Frenzy of Exultations by Władysław Podkowiński, 1893 (via)

Salvador Dalí ~ "The Bleeding Roses", 1930

St. Vincent - Live At Glastonbury (Full Set).

I uploaded Annie’s full set to Youtube, because it is easier to watch on there/for people outside the UK.

When virtuoso female guitarists appear on the rock radar, they tend to gain the spotlight in the lulls between dominant, malecentric scenes (Britpop, grunge, glam rock), celebrated in isolation as brief, intermittent flashes of brilliance that flare up between the wider, collective scenes. When these women are innovative enough to operate successfully outside a zeitgeist, and gain an audience without the legitimacy and safety of a wider scene, they are seen as ancillary to rock’s larger, holistic pantheon. They are rounded up for “women in rock” trend pieces where “gender is genre”, a rock press narrative that creates a separate, and implicitly lesser, form of rock.
by Charlotte Richardson Andrews, The Guardian, March 2012 [in contrast to this shitty piece right here, two years later]
There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.
by Ryan Adams