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COYOTE<br />
ISSUE 3//2019<br />
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I always keep a small rock in my left shoe<br />
To distract from the pain of a laden pack,<br />
I often have to tell myself to push through.<br />
I walk through the park,<br />
A woman in a trench hands out peanuts<br />
Her face is marred with a purple beauty mark.<br />
Strangers look at her oddly<br />
But she smiles through it all, as I stomp past<br />
Making sure to look at her fondly.<br />
The walk to school is always brisk<br />
And I work up a fine sheen,<br />
Always to be balked at by my peers as if I lack<br />
hygiene.<br />
The last part of my walk<br />
Takes me past the cats of the cemetery<br />
it makes me think of wider moral social<br />
commentary.<br />
Maybe these cats represent souls<br />
Or maybe you die and are lucky to become one of<br />
their food bowls.<br />
At least, I have given this stone in my shoe<br />
a journey it can write home about too.<br />
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ISSUE 3 JANUARY 2019<br />
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COYOTE<br />
9 06 WHAT TO DO ABOUT APU? Smoothtalking<br />
Thompson investigates the controversary surrounding<br />
The Simpsons character. Take a trip to the Kiwik e Mart.<br />
08 BREXIT PROTEST Little Britches is one hobby<br />
9<br />
away from being an asshole.<br />
20 NO NAME Maria Polina covers many themes in her<br />
poem.<br />
26 QWEENS OF INDIA Misanthropic McNugget<br />
delves into the feminist history of India.<br />
34 ONLY GIRL IN THE BAND Little Britches<br />
laments about her inability to start a girl band. One day, she<br />
whispered.<br />
46 69 THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING ‘A<br />
SIMPLE FAVOUR’ Misanthropic McNugget and Little<br />
Britches go to the movies.<br />
40 PARTY PEOPLE The dream team take you out in<br />
London.<br />
48 COYOTE NOME DE PLUME Little Britches<br />
wants you to buy her ice cream cake. Take another arbitrary quiz<br />
60 COYOTE CROSSWORD Crosswords will keep<br />
you young.<br />
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H<br />
ello. We’ve not done a proper letter from the editor (in this case<br />
editors) in COYOTE, but you may have noticed we are trying new<br />
things. So far, I can say that the experience of writing one of these is<br />
awkward. I feel like there should be some profound advice or<br />
comment weaved through these sentences, but per usual I am coming up blank.<br />
Instead, what has been plaguing mind over these past few minutes, as I force out<br />
words in any attempt to be witty, is a question that no doubt bothers you. Why<br />
did Tears for Fears only use the guitar riff at the beginning of ‘Everybody Wants<br />
to Rule the World’ as the intro?<br />
I can’t promise any concrete answers to this question within the issue. I’m sorry.<br />
But I can promise that you will be somewhat entertained for at least 30 minutes.<br />
We have a menagerie of content within the following pages: a critic of The<br />
Simpsons, a history on Indian Feminism, and another capricious quiz. So, plough<br />
ahead with a cautious mindset. And, be ready to have any novelty hamburger<br />
socks you may be wearing, blown off your feet. Because, an unbelievable level of<br />
effort has gone into co-ordinating this; the WhatsApp threads will prove it.<br />
Proceed, and never google ‘Shingle Surfing.’<br />
CONTRIBUTORS<br />
EDITORS:<br />
Misanthropic McNugget<br />
Velvet Thunder<br />
Little Britches<br />
WRITERS:<br />
Little Britches<br />
Misanthropic McNugget<br />
Smooth-talkin Thompson<br />
Maria Polina<br />
Cuzy-moto<br />
CREATIVE DICTATOR:<br />
Anna-Liza-Beth II<br />
EMOTIONAL SUPPORT:<br />
Theodore Foster<br />
Jack Agarwal<br />
DESIGN & LAYOUT:<br />
Identity Withheld<br />
SOCIAL MEDIA:<br />
Misanthropic McNugget<br />
Little Britches<br />
WEBSITE:<br />
Little Britches<br />
Misanthropic McNugget<br />
Velvet Thunder<br />
HONORABLE MENTIONS:<br />
The Canal<br />
Evening Standard Crosswords<br />
Equity & Trusts<br />
Barbara Streisand<br />
Friends of Friends<br />
Everyone on my enemy list<br />
Jodie Comer<br />
Baby-bell cheeses<br />
Slow replies on WhatsApp<br />
Deadlines<br />
Saturday Morning<br />
Ice in Baileys<br />
Loveless Marriages<br />
User-friendly legal databases<br />
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In normal circumstances, news of a heated debate<br />
concerning racial insensitivity and minority<br />
representation might be what you would expect to<br />
hear emanating from the likes of Parliament or the<br />
Senate, as opposed to Springfield. Over the last<br />
few months however, the world of Hollywood has<br />
found itself increasingly challenged on the nature<br />
of a once acceptable form of comedy. Controversy<br />
is a man, and his name is Apu<br />
Nahasapeemapetilon.<br />
So, what’s the issue? After twenty-eight years of<br />
entertaining viewers as the industrious owner of<br />
the Kwik-E-Mart, concerns have gradually begun<br />
to emerge that ‘The Simpsons’ unapologetically<br />
eccentric portrayal of Apu, built on stereotypes<br />
ranging from a thick Indian accent to his clichéd<br />
choice of profession as a convenience store worker,<br />
has simply run its course. In the eternal words of<br />
The Smiths, perhaps ‘that joke isn’t funny<br />
anymore’. With the humour involved being part of<br />
a problematic, two-dimensional portrayal of<br />
Asians within wider society. Nevertheless, this is<br />
by no means a view that commands the approval<br />
of everyone involved within the discussion. Many<br />
fans of the show are keen to defend the existence<br />
of a character they believe represents far more than<br />
just another token face used for cheap laughs. With<br />
so much disagreement, what should Apu’s future<br />
be? Each side presents an interesting take.<br />
Critics of the show have argued that the depiction<br />
of its brown protagonist is at best a misleading<br />
impression of an already under-represented group<br />
within the entertainment industry, and at worst a<br />
racially insensitive caricature that has contributed<br />
towards mockery and abuse of Indians in the real<br />
world. In a sense, both of these issues are<br />
inherently connected: what was initially intended<br />
to serve as a satirical reflection of American society<br />
has only lost relevance in a time of increasing<br />
social diversity. If it ever was true, the idea of the<br />
Indian immigrant existing only to pump fuel and<br />
serve supermarket products of questionable<br />
quality to unsuspecting customers (that means<br />
you, Homer) now feels like an anachronism that<br />
hasn’t really managed to keep up with the<br />
developments of the present, something ‘The<br />
Simpsons’ was once so widely praised for doing. In<br />
contrast to the 1990s, South Asians within the US<br />
media sector have begun to prove themselves as<br />
capable of so much more than the typical go-to<br />
roles of cab drivers or terrorists in action movies,<br />
with a new generation of talents such as Hasan<br />
Minhaj or Mindy Kaling paving the way for a<br />
bright future. Apu, on the other hand, remains an<br />
isolated figure within his own universe, the<br />
flagship poster boy for what it means to be Asian.<br />
This failure to update and acknowledge changing<br />
demographics arguably harms the fight for better<br />
representation, allowing people to cling to harmful<br />
tropes such as poor English and use them to<br />
generalise an entire race of people.<br />
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However, the idea that Apu’s basic traits result in<br />
him becoming a damaging caricature is itself a<br />
very contentious argument to make. Does having a<br />
funny accent and working in a shop automatically<br />
perpetuate racism? Simpsons lovers would<br />
strongly reject this claim, pointing out that there is<br />
far more to his character than initially meets the<br />
eye, as one of the most well-rounded and<br />
emotionally developed members of the show.<br />
Looking beyond the overt humour of his initial<br />
impressions, we see an individual who<br />
demonstrates qualities that would be considered<br />
admirable for anyone to possess, ranging from an<br />
intense devotion to his professional craft, to being<br />
a kind-hearted man who valued the importance of<br />
his friends, family and community. Unlike many<br />
other recurring characters in the show, Apu was<br />
treated with a unique significance and given<br />
screen time for his own personal storyline,<br />
providing viewers with an insight into his life that<br />
guaranteed him status beyond merely being<br />
shoehorned into the show for the sake of diversity<br />
or stereotypical laughs. Whether it was the episode<br />
where his struggle to acquire US citizenship<br />
reflected the real-life struggles of many first<br />
generation immigrants, to the moment where his<br />
initially unwanted arranged marriage blossomed<br />
into a tale of romance and personal growth, Apu<br />
has been at the centre of a number of feel-good<br />
moments in ‘The Simpsons’. In a show literally<br />
based around the stereotyping of various cultures,<br />
be it Homer Simpson’s gluttonous nature<br />
parodying the concept of ‘the American dream’ to<br />
Groundskeeper Willie’s absurdly strong Scottish<br />
accent, it’s difficult to suggest that the portrayal of<br />
Apu is in any way uniquely insidious. Far from it,<br />
he is a character that the audience can genuinely<br />
relate to and care about.<br />
With so much noise and controversy on the<br />
subject, it seems clear that something will have to<br />
be done about ‘the Apu problem’. But who says<br />
that this has to be a bad thing? Perhaps one of the<br />
most peculiar elements of the current discussion is<br />
that the proposed solution for many seems to be<br />
removing Apu from the show entirely, as if the<br />
solution to bad representation is no representation<br />
at all. Instead, the writers of the show could use<br />
this situation as an opportunity to take a more<br />
positive approach and focus on increasing the level<br />
of diversity in ‘The Simpsons’. Why not introduce a<br />
new minority character who rights the perceived<br />
wrongs of first-generation immigrant stereotypes?<br />
Perhaps including more Asian guest writers for<br />
episodes will provide a fresh sense of perspective<br />
and breathe new life into the show, and indeed<br />
Apu himself? This strategy would be the best of<br />
both worlds, preserving a much-loved character<br />
whilst also sending out a message that the show is<br />
willing to adapt to changing times. Modernisation<br />
is something ‘The Simpsons’ has needed for a long<br />
time, and should it happen I can think of the<br />
perfect phrase to greet former fans who would be<br />
willing to the give the show a second chance:<br />
“Thank you, come again”.<br />
Words by Smooth-talkin Thompson<br />
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Photos taken at the October 20th March against<br />
Brexit in London<br />
Film processed with Caffenol and dark<br />
thoughts<br />
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Mountains by Velvet Thunder<br />
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Roaches and rodents –<br />
They’re all the same<br />
They all make us scream<br />
Tap dripping, wall<br />
Paper<br />
Ripping<br />
At the seams.<br />
She keeps questioning<br />
The dark motifs in her dreams<br />
She can’t fathom<br />
That the only one she sees<br />
Is herself.<br />
Fatigued<br />
Though she’s intrigued<br />
By the concept`<br />
Of the boys around<br />
Her<br />
Making noise<br />
On the periphery<br />
Swept up<br />
By the ecclesiastical<br />
Teaching<br />
The prophets preaching<br />
Yearning<br />
To get their<br />
Message –<br />
A cross.<br />
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But she’s seething<br />
She can’t listen<br />
To their whines<br />
Whimpering all the time<br />
Saying, God will smite you –<br />
the heathen you are…<br />
Yet they can’t stand<br />
The girl picking apart<br />
At their ruse<br />
They’re obtuse!<br />
What could she possibly<br />
Expect?<br />
Their crimson necks<br />
Pockets lined with scribbled checks<br />
Arms flailing<br />
Holy father wailing<br />
Walking their paths<br />
Paved<br />
By the illegal immigrants<br />
That they trash<br />
Talk<br />
At their raves.<br />
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Music blaring<br />
While the sirens’<br />
Screaming<br />
Catching up<br />
To another black<br />
Boy<br />
Steven<br />
He’s fresh out of school<br />
Now he’s falling<br />
Feeling<br />
God, why did it have to be me<br />
I tried so hard<br />
On those tests<br />
I couldn’t make my<br />
Eyes blue<br />
So I excelled at the rest.<br />
Now he’s gone<br />
A mere pawn<br />
In this zero sum<br />
Game<br />
That we play…<br />
Hold up –<br />
You thought you were excused?<br />
How grim.<br />
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Reaper will tuck us all in<br />
By the willow tree<br />
Branches stretching<br />
Caressing –<br />
You<br />
By the end.<br />
The little prince on the moon<br />
He sees our struggle<br />
Tries to send us<br />
Messages<br />
A messenger<br />
Saying,<br />
It’ll be okay<br />
Nothing matters up here<br />
You’re safe.<br />
Those brown eyes<br />
Or blue…<br />
Cut to the cue -<br />
Your last stage presence<br />
The final entrance<br />
The gates shimmering<br />
The past glimmering<br />
One step –<br />
Closed.<br />
Poem by Maria Polina<br />
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What’s interesting about India is that much of its preimperialist<br />
history is not often discussed. India’s heritage<br />
runneth over with iconic legends. From beautiful love<br />
stories like that of Mumtaz Mahal and Shah Jahan to great<br />
conquerors like Bajirao I, we see a long, rich and at times,<br />
bloody history filled with countless phenomenal characters.<br />
Amongst these are several Indian Empresses who set in<br />
motion the beginning of India’s feminist movement.<br />
Let’s do this chronologically.<br />
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Mariam Uz Zamani<br />
Firstly, a bad bitch by the name of Mariam Uz<br />
Zamani. She is actually known by many names, most<br />
famous of which is Jodhabai. Her marriage to<br />
Emperor Akbar (she became his third wife) was one<br />
that caused much turmoil from other Indian rulers.<br />
Mariam was a Rajput princess marrying into a<br />
Mughal empire. This was of course not without its<br />
challenges. For those of you who don’t know (which<br />
included me up until 20 minutes ago) in 1525, just 17<br />
years prior to Mariam’s birth, a war between the two<br />
factions ended in Mughal victory. At just 20 years of<br />
age, Hira Kunwari’s (as she was then called) life was<br />
signed over by her father to Emperor Akbar.<br />
She then was then given the name Mariam Uz<br />
Zamani, meaning “Mary of Ages” after she had her<br />
first son. This was particular because she was a<br />
Hindu and typically honorary titles were given only<br />
to Muslim noblewomen of the harem after giving<br />
birth to a son.<br />
So, what makes her so special? As a queen, she<br />
greatly improved relations between her own family<br />
and the Mughal empire, enabling them to gain much<br />
repute in the community, while, herself being<br />
subjected to much abuse for having been believed to<br />
have turned her back on her religion. However, she<br />
really hit her stride as Queen Mother.<br />
Her son, Salim, became 4th Mughal emperor in 1605.<br />
Mariam became one of the most prominent and<br />
astute International traders of the time. Some<br />
speculate that she, individually, was richer than<br />
some European countries at the time. Her business<br />
savvy was shown when she became owner of the<br />
Rahimi, the biggest vessel sailing the Red Sea at the<br />
time. It was a pilgrimage vessel used to carry<br />
Muslims to their holy city of Mecca. (Important to<br />
note: she wasn't even Muslim!) Her loyal son gave<br />
Mariam the right to issue firmans, that is official<br />
rights that were previously enjoyed by the Emperor<br />
alone. So revered was she at the time that her son<br />
erected the Begum Shahi Mosque in her honour. It is<br />
found, nowadays, in the city of Lahore, Pakistan.<br />
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history.<br />
Nur Jahan<br />
Aunt to the far more popular, but less interesting<br />
(to me) Mumtaz Mahal, in whose name the greatest<br />
labour of love, the Taj Mahal, was erected (but<br />
that’s a story for another time), Nur Jahan eclipsed<br />
her husband Jahangir in every conceivable way.<br />
Many historians know her to be “the power behind<br />
the throne” and therefore one of the most influential<br />
Queens the Mughal empire has ever known. Nur<br />
Jahan’s extensive power, of course, raised many<br />
eyebrows. In fact, she became known by one, very<br />
loaded Islamic word: Fitna, evoking connotations of<br />
civil strife, trials and unrest. A term she came to<br />
share with the Prophet Muhammed’s “favourite”<br />
wife, Ayeesha. The word came to be weaponised<br />
against female sensuality and power. When British<br />
visitor Thomas Roe came to India, he gave her the<br />
title “Goddess of Heathen Impiety”. All of these<br />
titles represent to me, a habit as old as time itself:<br />
the vilification of powerful women. Today, they call<br />
powerful women bitches, sluts, whores.<br />
What is more notable is Nur Jahan as a half Rajput<br />
half Shia Muslim married to a Sunni Muslim, she<br />
was able to amass so much power that she is one of<br />
the most well-known rulers of India, in its long<br />
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Mastani<br />
Mastani is credited with being a uniting force<br />
between Hindus and Muslims. Many know that the<br />
history between Muslims and Hindus in India is a<br />
tragically bloody one. Our current prime minister,<br />
Narendra Modi, in 2002 during the riots when he<br />
was Chief Minister of Gujarat actually incited<br />
violence against Muslims.<br />
Mastani was born to Maharaja Chhatrasal by his<br />
Muslim wife. She married Bajirao, a Hindu prime<br />
minister, after he helped her father and family to<br />
reclaim their kingdom from the Mughals; in spite of<br />
their differing religious beliefs. Their marriage<br />
essentially became a symbol of religious tolerance<br />
throughout the country. However, this is not an<br />
article about the romance between Bajirao and<br />
Mastani, but rather the strength of two women:<br />
Mastani and Bajirao first wife, Kashibai. Kashibai<br />
treated Mastani with respect and kindness in spite<br />
of outrage amongst many influential family<br />
Words by Misanthropic McNugget<br />
members in Pune, including Bajirao’s own mother.<br />
When Mastani died (some say of heartbreak after<br />
her husband died) Kashibai took in Mastani’s<br />
Muslim son, Shamsher, treating him as her own son<br />
but not imposing her beliefs on him.<br />
Another way Mastani united Muslims and Hindus,<br />
(even post mortem) is when her grave was robbed,<br />
and both Hindus and Muslims took part in<br />
restoring it. Her grave is now called both Mastani<br />
samadhi and Mastani mazar.<br />
Mastani was known to accompany her husband,<br />
Bajirao, into battle and was also even credited with<br />
being an excellent strategist.<br />
As with many powerful women in history, there is a<br />
culture of erasure in favour of their romantic<br />
counterparts, however with Indian Empresses they<br />
are also concealed by a veil of exoticism. The fact of<br />
the matter is simply that an entire generation of<br />
powerful women have been criminally ignored and,<br />
instead, we are shown in the media evidence of<br />
sexism in Islam, Hinduism and therefore the vast<br />
majority of the Asian sub-continent. This is not to<br />
say that India is not an extremely sexist country – it<br />
is, indeed, however in ignorance of these<br />
phenomenal women, we do a great disservice, not<br />
only to them but to the feminist movement as well.<br />
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ode to my failing health<br />
When I lie down<br />
I cough to the point of nearly producing a lung<br />
The joints in my arms creak every time I move<br />
I cannot lie on my stomach because of crippling nausea<br />
When I sit<br />
My hip bones click whenever I shift in my seat<br />
My back is never straight but always aches<br />
I am continuously clicking my neck<br />
When I stand up<br />
I clutch the base of my spine<br />
My ribs ache<br />
My head fizzes and I blink through temporary blindness<br />
But still,<br />
I would never trade you for better health<br />
I will not betray you by exercising<br />
I would give up my life before eating a vegetable<br />
Because it is to you that I am loyal to<br />
I am your servant<br />
Eternally<br />
Poem by Misanthropic McNugget<br />
Based on True Events<br />
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Courtesy of Velvet Thunder<br />
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The first thing you need to know about Jam<br />
Group practices, is that they smell. Before you<br />
have even stepped into the room, the ripe odour<br />
will meet you at the door; overwhelming your<br />
senses and engaging with the primal part of<br />
your nature that can detect tension. It is enough<br />
to have you turn on the spot, and beg off the<br />
whole thing for a round of drinks at the pub.<br />
The room is entirely unventilated, save for the<br />
few people whose opinions of their playing<br />
ability pushes enough air into the room to allow<br />
some fraught dialogue. I have to shove through<br />
this stink to the very back of the room to get to<br />
the drum kit. Per usual, someone has already set<br />
themselves up on the stool and is loudly<br />
overcompensating by performing a one-man<br />
show of Metallica classics. (Much to the chagrin<br />
of the rest of the room, who are tuning or simply<br />
value our hearing.)<br />
Around the kit stand the other drummers. All of<br />
them are boys and all of them clutch their<br />
drumsticks with white-knuckles. Their eyes<br />
slide to my entrance with an undisguised<br />
distrust and animosity, that would have<br />
reduced me to a puddle of mush a few years<br />
ago. But I don’t need to prove myself at this<br />
early stage of the evening.<br />
The practice kicks off. Out of the people that<br />
turned up tonight, I am one of three women. We<br />
all sit watching as the boys play Red Hot Chili<br />
Peppers cover after Foo Fighters cover, in what<br />
can only be described as a dick measuring<br />
contest. Each instrument is soloing over the top<br />
of the other, with our friends on the drums<br />
cutting over it all with more unnecessary<br />
cymbals than a mathematical equation. Each of<br />
us have already been asked if we sing, despite<br />
having come to the practice to play the drums,<br />
guitar and bass respectively. It’s enough to get<br />
the blood boiling.<br />
Part of this is a tactic. The boys exhaust their<br />
limited repertoire very early on and they start<br />
struggling for songs to improvise. This is when I<br />
get on the drums. I can feel the eyes scorching<br />
over me. I would almost be inclined to check for<br />
singe marks, if I knew that wouldn’t bring its<br />
own fresh ire from the boys. Before I even begin<br />
to play, I am told that my drumsticks aren’t<br />
good enough and that I need proper ones (I play<br />
with hot rods for these practices). I also receive<br />
eyerolls when I remark that I don’t know how to<br />
play a particular RHCP’s song. The effect is to<br />
take tiny chips at the armour I’ve had to<br />
surround myself with to get up and play. Their<br />
comments fracture, and that hot smell rises in<br />
the room as the bile of undermining remarks<br />
land heavily on my shoulders.<br />
From the moment I decided I was going to play<br />
the drums, I have known that I am a part of a<br />
minority; a girl that plays the drums, and a girl<br />
that plays an instrument. But the decision was<br />
never one that I had thought would become a<br />
defining characteristic of my attitude towards<br />
playing. In fact, the decision was mainly<br />
influenced by having heard about my mum’s<br />
own time playing the drums in a punk band<br />
throughout university. to the stories of how<br />
she’d played in some bar or, actually getting to<br />
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There was no doubt in my mind that this was the<br />
instrument I wanted to play. (I can already see my<br />
mum underselling this – shut up.) And naively, I<br />
thought that being a girl was going to be something<br />
that would make me stand out. However, what I<br />
found was that it in fact meant that I would have to<br />
spend the rest of my time playing in bands,<br />
justifying my role and getting told that I was pretty<br />
good for a girl.<br />
I have played the drums since I was seven, which<br />
means that I have spent over fourteen years ruining<br />
my hearing. I was fortunate to have a fantastic<br />
teacher, who I saw every Thursday after school for<br />
all fourteen of those years, Throughout this time, I<br />
was involved in several bands including the<br />
eponymous school jazz band. It was here that I had<br />
my first real taste of subversion from the other<br />
members of the band (let’s be honest – the other<br />
boys in the band – we only had one other girl) and<br />
the pressure to prove myself worthy every practice<br />
by those in charge. In all, the effect was that I was<br />
made to feel uncomfortable in the group musical<br />
situations, made to feel like I had to compete and<br />
made to feel that I didn’t belong.<br />
These issues are the underlying outcomes of the<br />
more significant problem in music; that being the<br />
scarcity of female musicians. In truth, it’s the<br />
significant driver for most industries be it plumbing<br />
or be it thermo-nuclear engineering.<br />
Women simply aren’t being represented enough,<br />
and the hangover effect is that it nurtures the type<br />
of environments that I have described in the<br />
opening of this piece, that allows the few women<br />
that do try to join feel marginalised and out of<br />
place. All of this perpetuates in a vicious cycle, as<br />
the fewer women that achieve success as musicians<br />
(success being entirely threshold free, small<br />
victories are victories) results in fewer girls taking<br />
up instruments, therefore extending the divide.<br />
Growing up the main female drummers that I can<br />
remember idolising were Meg White, Moe Tucker<br />
and Karen Carpenter. And that’s it. This has been<br />
extended somewhat now that I have a greater<br />
access to less mainstream music, but the list still<br />
isn’t as long and comprehensive of genre that it<br />
could be.<br />
Another hangover that manifests itself due to the<br />
scarcity of female musicians, is the idea that we<br />
must then compete with each other within that<br />
group. Potty Mouth’s Bass player, Ally Einbinder,<br />
sums it up perfectly in this quote taken from an<br />
interview with Refinery29,’When you’re in a maledominated<br />
environment, where men are at the top of the<br />
hierarchy, and there’s not enough room for women to<br />
enter the top, that’s when you get women competing<br />
with one another.’ I am guilty of buying into the idea<br />
of scarcity, pitting myself against my fellow female<br />
drummers (what few there are) to gain an<br />
imaginary title that actually marginalizes my ability<br />
to my gender, rather than my general ability to<br />
play. Its something I have tried to improve on in my<br />
last few years playing the drums, always keeping in<br />
mind that I should be holding the door open and<br />
not simply shutting it behind me.<br />
Like pulling off big old dirty plasters that have been<br />
festering, the acrimony and marginalisation<br />
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towards female musicians needs to stop.<br />
Specifically, the gendering of instruments and<br />
the reliance on stereotypes to maintain the<br />
traditional power constructs of gender. The<br />
question that irritates me the most that<br />
exemplifies this struggle, is the typical ‘do you<br />
sing?’ It may seem like a small and absurd thing<br />
to get annoyed about, but to me it represents<br />
the inability to assimilate female musicianship<br />
to anything as far-fetched as a woman wielding<br />
the actual tools of the activity. Instead we have<br />
to view women in the nurturer role, it being<br />
almost unheard of for a woman to just be able<br />
to shred on the guitar or drums without also<br />
promoting the agenda of a broken heart<br />
through vocals.<br />
In my own experiences of playing music, I have<br />
been made to look like the ‘girl’ in the band. At<br />
a Jazz Festival Youth Competition, I was made<br />
to wear a dress. This was in contrast to the rest<br />
of the band, who were given the option of dress<br />
shirts. The reasoning behind this mandate: I<br />
was a girl and the rest of the band was made up<br />
of boys. At no point did the outfit improve our<br />
performance, but regardless of my comfort and<br />
my ability to play properly when wearing it, the<br />
connection between my sex and what was<br />
perceived to be the correct representation of it<br />
was pushed. I should have been given the<br />
capacity to choose what I wanted to wear, but<br />
instead the stereotype of my gender was<br />
reinforced. I was also immediately on the back<br />
foot, as I had to endure the extra selfconsciousness<br />
of wearing something that isn’t<br />
comfortable to play in. (I don’t know if you<br />
know much about the drums, but it requires<br />
you to have your legs open – rendering a dress<br />
rather pointless and revealing)<br />
This approach should be adopted by all<br />
members of the band, but for some reason boys<br />
have an intensely unverified confidence that the<br />
size of their dick corresponds to their ability to<br />
achieve. The Jam group is a perfect place to<br />
watch this type of peacocking performance. It<br />
will start with the song choice, and those that<br />
don’t have the entire Stadium Arcadian album<br />
memorised will have failed at the first hurdle.<br />
Once a song has been picked, probably<br />
‘Readymade’ so that the bassist can have their<br />
moment, it’s a battle of who can get away with<br />
as much wank as possible before the dirge of<br />
sound eventually collapses in on itself.<br />
It is a spectacle the usually renders nothing less<br />
than a splitting headache, and an irrational<br />
anger that you’ve had minutes of your life<br />
wasted by a pack of egotistical beach balls. Yet, I<br />
am made to feel inadequate.<br />
I tried to get a few comments from my fellow<br />
female musicians for this piece, but I soon<br />
realised going through my friends list that there<br />
were very few. I guess it highlights the whole<br />
issue perfectly that the number doesn’t even go<br />
up to ten.<br />
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This is where programs like the Jam group are meant<br />
to step in, but instead they continue to foster an<br />
environment that projects hostility. It seems hard to<br />
believe that it a world besieged by SoundCloud mac<br />
boys, there isn’t at least a few more women able to<br />
come play with me. Catherine Popper, bassist and<br />
session musician, sums it up for me: ‘<br />
it’s nice to group<br />
up and remember<br />
what it is we<br />
really do.<br />
That we’re not<br />
angels, and we’re<br />
not whores.<br />
We’re just<br />
musicians.’<br />
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Get your groove on to some awesome female<br />
musicians and bands.<br />
1. Black Coffee—Ella Fitzgerald<br />
2. Elephants—Warpaint<br />
3. Tom’s Diner—Suzanne Vega<br />
4. Blue—Joni Mitchell<br />
5. Chuck E’s in Love—Ricki Lee Jones<br />
6. Digital Witness—St. Vincent<br />
7. Horses in my Dreams—PJ Harvey<br />
8. The Greatest—Cat Power<br />
9. Human Behaviour—Bjork<br />
10.Will you Love me Tomorrow ? - Carole King<br />
11.Video Girl—FKA Twigs<br />
12.Santa Fe—Eilen Jewell<br />
13.Walk on by—Dionne Warwick<br />
14.Your Best American Girl—Mitski<br />
15.My Baby Just Cares for Me –Nina Simone<br />
16. A Place in the Sun—Marine Girls<br />
Its not meant to be a vibe—back off .<br />
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The day has been long. It has been long in two ways. One, that you were up by the time the first rays<br />
of sunlight broke the milky dawn. And two, that the entire day has been dedicated to letting others<br />
borrow your brain. It feels like, quite literally, you’ve taken one of those small bone saws that hang<br />
in the window of a butchers, made a hasty incision along the forehead, and plonked the mushy pink<br />
-matter into the hands of the waiting vultures. The day has been long, but it is now over.<br />
And residing in the frosty clutches of your off-white fridge, is the elixir that will make the night<br />
short. Before, you’ve even set your eyes on its familiar shape, the sound of the fridge opening is<br />
enough to send a thrill down your spine. It’s a tickle at the back of your throat; a collective sigh of<br />
relief from both shoulders, as the tension releases. This is a dance that you have done before. The<br />
hue of the wine is barely a shade worth mentioning. But, in a day so violently filled with colour and<br />
distraction, it is a welcome change.<br />
In a rush of competing responsibilities, you own two baking trays but no wine glasses. It’s a shame<br />
that you live with every time friends visit. Something beats on the walls telling you that if you take<br />
that step towards that etcetera of adulthood, you’ll no longer be able to reside in that half-state that<br />
justifies the manic attitude you possess. So, sitting on the kitchen bench is a prized Darth Vader<br />
mug. The top of his head has been cut open to allow you to drink from. It is like you are drinking<br />
evil thoughts.<br />
You pour the wine into the mug. It makes that ‘chug’ noise that splits any student flat. Before,<br />
you’ve even called for the others, three more mugs have landed next to yours. But you’re selfish and<br />
you need a taste first. The cut you made on your forehead is starting to ooze and ache. The day has<br />
been long.<br />
The liquid crawls to the tip of your tongue. It lavishes your wits with a sour burn. Fruity at first, the<br />
flavour morphs into that sickly sweet tang of alcohol that lingers. You chase it down with the Mango<br />
concoction, until the source of the fluid shakes out one remaining drop. Slammed back on to the<br />
bench with gusto, poor Vader is refilled again. This time you sip at the wine. The evening has just<br />
started.<br />
The colours inside your head go spinning around. People are screaming and shouting, while you<br />
stare at the ceiling. By now, they all look like monsters. Figments of what they once were. One of the<br />
monsters sits in the bath, clawing at everything it sees. Another one waits by the oven, overtaken by<br />
hunger. You are just lucky to be ignored. Nevertheless, you’ve hidden all the knives in a panic.<br />
Before long, you’ve reached that point where you’ve got to search for a silver lining. Regret and<br />
remorse are listed in the fine print of ingredients on the label. With your feet in the air, and your<br />
head on the ground, you’ll have to ask whether there is any turning back?<br />
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69 THOUGHTS YOU’LL HAVE WHILE<br />
WATCHING<br />
‘A Simple Favour’<br />
and<br />
at the cinema<br />
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TO ‘DA’ OR NOT TO<br />
‘DA’<br />
A Review of ‘Poet in Da Corner’ by Little Britches<br />
There is nothing like seeing the phenomenon of a<br />
middle-age white man throwing shapes. I can tell<br />
you that it is a lot of arms and not a lot of<br />
movement from the hips. I can’t really comment<br />
because I dance like a pogo stick, but whilst my<br />
dancing is often prompted by forced social<br />
outings to ‘the club’, this man's moves were born<br />
of a collective need from the entire audience to<br />
‘get jiggy’ with the performance of ‘Poet in Da<br />
Corner.’<br />
Misanthropic McNugget was very kind to extend<br />
an invitation to the performance, courtesy of a<br />
family member (@mzaboura). And we arrived at<br />
the Royal Court Theatre in London, with literally<br />
no idea where the night was heading. The few<br />
words that McNugget was able to offer regarding<br />
the content of the show was ‘spoken-word, poetry<br />
and Shakespeare.’<br />
While researching this show for my review, I<br />
encountered an argument in the comment section<br />
of a Guardian Article (yes, I did the lazy student<br />
tactic of looking for other reviews), where a duel<br />
of words was taking place over the correct name<br />
of the show. In the theme of true English<br />
dramatism, I guess you could call it a, to ‘Da’ or<br />
not to ‘Da’ moment. Back and forth, two<br />
anonymous users battled over what one (let's call<br />
him Laertes) thought was a typo, while the other<br />
(Hamlet) undertook the protection of the creative<br />
integrity of the title. It was a war of principle.<br />
And yet, it is something that I imagine that the<br />
star and writer of the show, Deborah ‘Debris’<br />
Stevenson would find funny. The entire premise<br />
of ‘Poet in Da Corner’ is about the blend between<br />
the mediums of contemporary grime music and<br />
poetry. So, in many ways the struggle depicted in<br />
the comment section, was exactly some of the<br />
tension that arises in the show. Based on the 2003<br />
album ‘Boy in Da Corner’ by Dizzie Rascal, the<br />
show is semi-autobiographical and follows Debris<br />
through an adolescence that is marked by the toing<br />
and fro-ing of growing up in a strict Mormon<br />
household, while also (to use that coming of age<br />
trope) trying to establish who she is outside of<br />
that household. One of my favourite lines in the<br />
entire performance depicts this struggle,<br />
comparing home life to being packed into<br />
Tupperware. There is nothing I love more than an<br />
extended metaphor, than a metaphor that uses<br />
contemporary references; I was enthralled.<br />
A scene that should be underlined for its pure<br />
production flare, was (much to McNuggets horror)<br />
the milk waterboarding carousel that saw one of<br />
the actors in the production doused in a ‘Flash<br />
Dance’ explosion of religious morality and<br />
blame.<br />
“...BORN OF A COL-<br />
LECTIVE NEED TO<br />
GET JIGGY...”<br />
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The show goes on to broach themes of sexuality,<br />
representation and personal trauma, using both the<br />
music of grime and dance to explore these topics in a<br />
flashy engaging yet still entirely thought-provoking<br />
way.<br />
The highlight of the shows content was the final<br />
‘conflict’ that traversed the entire stage, as both the<br />
character of Debris and her childhood friend (now<br />
foe) spit rhymes at each other so fast that I could<br />
almost see the broadswords clashing.<br />
It was this set-piece that prompted the dancing from<br />
the audience and achieved, what I consider to be the<br />
ultimate ode to the performer, the desire to run home<br />
immediately and start furiously writing poetry about<br />
how a lot of your conversations are about ‘copypasting<br />
answers that match, and not getting too<br />
attached.’ (See what I did there…contemporary email<br />
references)<br />
Both McNugget and I left the theatre raving and<br />
infinitely inspired.<br />
Cast: Debris Stevenson , Jammz , Cassie<br />
Clare and Kirubel Belay<br />
Drirected by Ola Ince<br />
Written by Debris Stevenson<br />
Music and composition by Michael<br />
‘Mikey J’ Asante<br />
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COYOTE NOME DE PLUME<br />
Dead behind the eyes<br />
Shiny, happy hair full of<br />
potential and secrets<br />
Hands permanently in claw<br />
form<br />
Reaching for hope<br />
Chic and impractical outfit<br />
A typical<br />
COYOTE reader<br />
Enviable ankles and leather<br />
brogues<br />
You may have noticed that all the contributors at Coyote have unconventional names and titles.<br />
Although we wish, these weren’t the names we were born with and are rather the consequence of a<br />
rigorous personal journey all contributors are obligated to go on when they join Coyote. The first<br />
stage of this journey always starts at the local pub, where members are asked to drink an entire<br />
pitcher of ‘Long Island iced tea’ from a purple crazy straw that was handed down from the original<br />
Coyote, Truman ‘Baby Knuckles’ Fulcher. From there, it’s a complete mystery where candidates end<br />
up as they are seen stumbling out of the double-barrel doors of the pub, only to be found a day later<br />
fast asleep on the yellow slide at Victoria Park. It’s at this moment that their unconventional baptism<br />
is completed, as the pile-up of furious toddlers awaiting their turn spills past the top of the slide. The<br />
Coyote contributor is dubbed with the first insult to be flung at them by the irate tots.<br />
Lucky for the loyal reader that has made it this far, we aren’t going to force you to do this (although<br />
you may do so in your free time) and have devised a simple quiz in order for you to find your<br />
Written By Misanthropic McNugget 53<br />
Coyote ‘Nom de Plume.’ Read on with care.
PART ONE<br />
This section of the quiz will form the first part of your Coyote Name. Answer truthfully, as there are no doovers.<br />
Q.1 There is a place in the supermarket that is seldom visited. It exists in a realm beyond the freezer section<br />
that only those lucky to have a parent that is liberal with the cash and food-colouring ratio allowed in foods<br />
will take you. Its cold and poorly lit but nestled between Chilly Chicken Kievs and Quorn Red-Onion sausages,<br />
is the neon treat that has no equal. The yellow frosting and multi-coloured sprinkles belie the level<br />
of whimsy that is contained in the plain white box. It cuts an imposing rectangle, but I have yet to taste its<br />
gooey chilled middle. Have you ever eaten an ice cream cake?<br />
YES = Go to Q2<br />
NO = Go to Q5<br />
Q2. Have you ever gone to the Cinema alone?<br />
YES = Go to Q3<br />
NO = Go to Q6<br />
Q.3 The year is 2031. Outside large black clouds collect on the horizon and the promise of a storm lingers in<br />
the air. You have only been outside for 10 minutes and already you can feel the heaviness of it settling on<br />
your skin. You make your way back inside the building to your desk. It’s been so long since you’ve seen<br />
the sun that even the harsh lamp that sits next to your laptop is warming. Soon, just the backlight of the<br />
screen will be enough to bring you back to those few days were you able to lounge languidly at the park<br />
and eat ice creams until you were sick. Soon, you whisper to yourself. Soon. Does the prospect of VR make<br />
you nervous?<br />
YES = Go to Q7<br />
NO = Go to Q4<br />
Q4. Would you buy me an ice cream cake if I asked nicely?<br />
YES = Go to Q8 NO = Go to Q9<br />
The NUMBER YOU CHOSE is the first part of your name and can be found on<br />
Q5. Not usually one to be confrontational, you notice that the quantity of your coconut shampoo has been<br />
reducing exponentially lately. It’s not an expensive shampoo, but as a student you are quite frugal and in<br />
order to survive for the rest of the month, you’ve budgeted out only one bottle of the fruity hair product.<br />
Additionally, this particular brand of coconut Shampoo is your favourite, and often has you catching yourself<br />
during the day wondering where that luscious scent is, only to realise it’s yourself. The only explanation<br />
is that your flatmate is stealing. On a quick of sniff of their scalp, it is conclusive. You decide too?<br />
(1) Just let it go and buy another bottle of shampoo, knowing that although you won’t be able to have the<br />
chicken burger from Spoons this month, that your flatmate is genuinely a lovely person that makes up for<br />
their criminal behaviour by being generally clean and tidy<br />
(2) Be extremely passive aggressive and take all your soap products, food and personal belongings out of<br />
common areas; purchase a small hot plate, a camping shower and toilet so that you never have to leave the<br />
safety and protection of your room.<br />
(3) Confront your flatmate but have no actual backbone and end up giving them the bottle of shampoo,<br />
while simultaneously thanking them for allowing you the honour of their company.<br />
(4) Be normal and just tell them to buy their own shampoo<br />
(5) Tell your mum.<br />
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Q6. Its 2003, and your mum wants to know what musical instrument you want to learn? (She will later threaten<br />
to take away said instrument because QUOTE: you obviously don’t want to play it and I am just wasting my<br />
money’ – even though you practice EVERYDAY for 30 mins until the age of 18. Mum just doesn’t realise that<br />
your sweet Nintendo DS is calling with the promise of some sick Pokémon.)<br />
(6) Guitar<br />
(9) Bongos<br />
(7) Piano<br />
(10) Drums<br />
(8) Bass<br />
Q7. While out being social at a Law school party, you knock over a particularly bright, sticky drink on the<br />
hosts carpet. You decide too?<br />
(11) Knock over another drink, you don’t like these people anyway<br />
(12) Immediately tell the host, and offer to pay for a professional clean<br />
(13) Leave. I don’t know why you were there in the first place.<br />
(14) Pretend that someone else did it and sidle out of the room<br />
(15) Laugh and keep partying.<br />
Q8. You have just killed a man by putting a gun against his head. Your mum finds out and cries. How could<br />
you have thrown your life away? Blame it on the:<br />
(16) The boogie<br />
(17) The dog<br />
(18) Beelzebub<br />
(19) A fragile sense of self that has been severely inflated since going through puberty<br />
(20) A growing suspicion that the only way to get ahead in life is to be an asshole<br />
Q9. You are annoying and difficult, so you get the number 21.<br />
(1) Habitual<br />
(2) Cyber<br />
(3) Nurse<br />
(4) Smooth-talkin<br />
(5) Admin<br />
(6) Bubba<br />
(9) Premium<br />
(10)Destroyer<br />
(11) Daddy<br />
(12)Geraldine<br />
(13) Darth<br />
(14) Foxy<br />
(17) Dorito-Cheeto<br />
(18) Lil<br />
(19) Short Round<br />
(20) Mamma<br />
(21) Beige<br />
(7) Laser-eyes<br />
(8) Lord<br />
(15) Baby<br />
(16) Mother<br />
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PART TWO<br />
Before you lies an open stretch of road. You are behind the wheel of a red convertible and are taking the corners<br />
like the Formula One drivers of Monaco. The sun beats down hard and as you go around a particularly tight corner,<br />
you are blinded by sunstrike. Unfortunately, this corner skirts the beginning of a large drop, and like Kris<br />
Kristofferson in a ‘Star is Born’ you leave a troubled past to start anew. What song is playing on the radio?<br />
1.‘Smalltown Boy’ – The Bronski Beat<br />
2.‘Tessalate’ – Alt-J<br />
3.‘Young Hearts Run Free’ – Candi Stanton<br />
4.‘Glue’ – Bicep<br />
5.‘Evergreen’ – Barbra Streisand<br />
6.‘Happy House’ – Siouxise and The Banshees<br />
7.‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ – Joy Division<br />
8.‘Freestyler’ – BoomFunk MC’s<br />
9.‘Jump in the line (Senora, Senora)’ – Harry<br />
Belafonte<br />
10.‘Karmacoma’ – Massive Attack<br />
11.‘Breathin’ – Ariana Grande<br />
12.‘Dress’ – Taylor Swift<br />
13.‘Ribs’ – Lorde<br />
14.‘Pussy’ – Brazilian Girls<br />
15.‘1950’ – King Princess<br />
16.‘Feel Good Inc’ – The Gorillaz<br />
17.‘September’ – Earth, Wind & Fire<br />
18.‘Just Like Heaven’ – The Cure<br />
19.‘Bigmouth Strikes Again’ – The Smiths<br />
20.‘Electric Feel’ – MGMT<br />
21.‘Hounds of Love’ - Kate Bush<br />
22.‘Young, Dumb & Broke’ – Khalid<br />
23.‘Satisfaction’ – The Rolling Stones<br />
24.‘The Greatest’ – Cat Power<br />
25.‘My Baby Just Cares for Me’ – Nina Simone<br />
26.‘Masters of War’ – Bob Dylan<br />
27.‘Jesus Wept’ – Mavis Staples<br />
28.‘VCR’ – The xx<br />
29.‘Shake it Out’ – Florence & The Machine<br />
30.‘Where Did I Go?’ – Jorja Smith<br />
31.‘Modern Girl’ – Sleater-Kinney<br />
32.‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’ – The Beatles<br />
33.‘Edge of Seventeen’ – Stevie Nicks<br />
34.‘The Chain’ – Fleetwood Mac<br />
35.‘Monster’ – Kanye West, Jay Z, Nicki Minaj,<br />
Bon Iver<br />
36.‘Because the Night’ – Patti Smith<br />
37.‘Gangster Paradise’ – Coolio<br />
38.‘Future Starts Slow’ – The Kills<br />
39.‘Bodak Yellow’ – Cardi B<br />
40.‘Ready or Not’ – Fugees<br />
41.‘Shoop’ – Salt-N-Pepper<br />
42.‘Old Man’ – Neil Young<br />
43.‘In a Sentimental Mood’ – Duke Ellington,<br />
John Coltrane<br />
44.‘Monkey Gone to Heaven’ – The Pixies<br />
45.‘Lover, You Should’ve Come Over’ – Jeff<br />
Buckley<br />
46.‘Take it Easy’ – The Eagles<br />
47.‘Love for Sale’ – Ella Fitzgerald<br />
48.‘Whole Lotta Love’ – Led Zeppelin<br />
49.‘Son of a Preacher Man’ – Dusty Springfield<br />
50.‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ – Queen<br />
51.‘Piano Man’ – Billy Joel<br />
52.‘Dream On’ – Aerosmith<br />
53.‘Ivy’ – Frank Ocean<br />
54.‘Baba O’Riley’ – The Who<br />
55.‘Born to Run’ – Bruce Springsteen<br />
56.‘Think’ – Aretha Franklin<br />
57.‘You want it Darker’ – Leonard Cohen<br />
58.‘ Malamente’ – Rosalia<br />
59.‘Fake Plastic Trees’ – Radiohead<br />
60.‘Best to You’ – Blood Orange<br />
61.‘Redbone’ – Childish Gambino<br />
62.‘Easy’ – The Commodores<br />
63.‘Ernie’ – Fat Freddy’s Drop<br />
64.‘Tears Dry on their Own’ – Amy Winehouse<br />
65.‘On & On’ - Erykah Badu<br />
66.‘Tom’s Diner’ – Suzanne Vega<br />
67.‘Human Behaviour’ – Bjork<br />
68.‘Chasing Pavements’ – Adele<br />
69.‘We found Love’ – Rihanna, Calvin Harris<br />
70.‘Fast Love Pt 1’ – George Michael<br />
71.‘Timber’ – Kesha, Pitbull<br />
72.‘Genisis’ – Grimes<br />
73.‘Gin and Juice’ – Snoop Dogg<br />
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The NUMBER of your song is the second part of your name.<br />
1.Manson<br />
2.Babs<br />
3.Shark<br />
4.Bowie<br />
5.Norman<br />
6.Glue<br />
7.Trowel<br />
8.Ginsberg<br />
9.Maggot<br />
10.Carbone<br />
11.Pickle<br />
12.Jingle-Jangle<br />
13.Kool Aid<br />
14.Nutter<br />
15.Windex<br />
16.Suga<br />
17.Pepper<br />
18.Corgi<br />
19.Lump<br />
20.Vermeer<br />
21.Tate<br />
22.Orange<br />
23.Siracha<br />
24.Inertia<br />
25.Witch<br />
26.Cruella<br />
27.Sandalwood<br />
28.Grande<br />
29.Cooper<br />
30.Mooshu<br />
31.Cubbie<br />
32.Partay<br />
33.Denning<br />
34.Squat<br />
35.Monday<br />
36.Tiff<br />
37.Ivy<br />
38.Spinach<br />
39.MJ<br />
40.Hoover<br />
41.Dicey<br />
42.Edge<br />
43.Esther<br />
44.Prouty<br />
45.Pank<br />
46.Shepherd<br />
47.Suffragetto<br />
48.Pumpkin<br />
49.Honey<br />
50.Wallace<br />
51.Kiddo<br />
52.Grady<br />
53.Ripley<br />
54.Barranca<br />
55.Amrish<br />
56.Soft-Scoop<br />
57.Kinkle<br />
58.Cherry<br />
59.Munchkin<br />
60.Meal-Deal<br />
61.Eight<br />
62.Scooby<br />
63.Paris<br />
64.Sausage<br />
65.Juniper<br />
66.Condor<br />
67.Shelly<br />
68.Stripes<br />
69.Buster<br />
70.Wilson<br />
71.Hagrid<br />
72.Skeeter<br />
73.Wickers<br />
Quiz by Little Britches.—The real challenge is guessing the origin<br />
of these words. They traverse the universe.<br />
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My father took me into the garden<br />
He pointed a gun at a rock<br />
Can you go as fast as me? He jeered.<br />
My father took me into the garden.<br />
He shot at a rock so it painted the grass like a pollock painting<br />
Can you do it faster than me? He jeered.<br />
My father took me into the garden.<br />
I pointed a gun at him.<br />
I painted the grass like a pollock painting.<br />
Poem by Misanthropic McNugget<br />
Based on True Events<br />
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The first step in cooking rabbit stew is catching the rabbit<br />
Sitting around a table that hasn’t been cleared in days,<br />
Sticky with beer and crumbs<br />
There is no other place I would rather be<br />
Bowls barely full with a plain and stale mix,<br />
This might not be fine dining, but it sure beats<br />
Pretending under the light of candlesticks.<br />
It is easy to forget the time<br />
The uncomfortableness of comfort forces the clock to chime.<br />
Under the sterile lights, I will stay up with you<br />
Eating our pasta and staring as lover’s do.<br />
Poem by Cuzy-moto<br />
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