri La...or do I?
March 25th 2008 09:37
You heard me. I want a 60s hairdo, miniskirt, and boots up to my knees.
I want to sing about teenage runaways, heartbreak and boys on motorbikes who die tragically.
Like I've said in my first post, I'm not in a band, but I've always harboured the secret notion that I would fare fantastically well in a 60s girl group a la Shangri La style.
And I think I could pull if off. The fact that I can't sing worth a damn shouldn't deter me.
But wait!!!
I could wear double denim and play in Turbonegro alongside Euroboy and have a devoted league of fans all over the world!
What's a rock n roll lovin' girl to do?
I've never fitted into a "scene". Sure, I've hung out at Melbourne's hip rock nightspots full of tight pant wearing indie boys and their suitably vintage attired statuesque girlfriends.
I love all kinds of bands from Cheap Trick to teh Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Alice Cooper to Bloody Social.
But I change my mind about who I want to be as much as I change my underwear and I'll let you know that's every day.
That's the inspiration of good music. It doesn't mean you have to become a superficial try hard and blindly emulate your god/dess in every which way (which so many do, but we'll come back to that at a later post).
What it should mean is that it stirs you inside, keeps you up at night. You can't get the songs out of your head and goddamn it you want to be in that band more than anything.
Look, I don't advocate trying to be someone you're not. Be yourself. That's what all the greats have done, and if we can learn anything from them it's that.
Push your own buttons and your own boundaries. But let rock n roll help you.
It can be your guide.
And fuck the scene.
You can be whoever you want, whatever day you want.
Don't let fashion dictate music. Music comes first.
You can't buy rock n roll at General Pants or Dangerfield kids.
It's a state of mind.
I want to sing about teenage runaways, heartbreak and boys on motorbikes who die tragically.
Like I've said in my first post, I'm not in a band, but I've always harboured the secret notion that I would fare fantastically well in a 60s girl group a la Shangri La style.
And I think I could pull if off. The fact that I can't sing worth a damn shouldn't deter me.
But wait!!!
I could wear double denim and play in Turbonegro alongside Euroboy and have a devoted league of fans all over the world!
What's a rock n roll lovin' girl to do?
I've never fitted into a "scene". Sure, I've hung out at Melbourne's hip rock nightspots full of tight pant wearing indie boys and their suitably vintage attired statuesque girlfriends.
I love all kinds of bands from Cheap Trick to teh Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Alice Cooper to Bloody Social.
But I change my mind about who I want to be as much as I change my underwear and I'll let you know that's every day.
That's the inspiration of good music. It doesn't mean you have to become a superficial try hard and blindly emulate your god/dess in every which way (which so many do, but we'll come back to that at a later post).
What it should mean is that it stirs you inside, keeps you up at night. You can't get the songs out of your head and goddamn it you want to be in that band more than anything.
Look, I don't advocate trying to be someone you're not. Be yourself. That's what all the greats have done, and if we can learn anything from them it's that.
Push your own buttons and your own boundaries. But let rock n roll help you.
It can be your guide.
And fuck the scene.
You can be whoever you want, whatever day you want.
Don't let fashion dictate music. Music comes first.
You can't buy rock n roll at General Pants or Dangerfield kids.
It's a state of mind.
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