Camille Griep’s Our House: Give Me Back My Dress

This is the latest in Camille Griep’s Our House. To go to the column page, please click here. “Find me, save me, give me back my dress. How dare you write me when you cannot confess” —Venus Hum “Give Me Back My Dress” When Venus Hum released “Give Me Back My Dress,” in 2008, it […]

Camille Griep’s Our House: Superhuman

This is the latest in Camille Griep’s Our House. To go to the column page, please click here. “How glad I am to be superhuman.” — Gus Gus, “Superhuman” In 1999, Icelandic electronica collective released and album called “This is Normal.” I found them via an online music service and even though they’re what might […]

Camille Griep’s Our House: Believers

This is the latest in Camille Griep’s Our House. To go to the column page, please click here. “Look to the believers: they sleep beneath the stars. Oh, how can I join them, when I have come this far?” — Smith and Mighty, “Believers” *** My first memory of insomnia is an early one. It […]

Camille Griep’s Our House: Gypsy Woman

This is the latest in Camille Griep’s Our House. To go to the column page, please click here. “You try hard not to care about the homeless ‘Cause you got your own mess. You barely make enough for you. Well is she all lies? Should you apologize?” — Crystal Waters, Gypsy Woman # On a […]

Camille Griep’s Our House: Keep On Movin’

This is the latest in Camille Griep’s Our House. To go to the column page, please click here. “Keep on moving, don’t stop like the hands of time. The time will come, come one day. Why do people choose to live their lives this way?” – Soul II Soul, Keep On Movin’ # Last October, […]

Camille Griep’s Our House: “I Will Survive”

This is the latest in Camille Griep’s Our House. To go to the column page, please click here. “At first I was afraid, I was petrified Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.” —Gloria Gaynor, “I Will Survive” # In 1994 I broke up with one of my best friends. It […]

Camille Griep’s Our House: “Scars”

This is the latest in Camille Griep’s Our House. To go to the column page, please click here. “All I got, all I got is my scars.” — Basement Jaxx, “Scars” When I was eight, my uncle and I were driving in a brown, loosely cobbled Buick. I don’t remember if there was a radio, […]