I am currently musicking in Kelvin's Autumnal Thundercunt with Sir Thomas Geoffrey York Harlow. Watch out for poster censorship. Wherever there is NOT a poster announcing a Thundercunt gig in the near future, it might well have been ripped off. Just think-- you might be missing one of their gigs again.
I could be up for further filling Glasgow with music. I like experimental, shoe-gaze folk? with lots of dissonance, changes to minor chords and long, epic narratives. I vibrate to corny romantic ballads, and I always wonder what can be the best way of mixing noise and poetry for a shock reception. I'm not interested in angelical singing, in fact, I quite miss screamo post-punk and yes, I'm a girl and I play the ukulele. So let's do what has never been done since existentialism gave way to a mind-numbing mediasphere. Or not. My blog is in Spanish, but you're welcome to visit: jennivora . I used to live in Mexico, where I played bass and screamed in a band and organised loads of gigs and helped run Nene Records , a small indie label in a dry steppe corner of the world where there is no such thing as a music scene (or so they say). I moved to Glasgow last year and I fucking love it.
