Inspiring female artists to add to your playlist.

To call myself an “artist” would be a massive stretch. Creative? Yes. Artist? Ehh. If you count off-pitch sing-in-the-shower sessions and my innate ability to doodle the f*ck out of a new notebook, then, yes, maybe I am an artist.

I can’t sing. I simply can’t. I want a phenomenal voice, like really bad. But, I also want my college loans to disappear. We can’t always get what we want. My best voice is found behind the constraints of my laptop saturated beneath my QWERTY keyboard. I’ll leave the singing to the real talent.

This post isn’t about me though – shocker!

Lately, I’ve realized my Spotify has been packed with super amazingly talented women who sing with a purpose, not just to appeal to the masses. Women who are bad ass and deserve praise and recognition for their brilliance.

**I am not a music critic nor am I trying to be with this post. Just fangirling!**

Women who you NEED to add to your music playlist ASAP:

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Photo via Billboard

If you follow me on Snap, you probably hear some song off SZA’s new album Ctrl playing in the background. I’m literally obsessed. Her voice is raspy and distinct – but don’t we all secretly LOVE raspy voices? Like, ugh, lost my voice last night I sound like a man!! *but I secretly want my voice to sound like this all of the time*

“I’m talking a lot of grimy shit, but it’s truth,” she tells PitchforkPREACH GIRL. This “grimy shit” she speaks of has turned into an incredible set of R&B tracks that must be added to your queue.

My faves: Prom, Go Gina, Supermodel, Drew Barrymore (released on an earlier EP)

 

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Referred to as a “dark pop” R&B artist, Jennifer Banks brings an interesting edge to the pop world with her latest, The Altar and previous breakthrough album, Goddess. Both album titles connote a “bow down to me” type of attitude, but I love every second of it. It’s not coming from an obnoxious place, it’s coming from a woman who has bared the shitty parts of life, overcame it, and looks to inspire other people by sharing her story.

She tells explains what it means to be a “wounded healer” to Time Magazine, “When you’ve gone through something and you’ve overcome it, you’re able to heal other people. A wounded healer, I think, is a lot more powerful than a healer that has not been wounded.”

Her lyrics promote self-affirmation with a sharp “no fucks given” undertone.  Amazing.

My faves: Fuck with MyselfSomeone New, Gemini Feed

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Photo via Philly.com

Half of the iconic duo Marian Hill, (s/o to Kat for introducing me), Samantha Gongol is possibly the best artist I’ve seen live. If you haven’t heard of them, you probably Shazamed them recently as you watched Apple’s recent iPhone commercial.

Dubbed as the “sexiest band of the year” in 2016, their music is absolute FIRE. I’ve also been told more than once that it’s a common artist to include on a sex playlist. People love to f*ck to this music. No joke.

In an interview with Soul Sisters Podcast, Gongol explained the empowering heat behind the music, “It’s really important that we always write from the perspective of a strong female character,” and noted that bandmate Jeremy Lloyd is “a champion of everything feminism.”

My faves: Down (obviously), I Want You, Got It

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Photo via Pigeons and Planes

This Australian-based “one woman band” plays the guitar, piano, trumpet, loops, sings, AND beat-boxes. Badass. Discovered from a viral YouTube video she recorded in her bedroom back in 2016, Sultana has been selling out shows worldwide ever since.

For this 22-year old woman, music has been her escape since her teenage years…literally. In an interview with Tone Deaf, she explains her nine-month drug induced psychosis from eating pizza laced with magic mushrooms. For these several months, Sultana was unable to pull herself from this psychotic state and lost all sense of reality.

She says music is what saved her. “I went into my room one day and I was just strumming and I realized that I achieved complete peace of mind while I was doing that,” she explains, “I had finally found some quiet so I literally played and played and played and played until I played the pain away, did every single open mic, snuck into every single place to go and play a show, busking, everything.”

My faves: Jungle & Notion

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I knew from the first time I met this gal that she was something special. A strong and unapologetic feminist, Blackwell’s music has a distinct rawness with empowering and soulful undertones. In my recent relationship post I talked about the importance of being an advocate for other women, and she encompasses every aspect of that in her work. You da bomb.

At the ripe age of 21, she’s already killin’ the game with her most recent EP, New EraThe inspiration behind her music can be traced back to her upbringing in Detroit Michigan where she was introduced to the world of Motown Music and Hip Hop.

Blackwell explains that she “plans to use her career to make a difference in the way our society places limitations on girls and even young boys”. She believes that her voice can “move mountains and barriers for her daughters to come.” Keep an eye out for this one, she’s about to make some serious waves in the music industry.

Love you girl! Don’t forget about me when you make it big.

My faves: Commencement & Be Careful Master

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I didn’t realize I had been listening to Baraz on repeat until a reader suggested her for this post. When I searched her, I was like AWWW shyt! I already love this gal! 

Baraz brings an captivating mix of electronic, pop, and R&B to the music scene. Falling in love with the sounds of Galiamatias, Baraz started uploading her own music over his electronic instrumentals and uploaded them to Soundcloud. No studio or producers involved. Just a gal who had a dream and wanted to be discovered.

Through Soundcloud, the duo released Baraz’s first EP, Urbana Flora without ever meeting in real life. Technology these days. You’ve probably heard Baraz on her recent hit, Electric featuring another of of my faves, Khalid (if he was a female he’d totally make this list). Her music has also been remixed by several artists including R3hab, Le Youth and Felix Jaehn and she’s currently touring with Coldplay.

My faves: Electric ft. Khalid, Make You Feel, Pretty Thoughts (FKJ Remix)


Thank you everyone for the suggestions! I wanted to include all of them, butttttt I think I might just make this an ongoing thing. Thx for being osm per usual.

Below you’ll find my Spotify playlist including all of the tracks I mentioned above. You’re welcome.

For Blair Blackwell’s music, check out her Soundcloud.

Let’s talk about it: Pt. 1

Hi everyone,

Again, want to thank you for all of the kind words I have received over the past couple of days and an extra thank you to those who shared your story with me. I received tons of questions/responses via email, Insta, Facebook, etc., which I promise to answer by the end of this week!

I addressed a few responses through here (with permission of the senders) touching on some issues that I think we can all benefit from. I didn’t get to all the points I wanted to address but I will be creating part 2!

Plzzzz excuse the awkwardness – I’m still new to this whole “Vlogging” thing.

So, let’s chat:

Blended thoughts on a burnt relationship.

Hey,

It’s me. Again.

I’m sorry to bother you. I would ask you how you’re doing, but I don’t remember the last time you asked me how I’m doing, so I won’t.

I guess I’ll just tell you how I’m doing instead.

Continue reading Blended thoughts on a burnt relationship.

“Dear, Beth. I am a fuckboy.”

I got a rather hilarious email from a reader last night. It was a strange combination unexpected and revolting yet charming to some degree? With his permission, he let me talk about it on here.

Continue reading “Dear, Beth. I am a fuckboy.”

“Did you intimidate him, Beth?”

“Did you intimidate him, Beth?” my friend asked in response to my recent grievances about a guy.

The question caught me off guard. Immediately my fingers violently tapped on the glass screen of my iPhone, firing back a response to defend myself. The question felt like a burning arrow aimed straight at my ego, roaring bright with intense red and orange flames.

“Wait, what? How is that a bad thing?” He asked, as if it was a shocker to him that I took it as such. I replied with something snarky, continuing to defend myself. “It’s not because you give him dirty looks. That isn’t intimidating,” he continued, “You’re very bubbly. Always have something to say. You’re witty and you’re driven. Not just looking to get laid. I don’t doubt you can be perceived as intimidating at a UMass bar.”

It took me a couple of minutes to decipher this statement, caught between avoiding the idea that maybe I am actually “intimidating,” and figuring out why guys may perceive me this way. I spend a large amount of time writing about the balance between showing interest and coming off as “crazy,” I have the “crazy” stigma down to a science. However, “intimidating” is something I have never been confronted with.

It reminds me of the word “feminist.” We support what it stands for, but too often we avoid labeling ourselves as such because of the stereotype that falls behind it. We focus our attention too often to the word itself rather than what it embodies. If you’re a feminist you hate men, if you’re a feminist you shave your head, if you’re a feminist you’re unapproachable. You don’t believe in equality, you believe in a woman-dominated society. Right?

If you’re intimidating, you’re a large, loud-mouthed, strong-opinionated, resting bitch-faced individual.

I’m 5 feet 6 six inches with a 4/6 figure. My eyes are various shades of greens and browns, only intense looking if you look at them in the right light. My fashion sense is anything but “edgy,” and I avoid trying to make a statement simply because I know I’d fail miserably if I tried. I don’t have any tattoos, and the most exciting my hair has ever been is when I ombre’d it using a $13 kit from Target. From the outside, nothing about me screams “intimidating.”

I haven’t always been confident in my abilities until I’ve more recently learned how to be. I don’t have quick temper, and I’ll probably run away if you try to start a fight with me. I don’t engage in intense political debates, or really any debates for that matter. I’m outgoing, but not confrontational. I’m friendly, but I wouldn’t consider myself outspoken. However, I’m confident in who I am and where I’d like to be. I’m driven, I have goals, and I’m probably not going to be your one night stand. Is that intimidating? I guess it depends on how you define it.

I have always tried to approach life with a positive outlook, I invest myself in relationships with people whom I care about and in conversations with people whom I find particularly enjoyable. I have experienced a lot in my short 21 years, which may contribute to my zest for life and my anticipation for an even better future. I’m open to conversations about pretty much anything with anyone, which might leave me vulnerable, but it also allows me to learn so much more about myself.

I vent about my various frustrations about guys on here, and tell me if I’m wrong (please), but I wouldn’t classify myself as “crazy.” I won’t continue to pursue you if you aren’t interested, I won’t follow you around like a puppy dog at the bar, and I won’t invest myself in any type of relationship with you if it leads me to question my sanity. Like I’ve said before, I have a long list of “Starbucks lovers,” some of whom disappointed me and some of whom changed my outlook on men all together. Maybe some did find me “intimidating,” I can’t be sure. Maybe I scare some people off when they click on my blog and read my posts. Or, maybe they know I won’t be used for sex within 3 minutes of conversation and that turns them away.

I’m at a pivotal, and perhaps the most thrilling, part of my life. The future doesn’t scare me, it excites me. Maybe my drive and certainty about who I am and what I want for myself is scary to some people, but perhaps I’ll just have to wait for someone who enjoys confidence rather than discrediting it.

Some people may read this post as pretentious, as a desperate attempt to place myself on a pedestal to give some tangible reasoning for why not everything works out the way I hope it will. “She’s just crazy,” you might be saying. However, we’re all some level of intimidating. We all know to some degree what we want and what we expect out of other people. We shouldn’t feel ashamed of the confidence and self-worth that we have worked so hard to attain. We should feel proud of our abilities, and proud to be called intimidating in a world full of male-dominance.

I’m not a large, loud-mouthed, strong-opinionated individual with a resting bitch face. In fact, I’m almost the complete opposite. And even if I was, so what? Stigmas create weakness, they strip the powerful meanings away from words and replace them with nothing more than something to look down upon. Intimidating doesn’t mean you’re a bitch. It doesn’t mean you’re a self-proclaimed know-it-all who has life all figured out. Intimidating is confidence. Intimidating is passion. Intimidating is knowing what you stand for and not wanting to settle for anything less.

…Or maybe I am just crazy. But people call Taylor Swift crazy, too, so I guess I’d be OK with sharing a characteristic with someone who gave meaning to my long list of Starbucks lovers.