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Tati’s Journey, part 1: Ladymusic and a Brief
Written by Tati
So begins Tati’s Journey. For the uninitiated, uninvolved or previously uninvited, this is my journey to make a hit out of B.I.G. Breasts, and find a few other Tatis out there who might benefit from getting involved in the Abubilla community.
So how do I aim to do these things? If I have learnt anything from my love life, it’s that persistence is key. No one gets anywhere without a good deal of harassment. So I’m applying that mentality here. Dynamo team Rosie&Tati will be emailing the world, standing on street corners with free swag, lurking around open mic nights, asking other budding singer/songwriters personal questions and telling you all about our adventures right here. Really, this should be called ‘Tati & Rosie’s Journey’, since (as we told Jimmy yesterday) she has been trying to make me popular since we were about twelve, so this is essentially pretty familiar turf for her.
Inconvenient things: I have three weeks of family holiday to fit in between now and September. I’m also moving back to the West Country sometime in September, although the distance between here and there is not insurmountable. I had a dream about my currently unpopulated flat there last night; it was in the middle of a wasteland and the ceiling leaked. Hopefully it won’t have deteriorated too much by the time I move in. Although I did get a call from a flatmate saying there’s black mould in the windows. Oh dear.
So today I emailed a bunch of independent music reviewers, and I came across a website called The Grapevine. It’s pretty cool, it’s sort of like a little version of what we want to do with voices; they’re a small community of writers passionate about music, and they write reviews of funky stuff they come across (some may say my use of ‘funky’ is inappropriate. I say, I’m setting trends). So I emailed them about all the cool stuff we do here, and also about the cool stuff I do, because I like to talk about myself (as we can see).
I also came across, in my internet travels, a lady called ‘Peaches’. I kept reading bits of review about her, so before I saw a video or heard anything, I knew that she’s a Canadian electro-pop musician and she’s pretty provocative. And not in the sexy Tulisa way – in the sexual issues way of Lady Gaga. I thought, you go girlfriend. Wear your outfit made of loads of differently sized breasts with Barbie heads stabled to the nipples. Although I did twinge at the Barbie abuse, being a pro-B girl at heart.
(I just googled ‘pro-B’ to check it didn’t mean anything lewd and darling google showed me vaginal yeast/bacteria balancing capsules)
So I looked Peaches up on youtube because I was starting to feel like – hey, this girl is probably really important for me to know about – and I just wasn’t into it at all. Sure, she’s being big and bad and out there. She’s clearly not too worried about what ‘people’ think, which is great! But I just don’t like the sound. Sorry, 30 year old male commenter who listens to anything and says Peaches changed his musical spectrum. She doesn’t do it for me. I’d rather have Gaga anyway, even with the awful focus on artistic statements at the moment. At least I enjoy her outfits.
I DID like this Dusty Springfield song I hadn’t heard until a few days ago though. Rosie didn’t realise what it was about. This one’s for you, lady face.