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sydney-briar-is-alive:

mfjr:

Keith Haring in front of his mural at at Collingwood College, Melbourne, Australia, 1984

Holy shit I remember that place.

It’s right next to my work.
Some fucks keep tagging it.

I used to live in a crappy flat just off Smith Street… maybe ten or so years ago. I went to school there for a while. I completely forgot I even went to school there. I just can’t believe I forgot all that.
And yeah, I don’t mind graffers, I have even dabbled myself but I cant stand people tagging over art, especially murals.

Everyone says Collingwood was pretty different then,  a bit rougher.Yeah I don’t mind it either, I actually love seeing the shitty new apartments in my area get covered in tags but definitely not on something like this.
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sydney-briar-is-alive:

mfjr:

Keith Haring in front of his mural at at Collingwood College, Melbourne, Australia, 1984

Holy shit I remember that place.

It’s right next to my work.

Some fucks keep tagging it.
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mfjr:

Keith Haring in front of his mural at at Collingwood College, Melbourne, Australia, 1984
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pinupmotel:

mom & dad

this could be us but you don’t want to believe


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'Noise in Our Heads', by Evelyn Morris

liftedbrow:

 

It really pains me to start an article like this, but here goes anyway: recently I posted something on Facebook that caused a bit of a stir.

I’m gonna publish a book called tastes of Melbourne women underground. So tired of male back-patting and exclusion of anything vaguely ‘feminine’ in subculture. We get it. You think you’re all awesome and we’re all just kinda average. Unless we sound like you. Ladies of Melbourne… Let’s please reject this culture.

The torrent of comments in response was overwhelming; it got up to 650 or so. (Probably at least 100 of those were mine, though… I got excited.) I wrote that post thinking that people would have a quick eye-roll and move on. Instead, I came to realise that I was not alone in feeling this way. That many of us, up to that point, had felt we needn’t even attempt to talk about it, because it seemed that no one would listen.

Out of this realisation I’ve embarked on the task of putting together an alternative, subjective musical history. The project is called ‘LISTEN’ and it’ll be written by many and varied feminists about the music they love and the musical experiences they’ve had. It’ll be published in book form and also as a website, so that as many voices as possible can be heard. The over-arching narrative of the publication will be formed by piecing together the material we’re presented with. So it’ll be a book written out of the act of listening.

But I’m writing this article to present my subjective opinion of the book that sparked the post, which I wrote having just read James Kritzler’s Noise in My Head. However, the discussion moved very quickly away from the book itself and onto broader discussions about feminism in music.

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me and velcrovelcro being waaaaaaaaaaay too drunk for Lolipalooza 
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