Cecilia and her two younger sisters Maria and Irene were sold by their mother at the age of 9, 10 and 11 years. At the age of 13 Cecilia´s younger sister Irene died when she was raped after an abortion. Cecilia and her sister Maria made a case and brought their mother to jail. © Christian Bobst

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I’m INCREDIBLY EXCITED to announce that I will be apart of the Polyvinyl Record Company 4-Track Singles Series! Other bands participating include Cloud Nothings,Foxygen’s Diane Coffee, EfterklangJohn VandersliceMatt PryorMikal CroninThao & The Get Down Stay Down and more! We all recorded our songs on the same 4-track recorder and mailed on to the next artist. 

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God Bless My Friends (Live In Studio)
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  • The Family Records Singles Club - Vol. 10

Song of the Day: I Low - God Bless My Friends (LIVE in Studio)

We’re excited to share with you the B-side song to the latest release in the Family Records Singles Club, I Low’s “ John Stuart Mills.”

“God Bless My Friends” is a special, LIVE studio recording by I Low (aka Colin Reynolds). Read Colin’s take on the songs and download them here, and take a closer look at the artwork right here. ENJOY!

Remus wiped a bead of sweat off his temple as another wave of nausea hit him and he may have squeezed Teddy’s hand too hard while he rested his forehead against the house. Teddy glanced up at his father with wide, worried eyes.

“A second… Just a second, Teddy,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut. He could have hit himself for not dropping his son off earlier, when he’d barely started to feel the effects of the imminent full moon. Teddy looked like he was having the time of his life at his football practice and Remus silently hated himself for putting his son through this. 

Another wave hit him full force and he yanked his hand away from his son’s, doubling over and vomiting in the bushes beside the front door. The small, cold hands that pressed against his neck and cheek felt amazing on his feverish skin and he reluctantly pulled them away. 

“It’s okay. I…I’m okay,” he sent his son a smile, hoping the pain didn’t turn it into a grimace. He muttered a quick cleaning charm to rinse the taste out of his mouth and rubbed at his aching knees. “Could you reach the doorbell?” Teddy nodded hastily and reached up to press the button.

“Daddy?” He frowned, wide eyes flitting between his father and the front door. His voice was small and scared and Remus thought that hearing that was far more painful than his transformation. He reached a shaky hand up to run through Teddy’s hair, turned a dark, midnight blue that conveyed his worry. The ring Teddy had made him out of spare, metallically-colored paperclips shone in the setting sun. 

Leaning his shoulder against the house for balance, Remus tugged the ring off and set it in his son’s outstretched hand. “Keep this safe for me, will you?” He planted a kiss on the top of Teddy’s head and ruffled his hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The door swung open in front of them and, with one long look at Remus, Lily scooped Teddy up and brought him into the house. James watched his friend sway on the front porch for a moment before he spoke. “Bad month?” Remus couldn’t even nod, the threat of vomiting again too strong. James stepped back farther into the house for a moment before walking back and closing the front door behind him, wand in hand. “You’re not in any shape to apparate, Remus. Let me side-along you.”

Reluctantly, Remus reached his arm out to wrap his hand around James’ bicep and, seconds later, they disappeared.

One Track Mind Singles Series - Launching 09/27

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- Me (announcing something) Soho, 2011

For the longest time discovering new, great music was my favorite thing to do. Then I discovered that could be a part of my daily working life, and I started trying to get into A&R.

Then A&R died a mysterious sort of death.

I continued to pursue ways into the music industry, as music was still the only thing I got really excited about, and tried some djing and booking live shows. Elements of both of those things felt like A&R,  finding great new talent and being able to share it with people but it still wasn’t quite enough. Starting my job with Family Records, I watched Wesley launch the Family Records Singles Club, focusing on beautiful acoustic/folk songs with really great original artwork attached.  I secretly plotted to one day wear glasses and grow a beard and have my very own singles series.

Luckily, no glasses or beards were needed and it came up a few months after working there. My taste varies a huge amount but I have a special corner of my heart for danceable indie pop. It just makes people feel good and excited about their lives. I’ve always wanted to curate, discover, share and be proud of great music I find, and with the launch of “One Track Mind” I am able to finally do that.

I like to think that the songs in this series would be songs I would play if I was djing an indie night somewhere in NYC - except I won’t try to cross-fade anything. I hope you love each song as much as the next and that you always come back to check out each new release.

The first release will be out on iTunes 9/27, and before then on the Family Records Store. We’ll preview the audio and the artwork before then. - Lauren

Little Talks Part 1

A/N: Thank you to all of you that gave me feedback, it means a lot to me! ou can read the imagine this was based off of here. This is named after the song by Of Monsters and Men, whih I am not claiming to own.

Warnings- none, I think. I don’t think there’s any language.

Tags (if you want to be tagged in future parts, feel free to ask me and I’ll try my best! I tagged those who gave me feedback off of anon)- @chelseypaigeake , @forgotten-inthiscruelworld@ellen-reincarnated1967 ,
@elaina-faith , @sassysupernaturalsweetheart , @nxvakwinchxster , @jasminelizabethh , @styles2248 , @deanandsamsbitch

Disclaimer: Addie and Mack are my own characters, and no hate for Danneel. Jensen is single in this fic.

You had an average life. It was about as average as average can possibly be, actually. You had two roommates, you lived in a simple two story house with them both. The neighbor to your left was a little 67 year old lady by the name of Clarence, her adult children visiting her once a week, and from whenever you talked to her, it sounded like the only talking to her they did was trying to convince her to move into a nursing home. Clarence would always tell you it was never going to happen, and you always smiled at her determination.

The neighbor to your right used to be a small family of 4, with another member on its way. You hadn’t talked to them often, but you had assumed they moved out because they would need more room for when the baby had arrived.

Average. That’s all you had ever imagined your life to be. You thought you would meet a man your age at college, maybe a park, and start a family with him after dating for a few years. You thought you would have a daughter and a son with said man, and you would grow old with him. You didn’t, however, imagine being in love with someone.

You always found it strange, that you could imagine having children with a man, but not being so in love you could hardly think straight. Maybe it was the stereotype society had engraved into you head at a young age. Maybe it was just because you grew up seeing a mother and father with a few kids and told yourself that you would have that at a young age without realizing how she felt towards the man. Or maybe, you just couldn’t imagine someone loving you that much; loving you enough to have children with you, or even just enough to want to spend the rest of their life with you.

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Check out Chi-Town juke stars BBU with their homage to the greatest city in the world in “Home.” This is yet another release in the ever-growing W1N Vol. I Singles Series, with BBU joining the ranks of ShowYouSuck, G.o.D. Jewels, and YP. 

W1N Vol I. drops in just a few short weeks, but we’re definitely not done giving you free singles yet. We have more heaters coming out soon, so keep checking our MUSIC page every W1NSDAY to get the newest single before anyone else. Now peep the track:

GIIR #14 / ss #2

Manuals - In a Clean, Well Lighted Place

Manuals is Alex and Andy. They play noisy, energetic punk music with huge builds and huge vibes. Obvious comparisons could be made to bands like Tiny Hawks, but they veer between various different areas in their overall sound. I am very happy to have them joining us, and very happy they are contributing to the Singles Series (And there are already talks of some future releases too…).

In a Clean, Well Lighted Place will be available on a limited run of cassettes, tentatively scheduled for some time toward the middle-end of February. Go check out a rough demo of the title track at the bands bandcamp, link below


What Manga Is Not

I’ll be direct. There is no such thing as Japanese manga. American manga. Korean manga. Canadian manga. Manga eyes. Manga hair. Manga storyboarding. Manga hands. Manga style. Mangaish. They simply do not exist.

Manga is a Japanese word comparable to English cartoon, composed of two Chinese characters 漫(overflow, vast, unrestrained)and 画(image, drawing). The same word is pronounced differently in different Chinese-based Asian languages, for instance in Korean it would be close to mànhuà. It essentially means abundance of images. Manga can be created for innumerable reasons: to narrate a story, to describe metaphysical concepts, to circulate political opinions, to make people laugh, or to turn them on. It can be composed of a single image or series of images. The images can be consecutive or completely discontinuous. Manga could contain frames or no frames, conversational balloons or no conversational balloons.

Again, manga (with no capital M) simply means “cartoon” in Japanese. So when you’re chatting in Japanese to another Japanese speaker in Japanese cultural context, by saying manga you could be suggesting any of the following things:

The Adventures of Tintin by Herge (Franco-Belgian)

Dirty Plotte by Julie Doucet (Canadian)

Pretty Boy by Gye Young Chun (Korean)


Outside of Japanese cultural context, for instance if you are an 22-year-old Williamsburg resident conversing in English with a random person at an alternative bar(whatever that may mean), by manga you mean exclusively the cartoons created and published originally within geographical and social confines of Japan:

The Story of Carubania by TONO

Pyoto Fuku Jaguar by Usta Kyoske

My Home by Saibara Rieko

What’s all these complicated distinctions? Why do we have to get so specific when we can all just read, draw, or say whatever we want and enjoy the good life? The reason is simple: perfectly enjoyable life doesn’t exist; and if you think your life is one, you’ve been bubbled inside a delusion constructed upon someone else’s sorrow and sacrifice. It matters so much for you to know exactly what manga is because the deception perpetuates white supremacy and cultural colonialism.

I’m not saying you’re a racist. Of course you’re not. You’re not a sexist. You’re not a colonialist, obviously, we don’t live in 19th century anymore. You couldn’t have gone to Paris World’s Fair to stare at Japanese people. 

You didn’t sign the Treaty of Nanjing. You didn’t bomb Hiroshima. You never looted any nation’s treasures. You never forced to open any nation’s port. You’ve never even bullied an innocent Asian girl in high school. You love sushi. You love manga. You have a bunch of Korean friends. You’ve even dated a Japanese. In fact, in this simulation, you might as well be an Asian person yourself.

But what if you read manga on illegal scanlation websites? Doesn’t that count as looting? What if you’ve expected your Asian friends to behave like your ideal manga characters? Did you not confine them within your imaginary zoo fences? What if you read manga because you think it works as a proof of superior taste, did you not steal that dirty toilet from some Chinese peasant’s house and place it on your fancy commode? Again, what happens if you’ve done all these and you’re Asian? Does it make you guilt free? Or does it make you that sneaky spy character in gangster movies who sells his own family?

So we need to know. Both of us. We need to distinguish and specify, so that you don’t end up in that delusional bubble and I don’t have to break my bones holding it up. That is what cultural colonialism means at its core. You can break someone’s bones simply by perpetuating the ignorance. Privilege is the liberty to not know.

And I’m not exaggerating when I say break bones. If I don’t know Marcel Duchamp and what he did I would be ridiculed, criticized, corrected, and could even possibly be kicked out of school or be fired. But what do you have to lose for not knowing Tezuka Osamu? Nothing. Cultural colonialism sets hierarchy between knowledge, languages, visual expressions, and more. It distinguishes what’s the fundamental factors to know in life (French semiotics, American history, and Greek classics) and what’s supplementary (20th century Chinese feminist authors, Baratanatyam, and Yaoi classics).

By specifying what manga is not and recognizing its own values, instead of otherizing and simplifying it, we can at least try to understand each other. For sure you’d be a better person than the curious spectator at a human zoo.