From my friend, Martha: “My old boss, Aimee, is looking for a full time admin assistant, starting immediately, for her designer wallpaper company. Quickbooks a plus. Her email is aimee [at] aimeewilder [dot] com. I’m assuming Wordpress/Big Cartel experience would also be helpful.”
distillerpromo: Happy New Year, friends! Wanna work in the music industry? Learn from us! We’re still looking for some stellar new interns in 2013 (specifically for this winter/spring semester, and beyond of course).
Interns will assist members of our Williamsburg or Portland-based radio promotion teams in physical/digital distribution and data entry of tour dates and chart numbers. Other responsibilities include composing blog posts and tweets, assisting with tour pitching, and staying on top of relevant press, events, and concerts. Pending the candidate’s interest and knowledge, this internship has the potential to expand into such responsibilities as building newsletters, spearheading various social media projects, setting up in-studios, and beyond. Perks include access to concerts, exclusive performances, and radio events, plus complimentary vinyl, CDs, and other merchandise. Also, delicious coffee. [Edit: sometimes snacks and alcohol].
The ideal candidate should have a passion for independent music, an interest in radio and marketing, and a strong background in writing/communication. Attention to detail is a must. Special qualifications include proficiency in WordPress and Filemaker Pro, as well as an intuitive sense for Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, and other social media interfaces.
This is an unpaid internship for credit, with a minimum requirement of 8 hours per week (1 day); maximum of 24 hours per week (3 days).
Distiller Promo is a premiere provider of college, non-commercial AAA and commercial specialty radio promotion services for an internationally known group of labels including Daptone, ESL, Partisan, Barsuk, Domino, Saddle Creek, Astralwerks, Wichita, Six Degrees, Western Vinyl, White Iris and many more. We’re looking forward to working with you and hope share our expertise with the right intern(s).
Interested applicants should please contact Caroline Shadood by email at firstname.lastname@example.org. Thanks!
A dive bar is a place that should have cheap beer, yes, but also decent service and some sense of being permanently etched into the landscape. If it’s baffling or intimidating to newcomers, all the better. If you walk into a bar, sit down with your beer and are suddenly being lectured on the terrible decision the Rangers made to trade for goddamn Phil Esposito 40 years ago, you know you’re in the right place. Or at least I know I am. A dive bar, more than any other kind of bar, is a place that acts as a bulwark against a world that is more often completely shitty than anything else.
“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish.”—Simone de Beauvoir (via ceedling)
What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she was someone who cried a lot, or texted too often, or had an eating disorder, or wanted too much/too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. That does not make these women crazy. That makes those women human beings, who have flaws, and emotional weak spots. However, deciding that any behavior that he does not like must be insane– well, that does make a man a jerk.
And when men do this on a regular basis, remember that, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are not so cool and fabulous and levelheaded that they will totally get where you are coming from when you show emotions other than “pleasant agreement.”
When men say “most women are crazy, but not you, you’re so cool” the subtext is not, “I love you, be the mother to my children.” The subtext is “do not step out of line, here.” If you get close enough to the men who say things like this, eventually, you will do something that they do not find pleasant. They will decide you are crazy, because this is something they have already decided about women in general.
14 doesn’t feel so long ago… Thank you for this question. It’s fitting, because I am 24, about to turn 25, so a nice ten years past that age. My answer is partially advice, partially things I wish I knew a lot sooner, and partially stuff I would like to say to my 14-year-old self right now.
Only hang out with people you like.
I promise that no matter your appearance, you will be loved romantically one day. By multiple people, on and off… maybe even for the rest of your life! It’ll happen.
Don’t let anyone tell you that art isn’t as important as science or math.
Be nice. You never know when someone is having a shitty day/week/month/year/life/etc.
Society operates in a way that slates women and girls against one another. The best way to resist this is to love yourself and others.
Try not to judge, but instead to observe.
Racism is real. Understand and resist.
Sexism is real. Understand and resist.
Like what you like because you like it, but recognize that your taste is informed by the culture you immerse yourself in. Be critical of the media you consume.
Don’t follow purported social guidelines to normalcy because it’s irrelevant and unrealistic. ‘Normal’ is a social construct.
Actually, a lot of things are social constructs! Get a book on social constructionism ASAP. I recommend Michael Foucault.
Speaking of Foucault, try not to pay too much $$$ for college. There are ways around it.
You are not required to respect people who don’t respect you back. Merit is everything.
You can set boundaries with your family. It may not feel like a possibility right now, but you will one day have the strength to do it.
Non-acetone nail polish remover is for suckers. Get the good shit.
Disclaimer: I don’t work for Kickstarter. I don’t have an account. I don’t have a project of my own for you to look at.
Like most broke folks, I am sincerely, both-feet-in awe-struck by the website known as Kickstarter, “the world’s largest funding platform for creative projects.” And like you, probably, I’ve noticed an influx of people in my network using the site to their advantage. And, like nobody wants to admit, I never give them my money because I am poor.
Somewhere along the line, though, I took a liking to the platform and to helping people fund their dreams. So like any freelancer, I investigated what makes it tick, and I started consulting friends and acquaintances on their kickstarting plights. These are some tips I’ve culled and insights I’ve gathered from friends with bangin’ campaigns.
I gotta say, this is one of our proudest broad-related moments of all time.
I went through my college years absorbing every page of BUST and yearning to one day be a part of this amazing publication. Well, I’m not a contributor (yet?) but I can say that seeing myself on Bust’s blog…
“I hope you find solidarity knowing you are like so many others. You’re a special kind of person, the kind who decided to choose what their destiny would be, not have it laid out for them. Their New York might be in Los Angeles. Or Nashville. Or a sustainable farm in South America. That isn’t the point. The point is you didn’t commit to change because this city would make you the woman you wanted to be. You knew the woman you were. You know the woman you demanded yourself to become, and she belonged in New York.”—Robert Wohner, You Should Stay In New York City (via brokelyn)
Hip-hop was a problem because an underclass that had been left to die didn’t, and instead created a music decrying their conditions that was vivid, troubling and beautiful, a declaration of existence in the face of those who’d condemned them to oblivion. It screwed up the narrative, and thus was born an anti-rap racism in which symptom became cause, laments of violence and deprivation becoming justifications for violence and deprivation. Anti-rap racists hear rap music as proof that black men pose a uniquely violent danger to the American status quo, even as the entire trajectory of that status quo suggests it’s the other way around. As theories of history go it’s both aggressively incorrect and depressingly unoriginal.
Disliking hip-hop doesn’t make you a racist any more than liking hip-hop makes you not a racist, and I’m sure there are plenty of Stormfront enthusiasts with Rick Ross in their iTunes. If you don’t like Jay-Z because you just don’t like the way he sounds, or you’re sick of his cloying ubiquity, or you wish he’d talk about something other than where he’s from for five seconds—hey, I’m not mad, I don’t like Bruce Springsteen for the same reasons. But if you don’t like rap music—a genre that contains multitudes—because of a self-satisfied moralism, or because you’re scared of it, or because you wish those people would stop talking about their problems and get out of your television and radio and kids’ bedrooms: well.
I’m going to be at Muhlenberg College’s Media & Communication Alumni Week. Thursday and Friday. To talk about ~adult life after school~ but mainly blogging, social media, and the music industry! I am also moderating a panel about TV.
I hope to see you and meet you maybe if you promise not to be a weird jerk.