The Monster Woman Post – Lady Gaga

ne of the first things I heard about Lady Gaga was about the rumor that she is not a woman. This is supposedly from a picture from her tour, a very blurry picture, but I know that it comes from the fact that Lady Gaga does not follow any rules of being a woman. She broke out as a pop star in bizarre outfits and shamelessly objectified herself in her incredible music videos with exquisitely produced music videos. Many did not know what to do with her.

I, too, was intimidated by the Woman until I saw an interview with her. Two people I know have said the same thing. No wonder people wondered if she was a woman or not. She didn’t look or act like one. Maybe she isn’t one. She doesn’t fit into the mold we’ve built for women or men. It’s kind of insane how much that throws us off.

Her new video for the song “Telephone” dispels any of those rumors in an explicit way. Beyonce’s in this video, too, but she seems kind of like a sidekick than a collaborator.

Now what am I really talking about with these rules and stereotypes and expectations the media and culture puts on us? Isn’t it just cliche? Isn’t it just being feminist to talk about it?

I keep seeing this magazine in the doctor’s office I clean, and for some reason no one will throw it away. I will if I see it again. It’s old anyway.

There’s not much to Jennifer Aniston…she hasn’t had a very strong career, but even I feel bad about this front page. Identifying her by a man she was with five years ago?  Even the small blurb about Haiti on the top suggests they have a lot more material to work with in our world than creates the need for defining a burned-out actress by her ex.

This is the world into which Lady Gaga has forced herself. It’s been a quiet few years for the female singers. Rihanna sort of shook things up with her amazing haircut, and Beyonce just shook. Taylor Swift became America’s Sweetheart.

But after I listened to her albums and saw her videos, I began to see myself in a different way. I noticed how I walk with my head down when I’m in public, that I always think about how gross my body is, and that I’ve been letting fear get to me and define me, and moreover that the culture I live in encourages these feelings. After reading those beauty magazines which have one article that tells you to love your body and on the next page five tips for a bikini body.

The whole my getting engaged thing has amplified all of this. There are assumptions and expectations that come along with deciding to spend the rest of your life with one person. Some of them are ridiculous as wearing a certain 3000 dollar stone on your finger. Or wearing an immaculate white, strapless dress and being given away like a possession by your father. Or taking professional pictures and having them put in the paper as if the general public cares.
When I listen to her (incredible concept) albums and watch her (works of art) videos I don’t think any of those things subconsciously anymore. She brings them right to the surface, poisons, and kills them. I see my own beauty in her beauty. I want to climb mountains and change things and be fearless. She is beyond fierce and beyond beautiful and beyond woman.

I keep hearing negative things about gays and transgender and bisexuality but I have two transgender friends and they transcend more than gender. They transcend all of these (cliche) chains that we are held back by in living this life. They don’t ask me why my fiance didn’t empty his bank account on a piece of jewelry. They don’t complain about women’s PMS. They don’t need to talk about cars or sports or hunting to feel secure. They don’t need to put anyone down for their differences. Because they’ve embraced themselves, more than anyone else has. We all need to come out of the closet. We all are hiding our real, curious, wild, beautiful selves.

This is why the term “feminism” isn’t enough to describe Lady Gaga’s movement. Sometimes feminists feel the need to wear suits and be cruel and mean to other women to feel powerful. The real power is seeing yourself for who you are, accepting that, and seeing no reason to not be kind to everyone. Because people, men and women, are cruel to other people out of insecurity.

But we don’t need to be nice. Being nice about things is tolerating ideas we know are false. Why don’t we, instead, accept each other.  Let’s do away with tolerance as an idea. Burn it.

This is not the Madonna movement. We don’t have to dress like Gaga or even approve of or promote her art. We just have to see it as it really is, so that we can see ourselves as we really are.

Is Lady Gaga a Woman?  Yes.

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Soundscape: Potato Moon’s After the Harvest

otato Moon is a band that I’ve heard on WYCE and seen live in downtown Rockford, yet they never clicked with me until I got their newer album, After the Harvest, from the library. This 2008 album has 32 tracks, some of them full songs, some snippets that sound like movie scores, some of them short traditional songs arranged beautifully.

The full-length songs, mostly written by Ben Stancil, are the most original folk songs I’ve heard since Gillian Welch. Yet they’re still catchy, earthy, timeless, and genuine. The main vocals, too, are strong. Jane Jones, who I believe to be the main female vocalist, has a voice that can do anything. It’s a huge voice. She could easily be a jazz vocalist so her voice works well with the genre-bending songs of the album.

Ben Stancil’s production is great, too. The vocals act as strings and other sounds enter with them like the wind. This entire album was recorded in a span of five July days in 2007.  That attributes to the seamless, unified feeling of all the songs. The only complaint I have is that it’s too quiet. Not literally, but it just feels like they should be yell-singing these songs. It sounds like they’re writing in mechanical pencil when they should be using a bold, black Sharpie. The songs are strong, but could sound stronger with bolder production.

I encourage you to check out this CD, which was recorded right in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The fact that they’re local doesn’t mean much because they’re so good. This is not a “support your local artist just because they’re local” post. To hear them will be nothing but beneficial to your SOUL! Wherever you are!

Soudscape: I Dream a Highway – Gillian Welch’s Song of America Explicated

Time The Revelator

I could die happy after writing a song like “I Dream a Highway” by Gillian Welch. It’s personal, cultural, spiritual, and historical. The lyrics are at the end of this post.

One of my poems has a line that goes “you, that fourteen minute song in my head…” That’s this song.

This song is also discussed at Tiny Cat Pants, where they come to some of the same conclusions as I do.

I want to start with all the references to country music, folklore, and spiritual things. The first verse has three. John, I believe, is Johnny Cash, who broke stage lights at the Grand Ole Opry in a drug-infused rage. Then she mentions the Opry’s “brand new band,” which I take to mean as the new life of the Opry and the new sound of country music. The Opry used to embody country music, with old-time sounding bluegrass and country and western, along with skits and banter. Well, we all know what country music is considered to be now. People either love country and are referring to the stuff on the radio, or people love country but not the stuff on the radio, or people just plain hate all country. Folk is a name now given to acoustic pop and Country is a name given to sentimental, twangy pop. Taylor Swift is not a country singer.

(But I just found Steve Martin playing the banjo on the Grand Ole Opry! Sweeeeeeet!)

Wow, got on a tangent there. The third line: “Lord let me die with a hammer in my hand,” refers to John Henry, the folktale hero who beats a steamdrill on a railroad track, and then dies. The line is a prayer to always be working to beat the machine who takes away from our real work. This line coming after the discussion of the downfall of Cash and the Opry gives it a whole different meaning, though. What sort of machine is taking over our music? (Hmmm could it be commercialism?) AND, this line alludes to Gillian’s other song, “Elvis Presley Blues,” which compares Elvis to John Henry.

The next line about Memphis, too, alludes to the contemporary country culture. By mentioning Memphis, the other major city of Tennessee than Nashville, she is alluding a move from the spirit of Nashville to Memphis, which is another nod to Elvis as this is where Graceland is. So maybe Elvis is the hatchet man who taught her to speak.

As for the wagon/truck and the bones, it makes me think of a scene in Joe Turner’s Come and Gone, a play by August Wilson, where one of the characters has a spiritual vision. He sees thousands of skeletons rattling and then they rise up and grow flesh. I think the image of rattling bones comes from a very old idea of spiritual resurrection.

The Jack of Diamonds verse refers to Emmylou Harris and Gram Parsons, quite obviously. Which lover is Jack? Emmylou is still living, still making music (and collaborating like there’s no tomorrow with everyone under the sun!), and Gram died at 26, leaving the world as quite a legend. They were musical soul-mates, much like Gillian and Dave Rawlings, might I add.

The next verse is about a television. The most beautiful verse written about a TV I have ever read. I have stolen many poem images from this verse. But what does it mean in the context of the song?  The TV can be a symbol of postmodern perceptions of ourselves–that things don’t seem real or relevant unless they’re on the small screen. The previous verse asked the question “who am I?” This one gives no answer, leaving the speaker vague and anonymous, with the only resolution being to “dream a highway back to you.”

So now would be a good time to write about this all-important line. A highway is a very American thing. It connects us to each other. Yet we are all very isolated from many things. Family members, true friends, our own identities, heritages. The problems of our world here maybe are more mental/spiritual than physical. Or maybe there’s just a lot more going on in the radio waves and the world that we cannot see than we realize. The repeated line is a constant effort to return to that one thing that made us tick in the first place. Back to something genuine.

In the next verse, she mentions Jack of Diamonds again. There is an old folk song about the Jack of Diamonds symbolizing wealth and prosperity. The next lines allude to crazy/bad behavior. The next verse alludes to even deeper danger. Viper, knife, arsenic: all deadly.   Then the next verse feels like a hangover, as Tiny Cat Pants says. It is a painfully bright realization of consequences of actions, of life going on.

The “Sunday morning at the diner” verse has one of the best lines: “Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears.” This moment for the speaker lasts a long time. Watching the waitress, she sees a microcosm of humanity. It is a revelatory moment (“heard a call within a call”), and that’s why it lasts a thousand years. (Time is the revelator.)

The Lazarus verse alludes again to spiritual and biblical themes, but it also alludes to the folk song “Po’ Lazarus,” which is sung by the chain gang in the first scene of O Brother, Where Art Thou, on which Gillian makes an appearance and sings for the soundtrack.  “Let me see the mark death made” brings up the motif of death once again, and also resurrection.

The last verse of this marathon song brings us back to the moment, to simplicity. What will sustain us through the winter? Do we ever learn anything? The speaker chooses hardship, “rain and snow,” with the quiet knowledge that this is what life is.

Also notice that with each chorus, the silver vision has a different action. Rest, arrest, molest, and bless.

Well, that’s my explication of my favorite song. I hope you enjoyed it and are able to listen to this song. I suggest searching for it on Lala.com.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and rest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

John he’s kicking out the footlights
The Grand Ole Opry’s got a brand new band
Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand
I dream a highway back to you.

I think I’ll move down into Memphis
And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue
I lie and wait until the wagons come
And dream a highway back to you.

The getaway kicking up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three-hour jones,
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come arrest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds?
Now you be Emmylou and I’ll be Gram
I send a letter, don’t know who I am
I dream a highway back to you.

I’m an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now I’m gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you.

I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds
Fire-riding, wheeling when I lead em up
Drank whiskey with my water, sugar in my tea
My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Now give me some of what you’re having
I’ll take you as a viper into my head
A knife into my bed, arsenic when I’m fed
I dream a highway back to you.

Hang overhead from all directions
Radiation from the porcelain light
Blind and blistered by the morning white
I dream a highway back to you.

Sunday morning at the diner
Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears
I watched the waitress for a thousand years
Saw a wheel within a wheel, heard a call within a call
I dreamed a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Step into the light, poor Lazarus
Don’t lie alone behind the window shade
Let me see the mark death made
I dream a highway back to you.
I dream a highway back to you.

What will sustain us through the winter?
Where did last year’s lessons go?
Walk me out into the rain and snow
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Soundscape: Post-Christmas Music Rebirth:

It’s December 26 and Christmas is over and the Pope was knocked over and you can start over now.

I had been waiting for Gillian Welch to come out with a new album and then her musical soul mate released one. It’s basically switching emphasis from Gillian Welch to Dave Rawlings, the guy who has always sang harmony and played amazing solos in her songs. The album has a refreshing, more manly twist on their style…with the cover “To Be Young” and hints of Old Crow Medicine Show in the background. He also covers “I Hear Them All,” a gospel-ish world song by the young rowdy group, but the song is sans harmonies and thumping banjos–it is only Rawlings’ voice and his guitar, which is much more fitting for the song’s feel.

I also have given Whispertown 2000, the first band to be signed on Gillian Welch’s label, Acony Records, another chance and I really like their songs “Old Times” and “103.” I saw this young group when they opened for Jenny Lewis in 2006, and they were fun in person but hard to like on CD when I tried to share them with friends. I think they have potential–the lead singer has good songwriting abilities. They just need to jump out of the indie pool they’re falling into because the quirky bad-sounding interludes like in “Lock and Key” aren’t going to stand up once this whole movement of flannel shirts and ugly glasses passes.

I signed up for Lala and it’s a lot more organized than my previous method of listening to new music (Myspace), and it’s a better way to find similar artists than Pandora. I recommend it!

Soundscape: Five Artists Who Need A Sense of Humor

I don’t know if you knew this about me, but I used to only listen to Christian music. It was better, I would’ve told you. It doesn’t all sound the same. There are good lyrics.

Then I only listened to noncommercial music. Anyone on a big label was NOOOOO for me. I liked acoustic, I liked songs with heart, I liked intimate live performances.

Now I listen to glam rock. There’s nothing good or bad about any of these times in my life. But I have changed my outlook on recording artists. Why do some of them take themselves so seriously? I used to write songs, too. And I took myself somewhat seriously. Well, definitely. Especially when I wrote only Christian songs.

Now’s the time to enter the smartest thing Kurt Vonnegut ever said. Ever. Well. Maybe.

I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.

Anyway, onto the list.

1. Joanna Newsome. At the top of my list is the strange-sounding songbird who plays harp very well and has descriptive complex lyrics. I read an interview with her once and she spoke with semicolons. Odd Bird. I don’t know her personally, but I think if she didn’t take herself so seriously her music would be more fun. She works with good themes. The Peach Plum Pear music video is really funny when the people are eating. I just have the sneaking suspicion it’s not meant to be. And when there’s like 9000 Joanna’s singing at once. hehe. Is she worried people will mock her?

2. Arcade Fire. There’s like 9 people in that band. How do they not laugh? They’re like, one banjo away from the New Mainstreet Singers.  They got David Bowie’s approval, so they’re set for life. Why not just have fun with life?  They have this thing like The Cure where I feel like I’m in a dark basement in the 80s, but instead of the basement being full of black balloons, it’s full of dead babies. Or something. Like…they all have too dark of a persona for what their music is. You know what I mean?

3. Okkervil River – I think these guys metaphorically look into the mirror of their own music for too long every morning. Concept albums. You know, concept albums can be great. Like Time (The Revelator) by Gillian Welch. But she had to work up to that. She had to be established first. You don’t try to get attention by saying “Oh I’m going to write a biographical album about some obscure person who lived an amazing life.” Or “I’m going to write an album about every state in the US” (oh my gosh, you should read about Sufjan’s hilarious existential crisis).

4. Iron and Wine. Sam Beam’s whispering voice. Lozl.

5. Bright Eyes.  I saw him in Nashville. He was trying to do this whole country thing back then, but I guess that tour had a lot of him coming on stage drunk. He didn’t take his tour seriously, and then he takes himself WAY too seriously. He is just a songwriter. He writes little songs. With a lot of lyrics. And country music doesn’t need him to save it, by the way. Country music sings cliche with a winking eye. And this is a very good thing. Stop trying to make country cool, Jenny Lewis, Neko Case, and Bright Eyes. Stop it.

So yeah. Those are five people I think need a pie in the face. They’re going to look back on their lives when they’re 90 and say, why didn’t I just have fun sometimes? Will their high art albums still be remembered?

I don’t know if any of these artists are still making music, come to think of it. They’re from my indie years. Should Look Them Up.

Soundscape: Gillian Welch Saved Country Music–So What is She Doing with these Indie Bands???

Gillian Welch is my favorite musician. With her albums Revival, Hell Among the Yearlings, and Time (The Revelator), she has created a country style that is honest, authentic, and unobnoxious. She wrote a gospel song, “By the Mark,” that sounds like it’s been around for a hundred years.gillian_hat-bio

Lately, Gillian Welch has been busy with her and David Rawlings’ (her musical partner) own new record label, Acony Records. It’s a great name and she knows how to create a sound. She has signed and produced and album with The Whispertown 2000, whom I saw perform two years ago when they opened for Jenny Lewis. The Whispertown 2000, aside from having a long strange name, is fronted with an obnoxious-sounding singer pushing out clever songs with a whiny voice and impatient guitar playing. They, along with Jenny Lewis, seemed to be trying to add on to the “alternative country” or “indie country” scene that has been growing.

Indie musicians, like Laura Veirs, Neko Case, and Jenny Lewis, like to put out at least one country album for fun. The country always seems to come out contrived. It is trying to be “smarter” then Loretta Lynn or Tammy Wynette, avoiding subjects like cheating husbands. They also avoid the “Nashville Sound,” a style of country from Nashville in the 1960s featuring background vocals and strings.  All of this is probably their attempt to create country music that doesn’t sound like the stuff on the radio these days.

Jenny Lewis’s country album is the worst of the three I mentioned–her misfitted lyrics and barely-country sounding songs are preachy and the more upbeat ones aren’t catchy enough to create momentum in the album. These attempts to get away from cliche and cheesy have created boring, un-catchy tunes.

I listen to some of The Whispertown 2000’s songs and remember the one time I saw Gillian Welch in concert, where she was opening for Bright Eyes, another indie musician trying to cross over into country, and I’m disappointed. I wonder why Welch is choosing this route. For all she’s done for country music, especially with the epic American-history-oriented song “I dream a highway,” she shouldn’t be opening for young Conor Oberst, who goes on stage drunk most nights and sings like a goat; he should be opening for her.

Perhaps the current country scene, which  idolizes Taylor Swift, singer of pop-with-a-twang, has not given Welch the respect and support she deserves. Alison Krauss has seen incredible success, which is well-deserved, but her friend Gillian seems to be forgotten. The music piracy problem also hasn’t treated her kindly (see “Everything Is Free Now from her Time album).

I think back to Oh Brother Where Art Thou, a film she contributed to greatly, and wonder how she fell out of that golden, sepia Coen Brothers world into the pretentious indie scene. Her latest album, Soul Journey, hasn’t been received as well as her first four amazing albums. Songs like “One Monkey” are confusingly dark, and the album as a whole has lost the quiet, strong melodic pull her other albums feature.

This happens to every artist. She has to grow and change. But I think I speak for all her fans in saying that she will always be home to us–her songs will live on, echoing like an unending Beulah Land anthem. I will always be grateful for this orphan.

Soundscape: No More Pretensions

I’ve been listening to CDs again. It had been iTunes Central in the KimLife for a long time. I got a iShuffle for Christmas. I think I just mushed two words together. I went to a record shop/used cd store/used DVD store/ used amps, record players, and speakers store last weekend. I was selling some of my old CDs that just don’t appeal to me anymore, like Iron and Wine. I was also selling Arcade Fire. Most of my CDs were too scratched up to get any cash for them. The guy going through my CDs got to Arcade Fire and commented “This is a great band.”

“Yeah, they are,” I agreed. Later he asked me why I was selling them. Are you sick of them? he asked. I didn’t know how to answer. I didn’t really think about it. I kind of lumped Arcade Fire in with all the indie bands I have spurned since getting over that phase of my life. But is that fair? What do I really like?

He didn’t buy the Arcade Fire CDs, he only took Johnny Cash, Laura Veirs, and Shannon McNally. I don’t know if Arcade Fire was too scratched or if he wanted me to give them another chance. But I take it as a sign. I listened to Funeral all the way through the other night and really, really enjoyed it.

I have to listen to myself. For some reason, I have been taking other people’s opinions and adopting them as my own, as if they’re more valid. It marks a serious lapse in self-esteem.  No more pretensions for me. What’s good is good.