i love lipstick. i want to write an essay about the politics of lipstick. i like lipstick that’s deep, deep red. i like lipstick that’s purple, lipstick that’s black and dark for when i want to dress up my melancholy. i like sharing lipstick with sisters. and i laugh at boys that think i wear lipstick for them to notice, i laugh, lipstick is an art you can’t ever understand. from picking out a color, testing it on the inside of my wrist, pursing my lips during the application of it. i like when i kiss a baby and leave lipstick on their cheek, when you hug someone and leave lipstick on their shirt, when it gets on your teeth and you use your tongue to get it off, when you sleep in lipstick and wake up with it on your pillow case. in 1997 mama left for ethiopia to see her mama for the first time in 12 years. i was six and i cried the entire way home from the airport. and when we came home there on the kitchen table was the teacup mama had been drinking out of. at the bottom a sip of tea and black cardamom seeds. and there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss.
Spanish Sahara was written in the basement in our house and it came from a chord progression that Jimmy had. It was very simple and it had space in it, which was quite unlike anything we’d written before. It was actually one of the easiest songs to write, it came about pretty much fully formed. It definitely— live it always… there’s something about it that’s like… there’s an intensity to it. Sometimes you start to feel that the more you play them, after being a year on tour they can become a bit 2D, it’s difficult to get into the space that you’re in when you wrote them. But that one just seems to always be sort of ready and sort of waiting for us to play it. It’s kind of weird. It’s a joy to play. [x]