100% all natural, fair trade, vegetarian drama

admin — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 19:28:04 +0000

At last! I have arrived upon the shores of Youtube. And this time I am singing and playing a song, not waxing philosophical about feminism and body image. So, like… Please go listen!

I’d still rock if I were fat.

admin — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 05:22:42 +0000

This is cross-posted some places. Sorry to those who saw it twice.In brief! I got an email saying that I was an awesome singer but needed to lose some weight. I had many opinions about it and decided to put them out there in video form.Feel free to, as my cousin says, “reblog” it if y’like.

Hi y’all!

admin — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 16:49:50 +0000

I know, I know, I’m so sucky at posting regularly and why follow a blog if the blogger is never posty… Okay. I’m turning over a new leaf. My blog will forthwith be a news/blog scenario, so you’ll get regular updates on what is happening in rorieville as well as my miscellaneous emotional and political diatribes. To that effect, here is a link to some pictures from a show last week! http://tinyurl.com/dd58gr Furthermore, if anyone is free on Wednesday, I will be playing in Patchogue at the Brickhouse Brewery with the band. We’re on at 10:30, and we’re actually the featured act of Chris Cauley’s open mic… SOOOOO if you feel like coming down and playing some tunes yourself, sign up is around 7pm. It’s good people at the Brickhouse.

Female Hysteria (!!!)

admin — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 09:56:02 +0000

Once, someone I cared about a lot and later parted ways with called me out on my feminism when we were having words. Said that I was all talk, and that I went on and on about how women deserved to be respected and to think and do what they thought and did without it being called into question, but that when it came to myself I was just pathetic and consumed by my emotions, disrespecting myself and allowing myself to be ruled by need.I guess I’m paraphrasing wildly here because I made a point of not saving that conversation. But anyway, it’s come back into my head lately. I’ve been really down, and I’ve been down over valid things, but I keep having this feeling that if I were a stronger, smarter woman I wouldn’t have gotten myself into feeling this way.So then I examine it (and re-examine it… and re-examine it…) and determine what I already knew: I can’t help how I feel and I don’t really have much control over the things that are upsetting me. So all I can do is try to ride it out and be nice to myself. Instead of, y’know, blaming myself for feeling bad on TOP of everything.And here’s the obvious realization I’ve come to: experiencing emotional pain does not make you a weak person. Like, duh. It just makes you human.I’ve been thinking about it from a feminist perspective, thusly: People still seem to look at emotion as a more feminine trait.People say things like: women are more in tune with their emotions. Women are more intuitive. Women are more warm and nurturing. Women are more emotional while men are more rational.For starters, these statements are just full of blatant sexism that hurts women AND men. And I don’t believe one word. Women and men have equal capacity to be emotional, caring, supportive and self-aware. What IS true is that culturally, women are taught that it’s OK (natural!) to be emotional whereas men are taught that it’s manly to hide it. (As a broad generalization that obviously has exceptions–I speak of cultural trends here.)Secondly, these statements that SEEM to be positive statements about women (except for perhaps the last one) all have much darker sentiments attached to them: Women are hysterical and too emotional. Women are not in control of themselves and ruled by their hormones.* Women are drama queens and can’t leave well enough alone. (Have you noticed there is no male equivalent for the term “drama queen”?)Like so much that is sexist, women take themselves to task for it too. Women get mad at themselves forloving too much. “I just shouldn’t care so much. I hurt MYSELF by caring.” CAN WE JUST GET REAL FOR A MINUTE AND RECOGNIZE THAT MAKING STRONG EMOTIONAL CONNECTIONS IS WHAT MAKES LIFE BEAUTIFUL AND, UNFORTUNATELY, IT LEAVES A PERSON OPEN TO PAIN.Okay? Srsly. And this isn’t a SOLELY female problem, I should point out — I know men who also feel that they “love too much”. Not to mention how society totally shoots down men who try to be open and emotional. I opine, however, that part of the reason there’s this big taboo on CARING is that it’s seen as a female trait and is therefore undesirable. Certainly, Big Manly Men never find themselves in the embarrassing situation of caring too much. Nooooo, when they feel down they just go shoot things with four legs and pee on trees in the woods and stuff! This reminds them that they are Manly and above such things as emotions.All us other emo schmucks are just being big dumb GIRLS by acknowledging our feelings. Right?This post has been difficult to write because it’s something that’s very close to home at the moment.I’m still locked in the “I’m so emotional and I can’t help it but doesn’t that make me a weak hateable person?” struggle right now. So, my own self doubt has made it difficult for me to put my thoughts on this into words. But I’ll tell you what: lately, I’ve finally developed the confidence to start judging myself with the same criteria that I use for everyone else. And I found something out: I like myself. I think I’m honorable, kind and sweet, and couldn’t be without being as emotional as I am. I have no intention of changing–not just because it’s not possible, but because I LIKE being this way.*Sexist culture likes to paint both women and men as being ruled by their hormones–women for being “too” emotional (every time a woman gets legitimately upset a man seems to be around to accuse her of PMSing) and men for being “overly” sexual (testosterone = fight and have sex!) I’d like to take a moment to point out what a load of crap that is. Firstly, each sex has an equal right to both sexuality and emotion, and secondly, WE’RE A PRETTY INTELLECTUALLY DEVELOPED SPECIES AND ARE CAPABLE OF CONTROLLING OURSELVES. For sure hormones have an emotional and physical effect on all of us–but hopefully none of us are so ignorant as to think that means that we have no say in how we comport ourselves. Hormones are not license for unpleasant behavior. If I may borrow an unpleasantly conservative-tinged term–”personal responsibility”, people.

I can’t afford to have principles.

admin — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 23:32:55 +0000

Something a lot of people know about me: I’m all about buying fair trade.And I can’t afford to be fair trade right now.Now: I’ve heard a lot of nice middle class folks say this, and I’ve been annoyed by it. Because frankly, if you can afford to buy $80 shoes that were made in China and own a gas-guzzling SUV, then YES, you can afford to be fair trade. It’s really not out of your price range, sorry. You could just say “I don’t feel like putting the effort in to be fair trade,” which would annoy me less because you’re just being honest and I don’t necessarily hold other people to the principles I hold myself to.It usually DOESN’T annoy me when any of my friends say “I can’t afford to be fair trade,” though, because the majority of my friends are somewhat closer to where I’m at: broke as a joke! Hey man, if you can’t even really afford to put food on your table and you need to buy a nice pair of pants so you can keep your job, it’s OK with me if you spend $20 on sweatshop pants rather than go without eating for a few weeks. And that’s about where I’m at right now. For those of you who don’t know, I recently had to move back in with my folks after supporting myself for 6 years. It’s been really humbling and I don’t like to talk about it much. It was due to a few close-together financial crises that were really beyond my control. (The kicker is that they were all fairly low-end financial crises. A few of those in a row can literally put you on the street if you live paycheck to paycheck–as much of America does! I’m just lucky enough to have someplace to GO.)So, I’ve relaxed my own fairly stringent principles in light of the “I can’t even afford a place to live” situation. In the past, when I couldn’t afford the fair trade version of something I needed, I just went without until I could afford it. (Which was sometimes years! Case in point: I saw my ex-girlfriend last night, and she said, “You have a new coat! I thought you just kept things… forever! I didn’t think I’d ever see the day that you had a new coat.”)After years of exercising that principle while living on a low income in an incredibly expensive city, and then losing my independent living situation to boot, here’s what happened: I needed some new stuff (like a coat!) and I couldn’t wait anymore. Everything fell apart. My old cons became somewhat legendary in their disrepair*. I could no longer close my old coat (the, ah, fasteny-things all fell off.). The soles of the boots I wore in rain and snow literally broke in half.This is why I buy fair trade: because I can’t stand to contribute any money to corporations that are keeping poor people in poverty (and in fact making that poverty worse and more widespread on a daily basis). Even though I KNOW my $20 or whatever makes absolutely no difference in the scheme of things to these companies–especially since I can hardly ever afford to, y’know, buy anything!–I just can’t stand to do it. It HURTS me. It makes me feel like I am doing something dirty and wrong. I hate, hate, hate buying things that I know were made with sweatshop labor. I hate buying things that are made at the literal, physical expense of the poor, and then are marked up so that the profit the companies are making is ten times what it cost to make the product. I hate contributing to things that are hurting poor people.**Yet, I have had to come to terms with something in the last year: I am poor people. I cannot afford to feed, shelter, and clothe myself. I’m just lucky enough to have somewhere to go. That being the case, I’m relegated to the same position as everyone else in my class: I take what I can get and do my best with it. So, what I was able to replace fair-tradely I did (see my long-ass footnote about my sneakers below), but the few times I had to choose between spending $20 and $80 on a necessity, principles had to go out the window. —For those of you who need a crash course (and I can’t imagine how anyone would, but, y’know, they do like to try to keep people ignorant of this stuff), here’s how it works:A corporation buys a smaller company that makes shoes. The smaller company, as it turns out, can’t keep itself financially afloat. The corporation knows how to make this shoe company financially viable, forever! It fires many people. For starters, it fires all the American people in the shoe factories (who were already barely making rent with their factory jobs, btw) and instead sends the work to China, Singapore, whatever, where they can pay people perhaps a hundredth of what they were paying the people here to do it.This saves them so much money that they could sell the shoes for like, five bucks and still make a good profit–even with the importing fees and everything! Wow! Cheap shoes for all! This is great, especially for all those Americans that just lost their jobs but may still need to purchase shoes in the near future. But the going price for shoes is at least like $20, right? Maybe $10 on sale at payless, depending on what kinda shoes they were. So they can easily charge $20 for these shoes, but these are kinda nice shoes AND they just got the support of this well-known corporations brand power. Folks’ll buy these shoes for $40, $60, $80…?*** So they price the shoes at, I don’t know, let’s say $60. They’re just making a ridiculous, ridiculous profit at this point. Where is it going? Some of it is going into advertising. OK. Some of it is going into buying other small companies to do this with–growth! The rest is going into the pockets of pre-existing rich people–the sort of people who can afford to have a lot of stock in a company like this, or the people who, you know, run it. The folks who make the decision to charge 10 times as much as they have to and pay the labor 100 times less than they should.So check this out–this has been going on for a while, right? And you may have noticed it’s really hard for Americans to find jobs, and, therefore, buy things and put food on their tables–we’re in this pesky thing called a recession and we’ve been there for a bit. Say, right around the time our current (almost gone! Thanks America president took office. What was his advice? “GO OUT AND BUY STUFF.”Now–you see what I’m getting at, right? This is like, really stupid advice. If we go out and buy stuff, we’re giving money to these rich folks who took our jobs away and made our basic needs (like shoes) unnecessarily expensive to begin with. I gave you a rundown of where that money goes, right? 1: (A teeny little bit) to production (which, uh, has no effect on the American economy but if anyone else has been reading business news on occasion, you’ll know that China’s economy is like BUSTLING which you should ALSO know does NOT help all the poor folks working in sweatshops in China one bit), 2: to advertising (OK, some of that money is actually circling back to Americans who are employed in the advertising industry), 3: to investment (which just circles back into number 4), 4: a few rich people’s pockets. Meanwhile, you’ve just spent a lot more money than you should actually have to on things like shoes, clothes, a place to live (don’t even get me started on real estate, particularly in New York), and if you’re LUCKY you have a job and you have enough money left over to buy gas or a bus or train ticket to get there in the morning. So, uh, surprise… being a consumer hasn’t resulted in you being better able to put food on your table and live comfortably.—The solution for all this? I don’t really know. I kind of feel like it’s too big for me to affect any kind of change in and all I know is that I’m pissed off about it and don’t want to pump any money into it if I can’t help it. But I can’t help it! Because people who spend the money to make shoes in, y’know, a fair and not horrible way, NEED to set their shoe prices fairly high just so that they can continue to operate and get enough of a market share to keep their doors open. And I can’t afford it and it’s not my fault, and it’s not THEIR fault either. It’s the fault of the jackasses who are undercutting them because they’re willing to hurt people for money. Who loses? Everyone (except the jackasses). Boohoo. All I know is that if I ever GET enough money to have a voice–because money gives you a voice–I’m going to be REALLY LOUD about this stuff.—*They lasted ten years, by the way, and were purchased back when Cons were still made in the USA. I WAS able to replace them with a fair-trade counterpart which actually doesn’t cost anymore than Cons do now: No Sweat Classic Black High-tops. Lookit, they’re on sale for $25 as we speak!**By the way, I do NOT want to hear “At least they have jobs.” A job that eats up the majority of your waking life, causes you physical and mental problems and then leaves you flat once it’s rendered you incapable of work anymore, and STILL DOES NOT COVER THE EXPENSES OF YOUR BASIC NEEDS, is not anything to be psyched about. It’s a horrible situation that is SLIGHTLY less horrible than being reduced to beggary.***I’m being hypothetical and not botheing about math here, so I’m not even going to bother being too specific. But I know that when Nike bought Converse it was suddenly impossible to buy a pair for under $50. The same shoes that my dad remembers as the Cheap Shoes–you know, like Payless shoes–the kind of shoes musicians buy ’cause we’re always broke! Now they’re $50 if you’re LUCKY and they’re being sold in many colors to rich NYU students on St. Mark’s Place, who wear them with sceney pride alongside all the superskinny (starvingskinny not fashionskinny) street punks who are still wearing the old USA cons they can’t afford to replace and are wishing they could just buy a freakin slice of pizza for $1.25 instead of having to scrounge around for $8 bucks just to eat at Chipotle. ::breathes:: Many of my economic diatribes come back around to St. Mark’s Place eventually.

The Story on Wish Upon a Bottlecap

admin — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 20:27:34 +0000

…It’s done.

It’s been done for some months now.

The problem now is just getting the money together to press it and copyright the last few songs. When will that happen? I don’t know. I’m being honest with you, friends. I took a few pretty bad financial hits in 2008 and it’s all I can do to take care of myself right now.

Sooooo… no promises on when it will be done, but it will be awesome when it is! I know I’ve been saying that for a few years now.

I’m thinking hard about what I can do to get it released ASAP and I’m open to ideas. The only thing I’m definitely NOT doing is burning it at home and selling half-assed copies of it at shows. This is going to be a real album. We’ve worked too hard for it not to be.

I’m going to start taking pre-orders for it as soon as the band and I have a talk and settle the details about that. Pre-ordering for “whenever it comes out” kinda sucks, so I’ll include something to make it worth your while (a badass, otherwise-unreleased acoustic track that you can download right away, perhaps?).

Also, all sales of my homegrown burn-it-and-print-it-as-needed acoustic release, The Four Songs I Have Copyrighted Right Now, are going directly into the “press Wish Upon a Bottlecap!” fund. You can get that online at roriekelly.com/Music.html, or at any show.

Finally, if anyone wishes to support a starving artist, here is a nice little Paypal “Donate!” button. If you donate $10 or more I’ll send you a free signed copy of the aforementioned CD, or, if you already have it, uh… something else cool. Yeah!

That’s all, folks. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

<3,
rorie

Back In The Game!

admin — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 20:23:34 +0000

Happy new year!

So, my ONLY resolution this year is to throw myself into music with everything I’ve got.

I’m going to become a lot more active and updatey with songs, pictures, et cetera.

I’m going to figure out how the hell to take movies with my webcam and start a youtube account.

I’m going to gig my ASS off with my band, More of the Mess, and I’m going to get the money together to release this album. Somehow. That’s my story.

So today, New Year’s Eve 2008/2009, please enjoy some new pictures AND a brand new song which you may have heard me play out with the band–American Daydream.

Feedback welcome!

<3
rorie

Woo! Same sex marriage is legal in California!

admin — Thu, 15 May 2008 22:40:18 +0000

Subject line says it all! I’m psyched!

Brief note to the nice NPR lady who said “Gays and lesbians across the nation are celebrating”:

I’m bi, and I’m celebrating too! (Go invisible-er minority, go!)
In fact, so is my straight boyfriend!

We should ALL be happy that equality is truly being served today.

Yoko, John, feminism.

admin — Sat, 10 May 2008 08:48:29 +0000

When I was 12 years old I was in love with John Lennon.

Can’t say I didn’t have my reasons.

Stuff you should read.

admin — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 05:06:29 +0000

Men Who Explain Things

Excellent op-ed in the LA times about gender, authority, and confidence.

A week or so ago, my boyfriend/bandmate/best friend and I went to meet with a guy who will be recording his album. For the record, a very nice guy who obviously knows sound and is going to do a great job.

Andrew’s band consists of him (obviously), me (bass/vocals), our friend ChAka on keys, and this awesome girl named Courtney who plays the drums. The biggest thing we were discussing that day was drums, so Andrew said a lot of sentences like this: “My drummer Courtney __________”, “She will probably want to record with the bass player there,” “I’m not sure if she has ever played on an electric drum kit…”

Our recording friend couldn’t get it through his head that Courtney was a female. Andrew continuously referred to her with a litany of female pronouns, and the guy would throw the same sentences and ideas right back at Andrew as if he had never said “she” and they were both talking about a guy. “Your drummer, does he play with ___?” “He’ll want to ____” etc.

Kind of harmless and amusing, and again, the guy seems like a real good guy. It was a funny story for Courtney the next time we had practice.

Still, this shows two things:
1. Certain men have a complete inability to conceive of females in what they view as Male roles, to the point where they actually are unable to process information that is repeatedly given to them.

2. Certain men are so sure of themselves that they will doggedly pursue their own line of thought even when it’s painfully clear to everyone else in the room that they don’t have all the facts.

I think this is totally a gendered thing. I think men are brought up to act confident whether or not they’re actually sure of themselves, and women are brought up to be willing to hear others’ points of view, even when we already know we’re right. I further think that it’s so ingrained in male culture that they’re not even really aware it’s happening (someone needs to write The Masculine Mystique, like whoa).

The lady who wrote the op-ed discusses this all in a much more eloquent fashion than I have here. Read it.