We’re not going to win but we’ll die trying. And I am telling you that if you are fighting I love you, if you are standing up I love you, if you are refusing to back down I love you, and we will find each other, we will. I promise. I can’t tell you how to make sense of it but I can tell you there are more of us than you think. What I am saying, really, is that I want you to be angry, all of you, I want you to be angrier than you have ever been in your lives, I want you to be a fucking beacon of white-hot rage burning so bright no one around you can miss it. Whatever it takes to stoke the fire. I want us to be so loud and so angry and so visible and so terrifying that we cannot be mistaken for anything other than the future, a future that looks like us. In all our kinds of bodies, in all our kinds of love. Waiting for the time when none of us are angry anymore because the only thing left is the world we want to live in. When the hardest thing any of us will know is teaching ourselves how to live without anger altogether.
Until then: whatever it takes and fucking fight.
What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.
A Short History of Touches.
I love this.
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
Getting things they can’t afford and don’t need is only a hair’s breadth away from getting things they they can’t afford and can’t survive without. but either way, both actions are deeply political and stem from exactly the same place: the political decision by those in power to deny and *regulate* those without power. what those who take sparkly shoes or fairy dust from busted out stores right now are saying is “You can no longer regulate me or my desires.
Robyn: “Call Your Girlfriend”
So that happened.
And Kieron wrote about it before I could because I was busy doing actual Work today.
But I think what I like the best about this video is that it brings out all of what Kieron’s talking about—all of the unsure, questioning Robyn that you see there. She’s literally dancing on her own again, this time in a big empty room designed to make her look even smaller and alone-er. She never smiles. In fact, she looks sad.
She looks like a girl who knows she’s lying.
A girl who knows she’s not actually going to have what she says she has.
It makes all the gloating of the song suddenly heartbreaking—not because you identify with the girlfriend, but because you understand that just like Dancing On My Own and Be Mine! (the exclamation point being very important) Robyn is living inside her own head in this song. And she knows it.
If the Body Talk records are an out-of-order story of heartbreak and healing, do they start with Dancing On My Own, where she’s hurting over the same boy from Be Mine!, and wind up with Hang With Me and Indestructible, taking a side trip through Call Your Girlfriend’s ill-advised (oh, isn’t it always) dalliance with another boy who just takes what he needs from her and leaves?
Or has the boy from Dancing on My Own come back to her briefly, just long enough to make her think she’s got him?
Or was Call Your Girlfriend first?
The Body Talk records, released in fragments, are a choose-your-own-adventure story in pop. Mix and match. Tell your own story with the pieces she’s left you here. Or skip the heartbreak and just revel in the ridiculous glory of U Should Know Better.
The year I was 30 was the year of Robyn. 31 doesn’t have a soundtrack yet, but I’m clearly not done getting all of the magic out of this record, either.
Robyn is so fucking great. She is the only artist whose videos I actively follow because they tend to add this extra layer of oomph to the (incredibly great) song. Also, maybe I have cried listening to acoustic “Dancing on My Own.” I was cutting hormonal onions, it wasn’t my fault.
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