welcome to witchsong


photo of the Western Veil, or the “Witch’s Broom,” by matt_ccd

One of my 2015 resolutions is to do the things I say I’m going to do. I’m not so hot with follow through, is the thing. Maybe it is because I’m an Aries, or maybe it’s the fire influence burning strong in the rest of my birth chart. Maybe it’s because I’m the oldest of five girls and I have years of experience coming up with the ideas and letting other people see to the execution.

Maybe I’m just lazy.

Whatever the case may be, you’re looking at the result of an idea I had and failed to follow through on for a really fucking long time. And then last August I decided that even if it crashed and burned, I was going to at least try to make this a thing.

“This” is witchsong. The name came to me in a dream. And no one wants to hear about other people’s dreams but the fact is I dreamt that I got introduced to Taylor Swift and when I shook her hand (after I finished marveling at our matching short little black nails with gold glitter half-moons at the bottom [that doesn’t really matter except that it’s a brilliant manicure]), I said that I had founded witchsong. She gushed that it was “like, her favorite thing ever.” We became instant best friends. I think at the end of the dream she invited me to fly to Paris with her on her private jet.

And what is witchsong, exactly? At its most basic, it is a domain with a blogging platform installed so that people whose voices are marginalized elsewhere can talk about the music (and eventually, maybe other pop culture medias) that they have opinions about. A little more lyrically, or self-indulgently, from the about us page:

witchsong doesn’t understand why she should be afraid to admit that she has a favorite spice girl, or a favorite one direction album, or that she never outgrew her pop punk phase, or that her most listened to album of the year might not have even been released this year. witchsong mostly just gets really fucking excited about music and about the place it occupies in our lives and wants to talk about it, but wants a license to be as complicated or as weird about it as she damn well pleases.

The point of this is two-fold. I wanted to give you an idea of what we’re about, and give you an idea of what kind of content you can expect to see over the next two weeks. After that, we’ve got no guarantees, but I’m sure it’ll be just as borderline-weird and fucking great as what we have lined up now.

Between now and next Friday, we’ve got horoscopes, musical tarot, reviews of Charli XCX, Fall Out Boy, Sleater-Kinney, and Fifth Harmony, an ode to one of my favorite witch biz anthems (Fleetwood Mac’s “Gold Dust Woman”), live reviews, and a Valentine’s Day playlist to make you want to eat someone’s heart out. Plus a few surprises. I sincerely hope you dig it and I hope you stick around after this two weeks is up. There are a lot of really brilliant people working on this, if I do say so myself. I’m proud to be part of it and I’m proud that they want to be along for the ride. Welcome to witchsong.

p.s. If Spotify is a thing you’re into, you can listen to a playlist of about two hours worth of music that I spent a lot of time listening to over the course of fighting with layouts and screaming into the void about changes in coding conventions.

Kenzie

About Kenzie

Kenzie was born in Ohio and never left. She is really bad at not crying but thankfully really good at applying (and re-applying) eyeliner.

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