Archive for September, 2011

28
Sep
11

Long live the pop star flesh

I recently talked with a friend about how we’re burnt out on scholarship that links horror film to abjection, a state of being cast off or degraded, as there are piles of writings on the subject from my field and its related disciplines. Then said friend and I talked about what horror movies we would be willing to screen for our courses and which ones we could not. We both agreed on The Shining. I would use the movie as an excuse to play Kate Bush’s “Get Out of My House,” an anti-rape anthem sung from Wendy Torrance’s perspective.

I might pick David Cronenberg’s Videodrome, a novel yet chillingly prophetic film about how television and various technologies literally mutate and consume viewers and users. Any class discussion I lead would allow time to evaluate the film’s racial politics in creating a fake snuff program like Samurai Dreams, the political implications of a character like feminist soft-core pornographer Masha (Lynne Gorman), and Debbie Harry’s involvement in the project.  

I’m sure Caitlin at Dark Room would vehemently disagree with my stance against scholarly assertions around abjection and I’m willing to hear her defense. Frankly, such conversations seem inevitable when talking about pop stars’ cultural meanings and functions, regardless of whether they’re cast in a Cronenberg film. As Annie at Celebrity Gossip, Academic Style astutely pointed out in her piece on Jessica Simpson, certain pop stars lend themselves well to discourses around the abject, particularly when they’re calculating “dumb blondes” who talk about farting and are photographed wearing unflattering pants.

Actually, I might even argue that all female pop stars can be discussed in terms of abjection, since women, particularly famous women, make themselves vulnerable to degradation and exist in between concepts of the object and subject. As much as I don’t want to impose or project such terms onto female pop stars, casting Harry as Nicki Brand, a psychoanalyst and radio personality who learns about a snuff television program from CIVIC-TV president Max Renn (James Woods) after they hook up and decides to audition for the show despite obvious consequences, was deliberate.

Image of Harry as Brand for an NME article of the period; image courtesy of nme.com

Videodrome came out in 1983. By then, Harry firmly established herself as a pop star and cannily utilized the relatively new medium of music video to articulate a fragmentary, ironic, self-reflexive feminine persona, a blonde bombshell in quotes. Marilyn Monroe is often mentioned when discussing Madonna’s star formation, but Harry’s detached cool and esoteric approach to fashioning herself into a sex symbol clearly was a point of reference. Harry was no doubt aware of the erotic menace a close-up shot of her glossy pink lips could cause, even if they weren’t devouring James Woods’ face through a television screen.

Given Harry’s recent reflections on aging, professional longevitythe pressure to stay relevant in an ever-shifting pop landscape, and the myriad of ways she’s open to sexist pathology, it is important to think about what point in Harry’s career Videodrome was released and how we could make meaning out of it. In 1981, Harry released her first solo album, Koo Koo. Blondie put out The Hunter soon after to relative commercial indifference and went on hiatus for nearly twenty years. Eight years into Blondie’s career, Parallel Lines and “Heart of the Glass” were part of the lexicon and Harry was looking to move on and diversify. Videodrome may have reflected those interests.

I’m somewhat troubled by the results. I recognize Brand’s agency in electing to be part of a violent political experiment she probably knew would kill her and her decision to live on as a televisual image. Yet I’m concerned that she’s ultimately just a savior for Renn’s character, thus making her subordinate to his subjectivity and reducing her to a symbol. Maybe Videodrome suggests that all of humanity is vulnerable to this process, regardless of identity. This could explain the vaginal VCR that grows from Renn’s abdomen. Yet I’m unconvinced that the film’s disturbing assertions about how bodies relate to technologies don’t have misogynistic implications. But I am still interested as to why Cronenberg called upon a female pop star to help realize his vision. Clearly selecting someone who once sang ”In dusty frames that still arrive, die in 1955″ for this project was no accident and thus opens up new opportunities for interpretation.

25
Sep
11

Toward a block defended by boys and girls

I finally saw Joe Cornish’s science-fiction social comedy Attack the Block a few weekends back. And I mean, wow. Earlier this year, I tweeted that Kelly Reichardt Meek’s Cutoff deserved the Criterion treatment (and Kristen at Dear Black Woman, promptly called bullshit). Well, I don’t want to compare two very different movies, but Attack the Block might be my favorite movie of this year, edging out Meek‘s and Joe Wright’s underrated, superfun Hanna.

Part of what worked with Attack the Block was Steven Price and Basement Jaxx’s music. Following the Chemical Brothers’ propulsive, outsize work for Hanna, Block‘s score strengthens comparisons to John Carpenter’s Assault on Precinct 13 with its frenetic pace, ominous bass, and treble-heavy synth flourishes that ramp up the suspense. Music is also used to hail certain characters and orient the audience to their subjectivities, particularly for hipster stoner Brewis (Luke Treadaway). This follows British film and television efforts with similar investment in contemporary pop music, like Andrea Arnold’s Fish Tank and the British TV series Misfits, which made good use of Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance,” Prodigy’s “Smack My Bitch Up,” and especially Wiley’s “Wearing My Rolex” in its first season.

Extending the Carpenter comparison further, Block has some of the smartest, saddest, most bleakly funny commentary about urban blight, disenfranchised youth, and the cancerous effects of institutional racism. Hua Hsu linked the film to last summer’s London riots. The night-black, neon-fanged, fuzzy alien invaders Block‘s South London street gang defend themselves against works as a metaphor for law enforcement’s destructive efforts and lowered expectations of a multicultural youth aggregate they are grooming for incarceration. Leader Moses (star-in-the-making John Boyega) says as much at one point, comparing the monsters to the crack epidemic, which was politically engineered in the 1980s to target and destroy the urban poor. To me, Block‘s monsters also recall the mute black alien in John Sayles’ Brother From Another Planet and the silencing power of racial stereotypes in Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man. These monsters remind the gang of society’s racist expectations for them and have no regard for their home. They must be destroyed, even if it means cruel casualties from within the ranks (RIP and an avalanche of tears, Jerome). The cops reward their restorative efforts by arresting them for murder and vandalism. History, and hopefully the community, promise an intervention. Sam (Jodie Whittaker), a white female neighbor, reports their innocence and a crowd of young people chant Moses’ name. I remained hopeful of their exoneration through the credits, even though my eyes were full of tears.

Block also reminds me of is Mathieu Kassovitz’s La haine, a French film about three male friends of Jewish, African, and Moroccan heritage who struggle to survive in the banlieues. The points of similarity are fairly superficial. The characters identify strongly with hip hop, perhaps due in part to the constant threat of police brutality, which is reflected in both films’ music and dialogue. Both films also make a concerted effort to note racial and ethnic differences between the characters, as well as contextualize and develop those differences as something beyond problematically labeled “local color” or “flavor.”

The girls on the Block (from left): Dimples (Paige Meade), Tia (Danielle Vitalis), Gloria (Natasha Jonas), and Dionne (Gina Antwi)

A possible point of departure for me, though, is the films’ consideration for women. Not unlike Dick Hebdige’s influential Subculture: The Meaning of Style, Kassovitz’s vision of urban youth is one that ignores women and girls fulfilling anything but an ornamental or maternal role subordinate to their lovers and sons. Block makes some consideration for the gang’s female counterparts. Sure, two of the actresses go unbilled, merely cast to bicker with the boys and braid their hair. But Tia (Danielle Vitalis) and Dimples (Paige Meade) are two girls of color who differentiate themselves by voicing opinion, offering concern, and getting involved with killing the monsters. I cheered at Dimples resourcefulness when she stabbed one of them with her ice skate. Furthermore, Sam’s character undergoes some interesting transformations. A young nurse who is new to the neighborhood, Sam originally views the boys as adversaries after they mug her. But after circumstances require her to work with them, she recognizes their humanity and the ways in which society wants them to fail. Thus her claim of the boys’ innocence to the police at the end of the film is a small triumph, and further suggests the film’s rich, discursive interests surrounding age, gender, race, and class and the power of resistive politics. Not a bad start for an 90-minute monster movie.

22
Sep
11

Check out my two Antenna posts

This week, I have two posts up on Antenna, a media and cultural studies blog run through my graduate program. One is on hipster celebrity drag and the other is a review of Zooey Deschanel’s sitcom The New Girl. Check it out.

21
Sep
11

My interview with Courtney E. Smith

Courtney E. Smith; image courtesy of boston.com

I recently emailed Courtney E. Smith some questions to coincide with the release of her book Record Collecting for Girls, which I reviewed earlier for this site. She was good enough to answer my questions.

You discuss issues of sexism in relation to music fandom and connoisseurship throughout the book and in various interviews to promote it. Why did you write this book and what do you hope to accomplish with it?

I wrote this book because I love reading this kind of book. Be it, outside of music, stuff by Sarah Vowell, David Sedaris, or Sloane Crosley or in music from [Nick] Hornby, [Chuck] Klosterman, and [Rob] Sheffield. But in the realm of music it started to bug me that there weren’t editorial music books from the female point of view. I wanted to know what some of the women portrayed in these books thought, what their side of the story would be, what songs they’d say they listened to. I thought I’d write the kind of conversations I have with girlfriends.

More than anything, I hope it makes people think talking about music can be fun. And that it makes them laugh.

Do you identify as a feminist? If so, how do you define feminism for yourself? Does it inform your book project?

I’ve been a feminist since I was 16 and read an essay in Sassy about it. That inspired me to read Susan Faldui’s Backlash and I was blow away by the statistics she presented. That lead to Betty Friedan, Naomi Wolfe and through the years everything from Pink Think to Manifesta. I grew up in a small town in Texas where a higher premium was placed on being pretty than being smart. It always bothered me and it was nice to find a world of women acknowledging the distance between the value of men and women.

I agree with and support the dictionary definition of what a feminist is: a person who believes in equal rights for women economically, socially, and politically. It’s pretty simple and I don’t understand how anyone could not identify as a feminist. Being a feminist and a woman informs everything I do.

You use the word “girl” in your title and relate your childhood and teenage years to your professional and personal experiences as an adult. How do you define the word “girl” and how are you using it in your title?

To me, girl is a noun identifying a female. I am using it a little bit mockingly, and a little bit lovingly, in the title of this book. When you think of a record collector, stereotypically, the image that will be used in pop culture is like Steve Buscemi in Ghost World. And a music snob would be Jack Black in High Fidelity. I can’t think of a single image of a female record collector as an archetype, because it’s not seen as a female domain. And I think that’s dumb, because we all know female music enthusiasts, collectors, and fetishists. They’re no more few and far between than the male variety. With that stereotypical archetype in mind, I think it’s a funny bordering on absurd to attach “for girls” to it.

At the same time, I’m pretty fascinated by the “for girls” culture. It’s empowering when you’re The Golden Girls, because older women owning that term and referring to themselves in whatever manner they choose is endearing. And it’s unacceptable to some people when it’s “the girls’ guide to…” because they see the pink ghetto. I’m well aware that music books, even those written by women, are rarely marketed to women. If we buy them it’s a bonus but men are the target audience. Putting “for girls” in the title forces it to be a music book marketed to women. And in the end that was very important to me.

What’s the first album you received and did it influence you in any way?

I honestly couldn’t say what the first album I received was, but the first one I saved up my allowance to buy was Julian Lennon’s Valotte in 1985. It was interesting because vinyl was on the decline culturally and as a kid it was a lot more economically viable to buy cassettes and even more so to tape songs off of the radio. Julian didn’t have a huge influence on me, but the first time I played Bananarama for my mother and she told me it was horrible did — it was the first time I realized that all music was not created equal. Up to that point I’d listened mainly to my parents’ record collection and lived in a world where everything was good. But when I started to like my own music, the pop music of the era, and was told it wasn’t good, it made me start to think about how people picked the music they liked and what made it good or bad. I still think about that all the time.

The book focuses a lot on your romantic relationships with men and connects it to your music fandom. How do you engage in music fandom with women? Are there fundamental differences between how you engage with music with men and women?

In my experience, women are less likely to wear their opinions about music on their sleeves. You hardly have to mention something to a guy and he’ll immediately spill everything he thinks about an artist like he’s been forming these opinions for years, even on things he barely cares about, along with as many statistics and bits of useless information as he’s been able to memorize. This confidence in talking about music isn’t always present with women. It’s often more of a question, a conversation and less of a factual history about the band.

Something happened recently where a guy friend asked me to send him some hate-filled songs because he was ramping up to take someone down at work. The way he talked about it was bordering on violent and he has a physical stature that I don’t. He could beat someone up while I could not. I found that informing what sort of songs I put on this mix for him. I edited out a lot of songs I’d put on angry revenge mixes for myself. If I made that playlist for a woman, it wouldn’t be the same at all. But, at the same time, if the guy who’d asked me to make him a playlist to get amped up were a physical weakling, it would have been different as well. In the end the fundamental differences depend very much on the individual person.

The Beatles vs. Stones essay in my book is a direct response to the debates I have with my friend Marisa. She loves the Stones and I love the Beatles. I am forever coming up with arguments to stop her cold or trip her arguments up. I want to tackle it from every angle and make her admit I’m right, because that’s how we talk to each other. I wouldn’t have that conversation in the same way with a more sensitive person, whatever their gender.

Since a lot of the book focuses on ex-boyfriends, you might open yourself up to criticism that you’re really just writing about boys. Do you think this is sexist? If so, how would you counter that critique?

If we can agree that Klosterman’s Killing Yourself to Live and both of Sheffield’s books are sexist because they use romantic relationships as storytelling devices to get at a universal idea, then I’ll agree that me writing about boys is sexist. If not, then I think there’s a double standard at work in that idea.

In addition to comparisons between Chuck Klosterman and Rob Sheffield’s more personal writings on music, your book follows Marisa Meltzer’s Girl Power: The Nineties Revolution in Music, Sara Marcus’ Girls to the Front: The True Story of Riot Grrrl Revolution, Kristin Hersh’s Rat Girl, and Out of the Vinyl Deeps, a collection of Ellen Willis. Apart from crudely lumping you together as cisgender white ladies, you all tend to focus extensively on memoir with rock music as the predominant genre of analysis. Do you put yourself in that context or do you see yourself apart from it? Also, how do you conceptualize race, whiteness, and sexuality in relation to gender in your work and with this book?

I think that’s a fair comparison, although my book is a lot more editorially driven than the ladies you’ve listed here, save Kristin Hersh whose book is a straight memoir. I think Ellen Willis is much more in the vein of music criticism and Marisa Meltzer is music history, both with touches of personal anecdote. My book is really light on criticism, because I don’t fancy myself a music critic, and a mishmash of memoir and history with a dash of how-to for the less musically aggressive.

This book is based on my own world view, however. To expect it to address race and sexuality outside of my experience would be to ask it to be disingenuous. By way of an example: there is a lot to say about female superfans, especially as it relates to boy bands and teenage girls. I think there are tons of fascinating social dynamics at play there but I didn’t write about it because it was never my experience. I don’t relate to Beatlemania. I didn’t have a favorite New Kid. I thought the Backstreet Boys were creepy. They’ve all been in my life, but it’s nothing I felt like I had enough experience and position to take on.

The most poignant part of the book for me was when you talked about going to a music store as a kid and the instrument salesman assuming you were buying a clarinet when you wanted to play drums. As someone who picked up a guitar last year and teaches music history workshops for Girls Rock Camp, I can certainly relate. Do you hope this book is a resource for young girls? If so, what do you hope they get out of it? What do you think of organizations like Girls Rock Camp? Do you think they are an effective way to get girls involved in music?

I absolutely do not think young girls should read this book. Teenagers, sure. I think it has YA appeal and I think putting history in context is important or else you have no understanding of how you earned the rights you have today or what still needs work and attention. I’m a big fan of things like Girls Rock Camp and providing role models for girls that show them girls can play music.

The problem for me is that I get stuck on how I felt growing up. Again, small town in Texas. There weren’t resources like Girls Rock Camp readily available. For me, getting to play drums felt like a fight. I had to fight with the boy who was the leader of the drum line the entire time I did it just to prove myself. So did the one other girl who played drums in my grade. And I stopped my junior year in high school because I got tired of fighting. It was so much work to feel like you were constantly bucking tradition and never good enough, with no support system in sight. I think it’s important to have icons in pop culture, for those girls who don’t live in cities or have progressive parents, who normalize the idea of girls doing whatever they want to do — be it professional musician, comedienne, writer, whatever. And to reinforce ALL THE TIME that it’s an achievable aspiration.

You also discuss the dearth of all-female bands in our contemporary moment. What do you think of Beyoncé touring with an all-female band? Conversely, how do you feel about mixed-gender bands?

I think very few people notice who Beyoncé’s backing band are. The casual observer probably doesn’t and the shows are so 100% about Beyoncé. I’m glad she’s doing it, but until it starts getting discussed in Us Weekly and on Entertainment Tonight, I’m not sure how much of an impact it’s making in the wider pop culture sense.

I had a friend who, when his band was looking for a new keyboardist, wouldn’t audition any girls because he thought it was too hard to take a girl on the road. In his mind there was too much of a chance that someone would try to sleep with the girl and it would cause tension. Women are still subject to the sexual whims of men, in the sense that it gives them a reason to not consider us equals. Just because you can do it doesn’t mean they’ll always let you, including in music. I think there’s a difference in mixed gender bands that are founded by women and those founded by men. I think that behavior is a lot more scarce when women are running the show and setting the boundaries.

Who are some of your favorite female instrumentalists and vocalists and why? What kinds of vocal styles and performance styles most resonate with you?

I’ve always really liked Bonnie Raitt and Melissa auf der Meyer’s guitar playing. You can’t deny Merrill from tUnE-yArDs and Kaki King as drummers/percussionists but obviously I think Janet Weiss is one of the best female drummers ever. In the world of jazz piano I like Blossom Dearie, Shirley Horn, and Nina Simone. In pop I like Kate Bush and Christine McVie. Imogen Heap creates some interesting soundscapes too. There are certainly a lot of well-known female bassists, but it’s hard to call out any as favorites. I think bass is one of those instruments that needs a whole band around it to be interesting most of the time. I think the vocalists and styles that resonate with me are like anyone: they’re the ones you can personally relate to, that make you feel something. I feel like I might listen to lyrics more than most people and makes me want to designate songs to occasions.

You come to this project from a professional experience in the mainstream music industry, ostensibly bringing fringe or indie artists into the mainstream. What do you think the current generation of artists relationship is to mainstream success? How are female artists conceptualizing this, in your experience?

From 2000 to 2010 the idea that indie bands needed to sign to a major label to have mainstream success seems to have disappeared. I think Death Cab were the last of the indie bands who felt they had to do that. It’s partly because major labels are shrinking but also because indie labels are growing. The playing field seems a bit more level so a band like Vampire Weekend can choose to sign to XL Records instead of a major label, stay in a world of people they actually like while marketing their records, have greater control over how they’re marketed, and achieve the level of mainstream success they’re comfortable with. Just a few years ago bands like TV on the Radio and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs felt they had to move on from indies to majors to be successful and make enough money to survive.

From what I can see, in indie culture female musicians and bands are less likely to go for mainstream success. I don’t blame them either, because it involves a lot of compromise or an obnoxiously strong will to be a pop star and stay true to yourself. It’s hard work and you’re under appreciated. It’s a lot easier to stay in the world you’re comfortable with.

As a music industry professional, how do you think the industry has changed for women, if in fact it has? Do you consider the wave of prominent female music supervisors like Alexandra Patsavas to be a positive change? What future are we passing on to the next generation of industry professionals?

I think it’s a lot more important that there be more female artist managers, A&R people, marketers, producers and programmers than music supervisors. Ultimately the choices in music placement for film and TV lies with the director, so it’s a more important to have more female film and TV directors than music supervisors.

And music supervisors also can’t do much unless there are female A&R execs signing more female bands and working with their managers to make sure their marketing budgets are the same as their male contemporaries. And you need women in business positions, heading up labels and their marketing departments, who are cognizant of how they treat and market female artists.

As someone who worked for MTV as a music programmer, what did you think of this year’s VMAs? What performances and artists resonated most with you? Also, what do you think of Odd Future’s recent cultural ascendancy?

I thought that Britney tribute was weird. And the Amy Winehouse tribute could have been better — just one song, sung by Bruno Mars, really? Beyoncé and Adele killed it. I get the spectacle factor with Chris Brown, but I wish they’d stop asking him back. I don’t get the spectacle with Jay-Z and Kanye, they’re just rapping about rich people problems now. Every show that lacks a host tends to feel a bit disjointed. I felt like I didn’t know when the show was going to be over this year.

Odd Future reminds me the ascendancy of CA hardcore after punk: a bunch of young dudes with little life experience shooting off the big mouth.

Finally, I was pleased to be interviewing a fellow Texan (I’m from Houston). To close, what playlist would you put together for people who need exposure to our home state’s rich musical history?

Some important ones to know:

Buddy Holly “That’ll Be The Day” — obviously one of the greats in the history of rock ‘n roll, from the little town of Lubbock.

Blind Lemon Jefferson “Black Snake Moan” — one of the first commercially successful blues musicians and the greatest country blues musicians, he’s most closely associated with Dallas but lived all over Texas.

Bob Willis and His Texas Playboys “Cotton Eyed Joe” — when you think of traditional country music, you probably think of Bob Willis. But also Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, and Lefty Frizzell, in their respective niches of country, were respectable Texans who defined the genre.

Ornette Coleman “Congeniality” –  one of the jazz greats who traveled all over the world but hailed from Ft. Worth. His The Shape of Jazz to Come is a must-own.

Willie Nelson “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys” — Willie grew up  that funny part of central-verging-on-west Texas that was heavy in Czech and German influence. I like to think it informed his view as an outsider in country music. This song in particular is one we all had to learn and sing at my kindergarten graduation ceremony.

Josh T. Pearson “Sweetheart I Ain’t Your Christ” — I knew the guys in Lift to Experience from going to shows and house parties in Denton while I was in college. They were amazing and under appreciated in the US at the time and that appears to still be the case with Pearson’s solo album some 10+ years later. It’s amazing.

Geto Boys “Mind Playing Tricks On Me” — Houston has an ever-fluctuating hip hop scene. The whole Fifth Ward lifestyle is so foreign to me, I didn’t realize what paranoid, crazy gold this song is until years later.

Erykah Badu “Tyrone” — A classic track from possibly the most innovative soul singer to come out of Texas. But she’s more than just a soul singer. She’s a rebel through and through — and that’s a bit of her Texas spirit, even though she might be an enigma to most native Texans.

Beyoncé “Crazy In Love” and Solange “Sandcastle Disco” — Yes, the Knowles girls are also from Houston. I don’t know that it influences their music anymore, but it’s hard to shake your Texas roots completely.

Tripping Daisy “Sonic Bloom” — This band was the precursor to the Polyphonic Spree. While the latter creeps me out, Tripping Daisy were the gateway drug into the north Texas and Oklahoma psych rock scene of the ‘90s that included the Flaming Lips, Mazinga Phaser, and Captain Audio (the precursor to the Secret Machines). Obviously a lot of what these guys did was related to the belated reverence the ‘90s started placing on the original TX psych rock band, the 13th Floor Elevators, but quite a bit was influenced by Texas Anglophilia for bands like Spiritualized  and My Bloody Valentine.

Janis Joplin “Me & Bobby McGee” — She might seem like a flower child owned by San Francisco but Joplin is from the shithole east Texas town of Port Authur, known for it’s oil rigs and nothing much else. It made her a tough girl.

Pantera “A New Level of Power” — one of the greatest heavy metal bands in the world came out of Arlington, home of the Six Flags theme park and the Texas Rangers baseball team. It’s not my thing, but it speaks volumes about how the boredom of growing up in a cement suburban wasteland can be parlayed into music.

Phil Ochs “I Ain’t Marching Anymore” and George Jones “She Thinks I Still Care” — Ochs’ history on its own is very interesting and tragic, but more so to me is how he marks the division between country and folk. In the ‘40s hillbilly music was a part of the folk genre, by classification. But after McCarthyism hit in the ‘50s, the music industry needed to separate hillbilly and cowboy songs so they didn’t seem red — and the term country was born. Ochs is markedly folk, in the sense that he became a protest singer who you could compare to Dylan. He came from the same time as George Jones, a well-known Texas country star who couldn’t be more different. In the ‘30s there was no separating Woody Guthrie’s identities as a folk singer and a hillbilly. It’s remarkable how far apart folk and country grew in just a decade and Ochs is the personification of that divide in Texas.

Kelly Clarkson “Since U Been Gone” — worth noting that the first winner of the cultural juggernaut American Idol is a Texan.

George Strait “All My Exes Live In Texas” — whether you like country or you don’t, you know George if you’re from Texas. He’s a state hero and one of the main faces of the neoclassical country music movement in the ‘80s and ‘90s. He’s a big part of the reason cowboys dress up in pearl button down shirts, nice felt hats and tight pants.

Miranda Lambert “Only Prettier” — Lambert is picking up the reigns where Loretta Lynn left off. She’s one of the roughest and most interesting country artists out today and, being from a small town in Texas herself, does a great job at capturing that feeling in her songs.

15
Sep
11

My review of Record Collecting for Girls

Courtney E. Smith made her name in the music industry as a programmer for MTV, working on shows like Subterranean and helping break bands like Death Cab for Cutie, Fall Out Boy, and Vampire Weekend. Given the ascendance of female industry insiders like music supervisors Alexandra Patsavas and Liza Richardson alongside the popularity of music geek memoirs from Rob Sheffield and Julie Klausner, I was interested that Smith wrote a book about her own music fandom, tying it to gender and professional experience. I wish I could endorse Record Collecting for Girls, but I can’t.

Cover to Record Collecting for Girls (Mariner, 2011); image courtesy of thehairpin.com

Prior to reading Record Collecting, I heard some rumblings that this book is all about boys. I originally dismissed such criticism as sexist. High Fidelity is really about girls. Frankly, I wouldn’t have minded Smith using relationships as the lens through which she evaluates the significance music has in her life if it weren’t the only one. But it is pretty disconcerting that heterosexual romance seems to be the primary way she relates to music. It would have been nice if she had focused more on industrial concerns, specifically the collapse of distinctions between indie and mainstream. And for a book that Megan Jasper and Melissa Locker endorse for its girls’ night candor, Smith has little interest in exploring how music informs her relationships with women, much less platonic male friends.

Heteronormativity is a considerable blind spot in Record Collecting. Apart from her fixation on ex-boyfriends and a relative lack of consideration for the homosocial dimensions of female music fandom, she dismisses Smiths fans as potential romantic partners while failing to note the band’s sizable, intergenerational queer following. As the cult of Morrissey is also kept alive by pockets of Chicano youth, any real consideration for the racial dimensions of popular music would have also been welcome. Such concerns are unchallenged here, as are the cultural biases that go into Smith’s musical preferences. She admits to enjoying the Pussycat Dolls as a guilty pleasure, but doesn’t acknowledge that poptimism and related strands of music criticism explode such notions and genre biases in popular music. Smith is a rock fan, making minor allowances for hybrid artists M.I.A. and some pop acts. But much of the music she claims here, including all of the artists in her top five, is made by white rock musicians. This goes unchallenged, as does her own white female privilege.

Meanwhile, I wonder who's in Hailee Steinfeld's top five. I'll make you a mix, girl!; image courtesy of nylonmag.com

My biggest problem with Record Collecting is that I don’t know who this book is supposed to serve. What is its larger purpose? Is this book a feminist project? Is it a guide for young women? I also stumble over her definition of “girls”. Despite hailing them in the title, Smith doesn’t seem especially interested in actual girls. The closest she comes to discussing issues related to age is in the chapter where she considers if there could ever be another Madonna. She doesn’t offer any insight into the music industry adult women are passing down to girls. She mentions a dearth of all-female bands in this contemporary moment, but overlooks efforts like Girls Rock Camp entirely. This is truly a lost opportunity, as the most poignant moment in the book is when Smith recalls going to a music shop as a preteen because she was interested in playing the drums. The male sales clerk assumed she was looking for a clarinet.

Perhaps I’m asking too much of this book. Maybe Smith just wanted to write a zippy memoir and I should judge it as such. Sheffield’s Talking to Girls About Duran Duran is quite flip at times, but I wasn’t disappointed that it didn’t represent loftier societal and political goals. He wasn’t speaking on behalf of dudes, so why should I expect Smith to be an ambassador for women and girls? However, Sheffield tempers his witty, quotational style with moving passages about how his music fandom developed in relation to adolescence, his sisters, his late wife, and his dying grandfather. Smith probably doesn’t want her work compared to a memoir from an established male music journalist, and I wouldn’t blame her. Smith is a professional, and helped establish many of the artists Sheffield and his colleagues cover. I would love to read the book that examines this with greater depth. But unfortunately, Record Collecting could have been so much more than what I got off the page.

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Lovers pop

Last month, Ann Powers celebrated Madonna’s 53rd birthday by collecting her 53 favorite songs from the Material Girl. She posted suggestions on Twitter and I provided my picks along with several others. This went live shortly after Ellen Copperfield’s musings on Madge for This Recording and preceded Carilynn27′s Persephone post that twined Madonna’s music with autobiography and fandom. It also follows a sustained narrative of (predominantly white) women (and girls) taking about, listening to, and playing with Madonna. Lots of media studies criticism in the late 80s and into the 90s sought to understand Madonna as screen subject, fan object, and feminist star text. All of the stuff that will be written about Gaga will have to be built upon this body of work.

I came of age during this time, and remember listening to Madonna with my mother, a fan who didn’t think that allowing me to watch the video for “Like a Prayer” would make me a Satanist. Actually, it clued me in on Madonna being something of a racial fetishist. I also developed my nascent Madonna fandom during my pubescent years through my stepmother. I was fascinated by her outspoken love for Madonna, especially since it seemed so closely tied to adult sexual expression. As a ten-year-old girl, coming across a copy of Erotica was better than any of the Updike or Nin I snuck off my dad’s bookshelf at night. You can’t dance to Rabbit, Run. I also purloined my stepmom’s copy of Sex, which she tucked into the back of her closet.

Madonna; image courtesy of allaboutmadonna.com

Erotica was well-received critically, though underrated. Some thought Madonna ran out of ideas, or was just trying to shock people, or simply wasn’t sexy. A few critics claimed Erotica was too cold and calculated to be sexy. I think they miss the point–mediating an image of sexiness usually takes the sex out of it because sexuality tends to operate (and be obfuscated) at a subliminal level. Openly subverting expectations of feminine sexiness and reconfiguring what signifies as sexy for women causes a lot of discomfort. Power is an aphrodisiac, as long as it isn’t actually wielded by women. Many of the scenarios in the “Erotica” video are trite and regressive–lipstick lesbianism, celebrity friends, S&M, problematic assumptions about black sexuality. But I can’t imagine many contemporary pop stars exploring erotic menace or foregrounding explicitly queer images of sexuality in a mainstream context as Madonna did with Erotica, which was released during a time when AIDS casualties and HIV prevention were more greatly emphasized. Plus the album has “Rain” and “Bye Bye Baby,” which are two of my favorite songs. It also has “Did You Do It?,” which, as with all song where Madge raps, you should skip.

Gaga may come the closest to fulfilling Erotica‘s potential. There’s no question that Jo Calderone owes hir existence to Ralph Macchio, Annie Lennox, Andrew Dice Clay, Danny Zuko, and Lenny Bruce. But what I appreciated about Gaga’s drag performance at the VMAs was her commitment to it. She didn’t make any costume changes during the night to re-establish her femininity. She kept her breasts bound throughout the ceremony and didn’t wink at the camera. Sure, she was boorish for trying to kiss Britney, whose trembling bottom lip seemed to simultaneously telegraph “Is this a trick?”, “Should I?”, and “I don’t think my manager will approve.” But if you compare Gaga’s performance alongside Katy Perry’s egotistical assumption that a song like “Firework,” which vaguely addresses queer closeted identity by celebrating individual perseverance, is doing something good for the world when it merely aligns herself with a lucrative niche market, Gaga might be moving closer toward pop progress. But I hate “Born This Way” as both a pop song and a political message, so I’m actually hoping Janelle Monáe brings the sex and politics back to pop music. Androids need love too.

Sade; image courtesy soundonsound.com

But if we’re talking about pop music’s ability to inspire exciting sex, I can’t discredit an album I like a great deal more than Erotica. Sade’s Love Deluxe slunk into American record stores on October 20, 1992, the same day that Madonna’s fifth album initiated controversy. Janet Jackson’s janet. came out the following spring and is more potently erotic than Madonna’s offering, but I think that album requires its own post and a review of Poetic Justice. While many contemporaries sought reinvention to stay relevant, Nigerian British torch singer Sade Adu and her band continue to release reliably warm, enveloping jazz-pop for quiet storms, yacht rides, and power outages. I bought Love Deluxe on tape in junior high as a compromise. I wanted to see Indecent Proposal but my parents were like, “Ummmmm, absolutely not!” “No Ordinary Love” featured prominently in the trailer, so it sufficed until I finally saw Adrian Lyne’s sexist glamorization of kept women and poor business decisions at a girlfriend’s house. The scene in the kitchen is pretty hot, though. But “Kiss of Life,” “Cherish the Day,” and “I Couldn’t Love You More” are way hotter.

I don’t want to set up a racist, misogynistic binary wherein white female pop stars are cold sexbots and female pop stars of color have erotic energy coursing through their veins. Nor do I want to overlook that Sade’s songs assume heterosexual coupling. But Sade’s articulation of sexuality is predicated on the assumption that these forms of expression are something people do together. Also, sexuality isn’t the only lens through which Sade explores empathy and human connection. Despite the luxe atmosphere Sade’s music often seems to cultivate, many of her songs focus on poverty and the struggle for basic survival. Two such songs on Love Deluxe are “King of Pain” and “Pearls.” The latter track, which is about a poor Somalian woman, always makes me tear up a little. It may be a bit paternalistic in its storytelling, but it’s no less effective.

Thus, I think Sade’s articulation of the erotic is at least as powerful and enduring. Others seem to agree. Molly Lambert recently saw Sade in concert and raved about the performance, Sade’s enduring sexiness, and the sense of community the event created. Ms. Adu turns 53 next January. Let’s remember to wish her a happy birthday.





 

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