finally. a reasonable draft of the dj paper is done. it’s 5000 words and i want 3500, but heck. it’s done. we also have title and abstract:
Swing DJs: not all-girls and not all-spinning, all the time
The Melbourne swing dancing community is centred on music and the dance act, and the DJ plays an increasingly important role in social dancing. The swing DJ performs an example of an elite performance of swing fandom, with status and meaning developed by online swing media discourse. Various institutions within the swing community, producing online media which ranges from email newsletters to websites and electronic discussion boards, not only regulate practical DJing opportunities for DJs, but also manage the meaning and value of their Â‘workÂ’ within the community. The swing DJ identity is defined not only by the music they play and the fan knowledge they possess, but also by familiar markers of gender and identity. Melbourne swingers – as a fan community – reproduce traditional notions of gender and work and professionalism in much the same way as the wider community. This paper explores the swing DJ identity, and ends with a brief examination of the possibilities for re
sistance within swing DJ discourse.
of course the only things i write about in this blog are swing, my thesis, my partner and sewing and gardening. what else is there?
i’m going to start posting some of the things i’ve written about swing dancing, lindy hop, swing culture, etc, here on this site.
hang tight – some are long, some are complex. they are of course copyright ME. if you want to reproduce bits make sureyou credit MEMEME.
he loves it. so we have to watch it.
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saw an ad for the next season of big brother…
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we rode to ann’s house for the first time on the 8th march. it was ok.
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should i keep the group social dancing responses bit in the chapter? i have more than enough stuff on DJing to make the whole chapter just about DJing. should i ditch the other stuff on music? i like the bits about strolls, etc. i really do. but i think they might just work nicely in the chapter on the dance act.
oh, this thesis is too big. i have too much to say.
i’ve gotta give a paper in may (on music stuff i guess), i’m getting the lotr stuff done today so i can write the report (go look here for a project description, you can even do the survey if you like), and i’m trying to edit my ridiculously long chapter on music and djing. which is why, of course, i’m doing bloggage.
but i love it. i love my thesis so much. it’s really interesting stuff. i wish, though, that i could be a bit cleverer with the theory stuff. i just know i’m not reading enough hardcore lit. but i sure am wanking on a fair bit about swingers’ use of music. djing as professional identity… i’m getting a feeling about the development of professional roles in subcultures… is it a sign of a complicating of the community? is it a sign of community development?
only if you figure go-capitalism is a marker of community growth. maybe it’d be less distressing to see it as a marker of corruption. degeneration… nah.
but it’s certainly a marker for patterns of power and status.
maybe i should should wack some of my work up on here? not like anyone would read it, though, i guess.
Red Singlet Girl was at the gym on tuesday when i was.
i think i’ve got a crush. she’s so cool. she was doing this thing where she was lifting her whole body up from two parallel bars (like the gymnastic ones), she was just hanging there, going up and down, up and down, her legs together, toes pointed, muscles rippling. it was so cool. so i made sure i did the very best fitball squats ever. because i reckon i could be that cool. and i’m sure even exercises with the name ‘fitball squats’ could be as cool as lifting your own body weight up and down, up and down, suspended between two parallel bars.
i was considering making my own togs.
i was going to make a swimming costume. obviously ill-fitting trousers and weirdo stripey shirts weren’t enough. i was seriously thinking about full-scale public humiliation.
oh goddess, help me to restrain myself.
i had planned to write more regularly. but i got all caught up in some postgraduate angst and couldn’t face the computer. so i went to the gym. i’m now very obsessed with yoga, avoiding aerobics and have bought a new pair of bathers.
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