If you heard the sound of a heavenly host of Seraphim blaring trumpets and singing Allelujah with their flaming swords held aloft and their six wings all unfurled coming from somewhere in the North of England, don’t worry, it’s not another miraculous virgin birth. It’s just that I finally handed in my thesis! Again! Second time’s a charm, I say. Let’s just hope my theory chapter had enough theory in it!
I think I may be in a bit of shock, not having anything (academic) to do for the first time in nearly two years.
Hopefully soon I’ll have a post written up that briefly sums up the concepts of performance, performity and mis-performance within the genre of new wave music. This covers all sorts of things, from boys wearing eyeliner and girls cropping their hair, to the use of synthesizers instead of guitars, and the discussing of (often painful or taboo) private emotions in fun pop songs; all the stuff we know and love about new wave!
And now to celebrate, here’s a shot of pure pop sunshine (with added vitamin C):
Orange Juice, ‘Rip it Up’ (1982– a very good year, if I may say so!)
It’s so very 1980s!
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