Wednesday, 2 July 2014

The K-Tizzle Sizzle - It's Going Down, I'm Yelling...


Left or right? Beyonce says left. Or is that right? 

... Tinder!
by Katie Langley


As I navigate my way through the Tinder-sphere I have two songs that I sing depending on my swipe left or swipe right action. For the swipe left its Beyonce’s “Irreplaceable” – “to the left, to the left, everything you own in a box to the left” – while I get a weird feeling of satisfaction as “nope” plasters across the screen (shut up, I can’t be alone here). For the swipe right, and where there’s a match, it’s Pitbull and Ke$ha’s “Timber” – “it’s going down, I’m yelling Tinder!”.  What can I say? Tinder is a strange ole place and unless you approach it with a sense of humour then I don’t think it’s for you.

In amongst the men patting tigers, the gym selfies and the dick pics (seriously) I have managed to have some genuinely interesting and entertaining interactions. Although it’s a largely superficial platform, there is the capacity to provide a little bit of information about yourself with your photos. As the music girl it is only natural that I would call that out, and in turn I’ve found myself seeking out the same in dudes. Of course, when you’re leading with that information it becomes the shared interest and thus the talking point. What I didn’t expect from Tinder is that the whole experience would re-ignite my love for certain bands, or introduce me to others I hadn’t been as in tune with.

A lady doesn’t Tinder and tell… But you know what? I’ve never been much of a lady. 


 The Bronx




I tried out the punk thing a number of years ago, and wasn’t sure it was my bag. As a result I’ve never really tunnelled too far down into The Bronx rabbit hole, but after hearing The Viking rave about seeing them live recently I couldn’t help but investigate. Um, yes, I do like.


Artic Monkeys




After working in retail many moons ago I was forced to listen to Artic Monkeys ad nauseum by one of my trendy co-workers. I thought I’d managed to bury Artic Monkeys away in my memory box forever until The Indie Rock Guy told me about his love for them. Although my first reaction was a silent, internal vomit, I have found myself actually loving their latest release. 


Jack White





In truth, credit must be given to my fellow blogger Jo for influencing my opinion of Jack White. Or as she would say, “Jack. Oh. Jack”. And it seems the appreciation and swooning isn’t only by the ladies with The Vegetarian sharing his love for Jack. Although, now that I think about it, I’m not sure he was talking about the music or Jack himself… 

Babymetal




Where to begin with this one? Honestly, if nothing comes of Tinder I will always have Babymetal – thank you Babymetal Ben (look, it’s a simple nickname, but effective). His profile jibed about enjoying the same things including obscure Norwegian hair metal/J-pop bands, and of course when I sarcastically probed further was informed that it was, kind of, sort of, a thing! I pride myself on knowing about these ridiculous bands, so was surprised that this one had slipped through the cracks, but also impressed at being one-upped. 


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