Say No To Smog

In order to be at least somewhat constructive while I procrastinate about actually living this life I've been blessed with, I've decided to attempt to post to this blog daily. So if my previous posts weren't self-indulgent and of narrow interest enough, they are about to become even more so!

It's 15 days until I go see Joanna Newsom. You may think that by mentioning this I'm already clutching at straws for things to write about, but hear me out. I mention this for two reasons. Firstly, as an excuse to be able to post this amazing picture of her:

And secondly, because there is a serious matter to discuss concerning her. As some of you may know, sweet young Joanna has unfortunately got herself involved with Smog, aka Bill "dirty old man" Callahan. A man twice her age, and a man with some serious form for seducing young indie starlets (Cynthia Dall, Cat Power's Chan Marshall). I was thinking of attempting to organise an intervention, to try and ween Joanna off Callahan's dry wit and soothing baritone. But the problem is bigger than Miss Newsom, even if the intervention was successful; the problem would still exist. Callahan is a serial offender, a man whose sexual appetite for our favourite female musicians knows no bounds. Who knows where he'll strike next after he's done with Joanna - Isobel Campbell? The Aislers Set's Amy Linton? Camera Obscura's Traceyanne Campbell? Nedelle? - He must be stopped! So I propose the "Say No To Smog" campaign. Find the email address or Myspace page of your favourite female artists or female fronted bands and leave a simple note - Say No To Smog. With any luck the message will ring out across the indiesphere like a mother's mantra, and Callahan's days of breaking our hearts will be numbered.