Ever since Vancouver-area dance-punks You Say Party! We Say Die! started making a name for themselves two years ago with their willingness to play anything, anywhere, anytime, much ink has been spilled about how much the boundlessly energetic, Pretty Girls Make Graves-influenced exclamation-point enthusiasts like to, you know, party. But even the staunchest of party lords needs to unwind sometimes, and when asked what she likes to do with her time away from the spotlight, YSP!WSD!'s front-woman Becky Ninkovic explains she likes to sleep, read, and oh yeah deliver other people's babies.
"I've taken a course on how to be a doula, which is like a midwife but on a more intimate and emotional level," the 24-year-old Ninkovic divulges. "I just find pregnancy to be the most fascinating aspect of life, that we grow in a belly and live like an underwater creature for nine months. It's so alien, you know? And yet we think it's so normal. It's really amazing."
With the band winding down from an appearance at this year's Pop Montreal festival and the warm reception of their debut, Hit the Floor!, a jittery and hopelessly infectious collection of gritty keyboard disco-punk anchored by the dance floor handclaps of "Cold Hands! Hot Bodies!" and rock-stomp agitprop anthem "The Gap (Between the Rich and the Poor)," Ninkovic says the group are currently planning tours in the U.S. and UK for early next year. As such, she's had to put the band ahead of babies for now. "I've assisted in a few births already, but the band's been doing so well, and I've come to realise that I'm just at the wrong point of my life for that," she sighs. "If I was going to do be a doula professionally, I would have to be way more reliable. So it's on the backburner until later on in life, and I've given myself a tattoo to remind myself that that's what I want to do."
"I've taken a course on how to be a doula, which is like a midwife but on a more intimate and emotional level," the 24-year-old Ninkovic divulges. "I just find pregnancy to be the most fascinating aspect of life, that we grow in a belly and live like an underwater creature for nine months. It's so alien, you know? And yet we think it's so normal. It's really amazing."
With the band winding down from an appearance at this year's Pop Montreal festival and the warm reception of their debut, Hit the Floor!, a jittery and hopelessly infectious collection of gritty keyboard disco-punk anchored by the dance floor handclaps of "Cold Hands! Hot Bodies!" and rock-stomp agitprop anthem "The Gap (Between the Rich and the Poor)," Ninkovic says the group are currently planning tours in the U.S. and UK for early next year. As such, she's had to put the band ahead of babies for now. "I've assisted in a few births already, but the band's been doing so well, and I've come to realise that I'm just at the wrong point of my life for that," she sighs. "If I was going to do be a doula professionally, I would have to be way more reliable. So it's on the backburner until later on in life, and I've given myself a tattoo to remind myself that that's what I want to do."
