Thursday, June 28, 2018

"Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac

"Rhiannon" is my absolute most favorite song in the world. That will never change - there's a reason I included it on my death vinyl. I like to pretend it was written about me. I mean, I wish a lot of great songs were written about me but if I had to choose one, this would be it. I'm not sure why I haven't used it as the Song du Jour yet, but I woke up with it stuck in my head and thought, "It is time."

My dad told me he snuck into the Fleetwood Mac concert at the NMSU Pan Am Center when they came to New Mexico when he was in college (late 70s/early 80s). When Stevie introduced this song, she told the audience Rhiannon's story. She was a Welsh witch (my dad described her as having dark hair and eyes, but I think he was embellishing) who was in love with a man but, for whatever reason, he couldn't or wouldn't be with her. Heartbroken, she ran off to the moors and exploded into a murder of crows. Which is awesome! Kind of reminds me of that one weird vigor in "Bioshock Infinite." You know the one....anyway, there's a vivid story behind "Rhiannon" that always gets my imagination going. When she was writing the song, Stevie used bibliomancy, a type of divination where you open a book to a random page, put your finger down, and whatever it lands on says something about your future or situation. The book she used was some random book that was written in the 70s, "Triad" by Mary Leader, which is now on my "To Read" list....the ever-growing list that I will never complete in my lifetime, unless I become an Immortal (I still haven't given up hope yet).

After she opened with the story, the music started and Stevie would start twirling, with her flowing skirts and shawls. Misty Day (who is still dissecting frogs in Hell, by the way....not that you care) described Stevie as the first witch she ever knew. She tells Zoe that "Rhiannon" was Stevie's anthem...."can't you hear it." I think I knew that, too, to be honest. I'm pretty sure Stevie was the first witch I ever knew of. I'll be devastated when she dies because of it. There are some things - no, some people - that are so much a part of you, that if they were gone, you'd never be whole again. I think that's the whole point of the song. "Once in a million years a lady like her rises/Oh no, Rhiannon! you cry/But then she's gone/And your life knows no answer/Your life knows no answer." A million years? Humans haven't even existed for a million years and they probably won't at this rate, which means there has never been a woman like Rhiannon ever and there never will be again. She must be pretty fucking special.

Lily Rabe (as Misty Day in "AHS: Coven") and Stevie Nicks
Stevie and Mary Leader got the lore a bit wrong, though. Rhiannon actually is a Welsh goddess. She has three familiars - mystical birds, usually depicted as ravens - that signal her arrival. She is often imagined as riding on a pale horse wearing a gold dress, and is traditionally a goddess of fertility, rebirth, and transformation. There's something in that, if I woke up with this song stuck in my head. That some sort of apotheosis is on my horizon. According to some internet page I found (with all the Welsh mythology), "the story of Rhiannon teaches us that - with truth, patience, and love - we can create change no matter how bleak life seems at the moment." Woah, man. That's deep.

As I've said before, I prefer the live version of the song from "The Dance" live album. Stevie riffs the opening lyrics and works herself into a frenzy by the end. It really is magic. Not that the studio version isn't good - it is - I just prefer the live one, because that's what I remember from long car trips with my dad.

"Rhiannon" Live Performance

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

"9 to 5" by Dolly Parton

After a day of saving the world, one white paper at a time (and, yes, that does happen in cybersecurity), I'm really feeling myself. I saw "Deadpool 2" last Saturday and "9 to 5" was part of the opening sequence....and I was reminded how much I love Dolly Parton. In fact, I picked up a Dolly vinyl when I went to the SA Summer Vintage Expo. That and an Elvis vinyl were the only things I thought were worth buying (and that I could afford....they had a nice turntable console from the 60s-70s that I would've thrown down $300 for if it was guaranteed to work). One of my favorite songs of all time is "Jolene"....sure, I prefer the Mindy Smith version (which Dolly collaborated on) but the original has its charm, too.

Aside from being a brilliant songwriter/musician, an incredibly beautiful woman, and the best part of "Steel Magnolias" - I may be biased because I played Truvy Jones in high school - she's probably once of the nicest people in the world. I've never met her but people who have say she's just an absolute angel. Her philanthropic efforts are well known, especially her literacy program, Dolly Parton's Imagination Library, which sends a book a month to children who are enrolled until they enter kindergarten. The Imagination Library has sent out over 100 million books as of 2018. In addition to this, the Dollywood Foundation has made contributions to AIDS research, disaster relief, and animal rights, among many other things. In short, she is a goddess....and a shining example of who I want to be when I grow up.

Speaking of who I'll be when I grow up, I'm doing pretty good so far. Halfway to being an ITIL Expert, a valued contributor to my organization, and trying to do the writing thing fairly regularly. Still working on being a good mom, a good person, and a good pagan....in that order. I feel like I work a lot but that's because I'm the sole breadwinner now and I feel like I have to work twice as hard in order to ensure that we remain in a good place financially. But, that doesn't mean I'm getting burnt out - I have signed on to the whole "self care" and "Treat Yoself" movement so I'm all about taking time to do my personal rituals. It may only be an hour or so a day but it's my time and I enjoy it. I encourage anyone reading to do the same.

"Tumble outta bed/And stumble to the kitchen/Pour myself a cup of ambition." Yep, sounds like me. I hit the ground running every day, even on the days I wasn't able to sleep. I'll sleep when I'm dead, ya'll. Enjoy!

"9 to 5" Video




Sunday, June 24, 2018

It's Summer, Bitches!

Merry Belated Litha, y'all! Yep, it's that time of year again. School is out, beaches are crowded, and some of the best songs of the year are being released. I've combed the interwebs and my own memory to bring you my top 5 Summer Songs. Some of them are officially on professional lists of the best songs of the season....and some are not. However, they all mean something to me so I hope you enjoy them. Just a quick warning - I am going to get quite rant-y, in many directions, so keep up!

5. "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Ray Jepson

"Call Me Maybe" came out in the Summer of 2012. You know how I remember that? Because it was an election year and some asshole made a parody of Obama on the campaign trail. That summer, I was volunteering for Ron Barber's special election campaign. He was running to take over for Gabby Gifford's seat, because on January 8th of that year, some asshole shot up a "Congress on Your Corner" event in Tucson. I'll never forget where I was when that happened. He murdered 8 people (including a friend's cousin) and injured several others, including Giffords and Barber. I know that took a dark turn, but it's background. Let's get back to that summer.

Anyway, I volunteered for the Barber campaign. I most remember the guy who ran the local Democratic office because he would always give me shit about stuff....mostly my clothes and the fact that I wouldn't register Democrat. "Why do your jeans have holes in them?" "Why don't you wear more clothes?" "Why are you still an Independent? Choose a side!" No. I'm still an Independent because, like George Washington, I believe that parties are the worst thing for this country. Honestly, if you removed the "R" or "D" next to candidates' names, most people wouldn't know who they were voting for. It would be chaos and I think that might actually be good for this country. But I digress. Sure, he gave me a lot of shit, but he also seemed genuinely impressed that I actually talked to people and tried to understand what they thought was important about the person they were voting for. Because it is important. I may not have talked to the most people but I like to think I changed the most minds when I called.

Back to the song - go ahead and judge me, but I really like "Call Me Maybe." It's cute, it's fun, and it's young, which makes it the perfect song for Summer. The video is pretty funny, too. Carly is trying to get the attention of her cute neighbor (who is HOT and just my type) but he's pretty oblivious. Well, we find out at the end of the song - to Carly's chagrin - that Hot Neighbor is gay/bisexual and he would rather fuck her guitarist. That's fair. The guitarist is also pretty cute.

"Call Me Maybe" Video


4. "Here Comes the Sun" by The Beatles

I know this isn't particularly original or interesting, but "Abbey Road" is my favorite Beatles album. It's very clear they wrote it while they were on drugs, which makes the sound totally unique. Also, some of their craziest songs are on there. "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" is a personal favorite - it's upbeat but it's about a serial killer. Yeah....I'm....odd, sometimes. Some of my other favorites include "Oh Darling!" and "Something." The latter in particular reminds me of my parents. "Something in the way she moves/Attracts me like no other lover/Something in the way she moves me/I don't want to leave her now/You know I believe and how?" I'm going to stop there, because that song deserves its own post. Needless to say, I believe true love exists because I know how my dad feels about my mom. Sappy indeed, but I don't care.

Another favorite on the album is "I Want You (She's so heavy)." The lyrics are pretty simple - it's mostly just Paul singing "I want you" several times - but the instrumental piece is so dark and luxurious, it kind of pulls you in. It's supposed to feel like a heroine trip - or like if you are lying in an opium den, which I think the Beatles did quite often when this song was written. My dad told me once that Paul was singing to a cheeseburger but I think he was just fucking with me. Anyway, after you get trapped in the thick fabric of this song, "Abbey Road" pulls you back out of the depths with "Here Comes the Sun," which is so chipper, you forget you were drowning in bass guitar only moments ago. I have fond memories of "Abbey Road" because we'd always listen to it at least one time through when my dad picked me up from college for breaks (I didn't drive back then). I definitely know this album like the back of my hand but it's one I could probably listen to over and over. There aren't many albums like that - most only have one or two good songs - so take some time to do some listening. For your musical education, of course.

"Here Comes the Sun" Video


3. "California Girls" by The Beach Boys

I'm a California Girl - I have the birth certificate to prove it! Okay, I only lived there like a month after I was born but I do like the state for small bursts. Not to live there, of course - it's too expensive. But I always enjoyed our visits to LA and San Diego because I love - LOVE - the beach. This song posits that the girls from California are prettier. Honestly, I feel like I'm a California 7, but it's a nice idea. Just for reference, a California 10 is like the hottest a girl can be, so I'm probably being overly generous to myself. However, it makes sense that California Girls would be the prettiest, since that's where the majority of our film, music, and modeling industry is. Marilyn was from California and she was stunning, even before they got to her with the peroxide. My favorite picture of Norma Jean is one of her earlier modeling photographs, when she still had her red hair. She standing on the beach...she has her hands up near her face and she's just smiling at the camera. Here, I found it....

Norma Jean Baker
It's so innocent, like she doesn't have a care in the world. Of course, we know she did. She was the poster child for Borderline Personality Disorder and what we know about her life has helped me to understand more about what has happened in mine. She wrote poetry, you know. I've read some of it - it was quite good. It makes me kind of sad, because she felt like she was worthless without her looks but she wasn't. Norma was really beautiful inside, it's just that no one really bothered to see it. I didn't really mean to rant about Marilyn for this song - it just sort of turned out that way. However, I think that's where I needed to go so I'm gonna leave it.

"California Girls" Video


2. "Despacito (Remix)" by Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee (feat. Justin Bieber)

This was last year's Song of the Summer. It's kind of ridiculous. Personally, I only understand the Justin Bieber part and the bridge. Because I never learned Spanish, despite living in the Southwest for a good portion of my life. I make bad life choices - one of those choices was getting a degree in French. But hey, if you ever need someone to let you know if they've translated the French parts of American movies correctly, I'm your girl. Anyway, my older sister loves this song. She had it on repeat the whole time we visited North Padre Island last year....and I didn't mind it. Neither did the baby, but he's inherited my weird taste in music.

If you remember, "Despacito" was banned in Malaysia for being to racy. Which made me curious as to what I'm singing along to....so I looked up the English translation to find out. And - holy shit! - I think Malaysia might have had a reason to ban it....and I'm generally against banning stuff. Basically, "Despacito" (which means "slowly" in Spanish) is about Luis Fonsi telling some girl how he's going to make slow, sweet love to her. The Spanish lyrics include lines like, "I want to see how much love fits in you" (Oh my!) and "Let me trespass your danger zones/Until I make you scream" (Whew...is it hot in here?) It makes the actual English lyrics in the remix sound tame. I highly doubt Puerto Rican girls scream "Ay Bandito!" when they orgasm....but, to be fair, I'm not Puerto Rican, so I'm not the expert here. Whatever. The song is catchy as hell and I was super excited to hear it in the radio playlist again.

"Despacito (Remix)" Video



1. "The Boys of Summer" by Don Henley (as sung by The Ataris)

The Ataris cover of "The Boys of Summer" is probably my most favorite cover ever. They update the lyrics slightly to make it current. Instead of a "Dead Head sticker on a Cadillac," it's a Black Flag sticker. And that's the extent of it....she still wears Wayfarers, not Oakleys or some shit like that. The Don Henley version of this song is the 5th best Summer song according to music critics, so I feel like putting it at number 1 on my list is accurate.

The lyrics tell a story, but not like how country songs tell a story. It's more subtle. You start with this boy who is in love with a girl. Perhaps a little obsessed (he's driving past her house at like midnight...) but clearly he wasn't ready for it to end, so that's understandable. I imagine it was a summer fling and I think her family must have a summer home in this lake town, where this boy is a local. Depending on how you imagine the lyrics, either he's remembering the summer fling and she's not actually around anymore. Or you can imagine it how I do - she actually lives in town and he sees her everyday, flirting with all the "boys of summer" when they come to town. I think that version is more tragic. Essentially, we see the narrator going back and forth throughout the various stages of grief for the end of his relationship. Confusion ("I don't understand what happened to our love"), Denial ("But, baby, I'm gonna get you back/Gonna show you what I'm made of"), and then briefly touching on Acceptance ("Those days are gone forever/I should just let 'em go") before plummeting back into Depression for the last chorus. Man, it really is kind of a sad song. I hope Don Henley eventually got over this girl....because it sounds like he needs a hug. Including both versions of the song, because they are both excellent.

The Ataris Version


Don Henley Version



Wednesday, June 20, 2018

"No Roots" by Alice Merton

I feel like something bouncy tonight....and this song fits that description. Alice Merton wrote "No Roots" to work out some angst she had leftover from her childhood. She moved like a dozen times when she was a kid. Kind of reminds me of my childhood. I'm an Army brat and as such, I moved around quite a bit. Every three years, in fact....well, we were someplace for 6 years once but that's because we didn't move with my dad that time. They let us stay at our previous base because he was going to be deployed pretty much the entire time he was stationed at the next base. I used to hate it, but now that I'm older, I've got that anxious feeling. What do they call it? Wanderlust....

I've been in SA for exactly 5 years now and, don't get me wrong, I like it....I just wish I could escape it every once in a while. I used to fantasize about the nomadic lifestyle. Still do, in fact. The Husband watches all these yacht videos and jokes that we should buy one and sail the world. I would do it, though, if I knew we could kept our son fed and cared for. Some people actually do that - they sail the world and make YouTube videos or set up Patreon sites to make enough money to survive. That wouldn't be too bad. If my writing made any money, that would be ideal. Of course, we used to watch a lot of RV videos and he would say the same thing. We still don't own an RV or a yacht.

Enough about me, let's dissect this song. The lyrics remind me of something a bird would sing. "I've got no roots/But my home was never on the ground." Essentially, I think Merton is saying that it's hard not having one place to call home but the memories from her years of traveling - and the fantasizing she did while on the road - is what grounds her. I can relate. Some of my favorite memories I have are of playing pretend or daydreaming while we drove cross country. But some of the saddest ones I have are of leaving friends behind. It's bittersweet - a new adventure but you're still leaving part of your life in each place. "Digging holes" if you will. Alice Merton wrote the song to cheer herself up and it definitely has that upbeat-ness about it. I love to sing along with the chorus, mostly because it's fun to do that coo'ing sound when she sings "roots."

The video is a typical low-budget indie video. Alice Merton is in a trendy apartment, looking beautiful and singing/dancing. She moves to different parts of the apartment and the cinematographer plays with different lighting effects but it's nothing to write home about.

"No Roots" Video

Monday, June 18, 2018

"EP 1" by Black Canary

Oh. My. Gawd. Did y'all know that DC Comics released an album as a companion piece to the "Black Canary Vol 1: Kicking and Screaming" graphic novel? I fucking love when pop culture franchises do this! When "Josie & the Pussycats" came out in theaters, I had that soundtrack on repeat. And the tapes that came with the Jem dolls (to my recollection, we only ever had the "Asia" doll) kept me going through a tremulous childhood. Yes, I love fake bands, because usually the music is surprisingly good. Black Canary's "EP 1" is no exception. The sound is super darkwave and 80s goth, which is where I live. And the girl who is singing as Black Canary has a great voice. I dig it. Kind of makes me want to by the graphic novel. Shut up and take my money!

New Earth Black Canary (DC Comics)
As you can see, I'm bringing back Discover Monday, because my googling brings me to some pretty interesting places. Don't ask me how I found it (hint: I may have been researching the Black Canary symbol for....body modification reasons....), all you need to know is that it's awesome. But it's got me wondering why I'm drawn to Black Canary. Obviously, I like her superhero outfits. They are always unapologetically sexy. Again, here I go solidifying my "bad feminist" credentials, but I don't think there's anything wrong with dressing sexy or feminine, and being comfortable with that. If a girl wants to wear fishnets and thigh high boots, who am I to tell her she shouldn't? I'm also kind of in love with the mythology and symbolism of Black Canary, as gleaned from the comics and the TV interpretations on CW's "Arrow," which is one of my current favorite shows (even though I'm so far behind).

My Current Desktop Image (DC Bombshells by Ant Lucia)
Canaries are a symbol of joy and freedom. When they're happy, they can sing all day, spreading that happiness as they go along. I'm definitely the same way. That's how you know I'm happy, in fact - I can't stop singing. Or smiling. It's embarrassing because I look like a damn fool most of the time but - you know what - who cares? I've so rarely felt happy in my life, it's been so rife with turmoil. Still is but that's just the chaotic nature of being alive. Sometimes you have to go with it. And I make my own path. As does Black Canary. In "Arrow," Sara Lance (my favorite of the "Arrow" Canaries) gets her League of Assassins name - Ta-er al-Sahfer, which is roughly translated to "canary" in Arabic - because of the joy she brought to Nanda Parbat. When Nyssa brings her to the League, R'as al-Ghul tries to frighten her...and Sara just laughs. The sound is so pure, it just rings through that dark place. What a beautiful idea. That's the type of person I hope to be someday - someone who just brings lightness where it's needed. I could use a little bit of that. Side note: There may be a Black Canary cosplay in my future...one day. Gotta get a superhero body, first.

DC Comics actually released two short albums for Black Canary, "EP 1" and "EP 2" (so creative!) and they are both available for sale ($3.50/each) on bandcamp, if you're interested in buying. If not, you can still listen to the entire albums for free at the site. Dropping the links here:
EP 1 | https://blackcanary.bandcamp.com/album/ep-1
EP 2 | https://blackcanary.bandcamp.com/album/ep2
"Black Canary Vol 1: Kicking and Screaming" graphic novel | https://www.dccomics.com/graphic-novels/black-canary-vol-1-kicking-and-screaming

Found a sound video with my favorite song on "EP 1." Enjoy!

"Old World" Video

Saturday, June 16, 2018

"I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors)" by Auli'i Cravalho and Rachel House

::WARNING:: I am going to get kind of super-ranty because "Moana" inspires all the fucking feels. I've seen it probably a hundred times and the story still brings tears to my eyes. Luckily, my son loves the movie as much as I do. Also, there will be spoilers if you haven't seen it. ::END WARNING::

I'm not sure if y'all know much about the structure of musicals. I doubt it....no one loves musicals as much as I do. In fact, it's a point of contention in our house because The Husband fucking hates musicals. (But why?) Here's where the rant starts. There is always a theme (sometimes two or more, if there are multiple main characters, as in "The Phantom of the Opera" and "Les Miserables"), which is the underlying melody that is carried throughout the other songs and holds the score together. Some songs may differ - usually, there is a ballad and/or a villain song that, although it still uses similar musical elements, is much more powerful and the influence of the theme is less noticeable - but overall, you'll notice that the songs complement each other. This is by design. In "Moana," the theme is "How Far I'll Go," which always triggers a feeling of intense hope within me. And yes, I prefer the Auli'i Cravalho version in the movie as opposed to that crap knockoff Alessia Cara sings in the credits.

The theme shows up early in the movie, because it is usually the main character's big song. For example, "Think of Me" is Christine Daae's debut in "The Phantom of the Opera." This is true in "Moana" as well - I believe "How Far I'll Go" shows up within the first 30 minutes, if not sooner. However, there is always a point in a musical when the theme is repeated, almost note-for-note. Generally, it will have different lyrics and it might even be played in a minor key, to make it seem darker and more sad. As you may have guessed, there is a reason for this. The reprisal usually appears when all hope seems to be lost, when the main character is about to give up. This song serves as an auditory signal that the character is having (or about to have) an epiphany. They've discovered some hidden truth - sometimes it's about their quest, but usually it's a revelation about who they are - and they are ready and willing to continue the journey. To fight for their end goal. As such, reprisals tend to be pretty inspiring, like "I Am Moana."

Of course, "I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors)" inspires an even more dramatic emotional response in me than "How Far I'll Go." At this point in the movie, Moana - our heroine, if you couldn't tell - has just been abandoned by Maui and she's telling the Ocean (which is a real character in the movie) that's she's not built for her quest. She's not strong enough and that the Ocean should choose someone else - even though her island is pretty much out of time and is about to be swallowed by the darkness currently enveloping the world. But then her grandmother - the wise "village crazy lady," as she prefers to be called (a personal goal of mine...my master plan is to be the crazy old woman who lives in a cottage at the edge of a forest by the sea) and a spirit at this point, because she died right as Moana leaves on her quest - shows up and tells her that, no matter what happens, she is who she is. That's the revelation. Everything that we've learned about Moana up to this point - the pull she feels from the ocean, the wanderlust, her drive to please her family and ancestors - all of that makes her who she is and that's what makes her strong. The final lyric is her saying, point blank, no hesitation - "I Am Moana!" A battle cry, if I ever fucking heard one. Holy Self-actualization, Batman! Now if only we can all learn that lesson. I think I figured it out a while ago. My ancestors were treasure hunters and adventurers and, thus, that is who I am, too. I've tried to embrace that. It's hard sometimes....life gets in the way, doubt gets in the way. But I'm trying to be more of who I am, and that's a start. I'm including the lyrics to the final verse, because that's when I really get choked up.


Who am I?

I am the girl who loves my island
I'm the girl who loves the sea
It calls me
I am the daughter of the village chief
We are descended from voyagers
Who found their way across the world
They call me
I've delivered us to where we are
I have journeyed farther
I am everything I've learned and more
Still it calls me
And the call isn't out there at all, it's inside me
It's like the tide; always falling and rising
I will carry you here in my heart, you'll remind me
That come what may
I know the way
I am Moana!


I love "Moana" for all sorts of reasons. The animators did so much research on Polynesian culture and mythology and it shines. Every part of the story is beautiful, from Moana's journey to the legend of Maui and the return of Te Fiti's heart. In fact, I would argue that Te Fiti's revitalization is one of the greatest transformations in film history. Go ahead....Fight me. Also, it should be known that I have often imagined that - if I became magical, for some reason - making flowers pop up wherever I walked would be one of my "powers." I know that's probably a pretty useless gift, but I still think that would be amazing. Yeah, my brain goes weird places.

Anyway, I've been playing with the idea of making a collage for my desk at work - I know....so craftsy! - centered around the following quote: "Well-behaved women rarely make history." It would just be a collection of pictures of women - fictional and real - whom I admire. Moana would be featured, of course. Black Canary, who is my favorite superhero of all time - mostly because the original BC dressed like a punk street walker and could take down bad guys just by screaming. Agent Peggy Carter, my Marvel spirit/style/career guide. Scarlet Witch, who has experienced so much pain but still loves with her whole heart. Josephine "Josie" Marcus, of Tombstone fame. Stevie Nicks, obviously. I should get working on that....it sounds awesome.

Sorry for the lengthy rant but I did try to intersperse some knowledge so that it wasn't all completely pointless rambling. Video below.

"I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors)" Video




Tuesday, June 12, 2018

"There She Goes" by Sixpence None the Richer

Ever since I searched for that LFO video, YouTube thinks I must be nostalgic for the 90s (which I am....always). And for some reason in particular, it feels like I should be listening to Sixpence None the Richer, which I don't honestly hear too often. I like them, I just didn't like them enough to buy an entire album. Of course, every girl loves "Kiss Me." In fact, that could've been the Song du Jour....but I didn't feel like going back to prom today.

Instead, I've chosen the only other song Sixpence is known for, which is their cover of "There She Goes." This song was originally written by UK punk band, The La's. According to Wikipedia, this song is either about "heroin or just unrequited love." Just unrequited love?! Like it's some trivial thing, not that some guy is dying inside over a girl? Which, I would like to say, I'm actually really happy that they didn't change the lyrics just because Leigh Nash was singing it. Because girls can have unrequited crushes on other girls, too. Also looking at Wikipedia, apparently Sixpence None the Richer is from New Braunfels, TX, which isn't too far from here. That's my surprising fact for the day.

I really like the video....mostly because Adam Goldberg is in it (I have a thing for scruffy Jewish-looking guys....I don't know what the politically correct way to say that is). I don't know why, but I always thought his psycho roommate character on "Friends" - Eddie Menuek - was kinda hot, in a slightly scary way. It's not even that interesting a video - it's just Goldberg chasing after some beautiful mystery girl while Leigh sings about it and does that sweet, seductive thing with her eyes. It has a good color palette - mostly gray tones so that Leigh's red lipstick and blue eyes really stand out. You know...now that I'm listening to the lyrics....maybe it is about heroin addiction? "There she goes / There she goes again / And I just can't contain / This feeling that remains...." When I was younger, I thought that last lyric was " I just can't contain / This feeling that we made," which explains why I would think it was a love song, not just another drug-addled song of longing and pain. Which it absolutely is.

Including both versions of the song, for your musical education. The Sixpence version is pretty true to the original, it just sounds different (purer? more ethereal?) with a female voice.

Sixpence None the Richer Version


The La's Version


Monday, June 11, 2018

Semi-Charmed Life: or When Radio/Video Edits are Dumb and Screw the Message

Sometimes, Youtube decides I am in a nostalgic mood. Usually, Youtube is correct. Big Data (the computer concept, not the artist - he makes good stuff) is scary guys.

Youtube decided I should listen to Third Eye Blind's "Semi-Charmed Life." So, I did because I am a piece of elder Millennial trash that would do anything to capture the feeling of the prelapsarian age before 9/11 (note to self- future topic: 9/11, impact on pop-culture never mind everyone with a Medium has written that piece). As the cheery pop hook filled the bedroom I've spent most of my time in on my abbreviated summer break I heard the infamous "wighsash." For those of you not old enough to remember what I'm calling the "wighsah" (technical term, I asked people) was all the rage in the late 90's for censoring radio edits - take your bad word and reverse it! If you're lucky and it's like the word "shit" you end up with "ish" and create an entirely new pop-cultural shorthand that means exactly the same thing but gets past the FCC's naughty word detector despite the fact that the definitions and general offensive connotations are the same!

So, dear reader, why am I writing about a song that's twenty years old and how does it relate to censorship? You're wondering, "Why are you so mad they censored a word? Are you mad it was the radio edit?" No, and you should feel bad for thinking that. Let's start drilling down shall we? Here is a selection of lines that are not altered in any way in the radio edit of Semi-Charmed Life:

"She comes 'round and she goes down on me"

"And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse / chop another line like a coda with a curse"

"The sky was gold, it was rose / I was taking sips of it through my nose"

"It won't stop / I won't come down, I keep stock / with a tick-tock rhythm and a bump for the drop
And then I bumped up / I took the hit that I was given / Then I bumped again / Then I bumped again"

"How do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you?"

"The days you were wearing that velvet dress / you're the priestess I must confess 
those little red panties they pass the test / slide up around the belly face-down on the mattress"

So dayum! This song is rife with explicit references to drug use and is rather sexually explicit even in the radio edit. Hell, that last one gives me the fucking vapors! After typing it I had to go lay on a fainting couch and fan myself lest I get too excited. So what IS censored in this sexually explicit song that frankly discusses drug use?

"Doing crystal meth will lift you up until you break"

"Now you hold me / and we're broken / Still it's all I want to do
Feel myself with a head made of the ground / I'm scared but I'm not coming down
And I won't run for my life / She's got her jaws just locked now in smile
But nothing is alright / All right"

This censorship deeply harms the message of the song. It's pretty common knowledge that Semi-Charmed life is a song about the dangers of crystal meth addiction hidden under a pop veneer. The pop hook helps create the sense of disconnection that the drug itself creates; it makes you feel great even though your life is falling apart around you. With this form of art there's always the chance of it being misinterpreted. Clearly, somebody with power decided that saying the magic words "crystal meth" would create an impression in the listener the message of the song was "crystal meth is fucking awesome and everyone should do it." That person was a fucking idiot. They censored the only explicit mention of the drug in the only instance it appears in a line that is about as anti-crystal meth as it gets outside of those stupid "this is your brain on drugs" PSAs. They further compound this problem by removing an entire sequence of lines that, again, explicitly are anti-drug, describing in detail how the drug gets its teeth into you and takes over your thoughts; how it's possible to be afraid of what's happening to you but more afraid of quitting and coming down.

The radio edit clearly undermines the message of the song. I also know you've read this article before - but this was the best one.

::JESS'S TWO CENTS:: I fucking hate radio edits as well. Mostly because the things that are censored or removed aren't as bad as you'd think. For example, the word "whore" in Everlast's "What It's Like," which is simply describing the extreme level of hate a poor girl is receiving for getting an abortion. They also censor "sex" in "The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars (fucking Bruno Mars, for chrissakes!) - "Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some p90x/Meet a really nice girl have some really nice sex." I don't see anything wrong with that, especially considering that in the first verse, he alludes to masturbating and nothing in that verse is censored. But the thing that bugs me the most, I think - and this really deserves a post all its own - is when they remove rap/reggae interludes from songs for no reason. I never heard this happen until I moved to San Antonio but the pop stations will only play the versions with the rap breaks removed. It was most noticeable to me when hearing Katy Perry's "Dark Horse" and No Doubt's "Underneath It All." Because....why? There is nothing bad in either of the breaks for those two songs so, in my head, there's really only one reason for it: racism. As I said, that topic needs a post of its own, because I could point out a dozen songs off the top of my head where they do that when it's unnecessary and, quite frankly, ruins the song. There's a reason these artists chose to collaborate, and removing essential parts changes the entire tone of the song. Okay, sure, "whigsash" a cuss word or two, or even remove them altogether ("you're so very special"....rolling my eyes so hard), but don't remove entire verses just because it incorporates a musical genre or artist that society isn't comfortable with.  ::END::

Saturday, June 9, 2018

"Closer" by Nine Inch Nails (His Perspective)

Allow me to present my favorite song to blast at red lights. Double points if you make eye contact with the driver next to you while belting out the chorus. I've dubbed this "His" perspective, because it's a little less complicated and nuanced. A bit rougher, a bit more blunt in its honesty. Trent Reznor gets straight to the point, which is that he wants to have sex with whoever he's singing about. Definitely rough sex, too. That's not to say it isn't deep. There's obviously a need there that has to be filled. For example, the second verse ends with "You make me perfect/Help me become somebody else." Woah! Clearly, he's getting a lot more out of sex than you'd think....but doesn't everybody. That's why it's pretty great. I'm going to stop there before this becomes X-rated.

To be honest, when I hear "Closer," I think of "Project Runway" and Santino Rice. More specifically, "Project Runway: The Musical," which made the rounds on MySpace when YouTube and fan montage videos were a relatively novel idea. In the video, Santino - one of the designer contestants - is making fun of Andre (another designer) by saying the lyrics to "Closer" in a mock Tim Gunn-voice. It's actually kind of mean. He had this whole story, that Tim Gunn and Andre were dating and argued at Red Lobster. That was my big problem with Santino - he was always such an asshole when it wasn't necessary. Tim Gunn is just about my favorite person in the fashion industry and he dealt with a lot of bullying as a kid. True, it was funny and good TV, and luckily Tim Gunn was super cool about it, but still, Santino's a dick. And no, I don't believe that line that he was "doing it out of love." If that were true, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed that Tim found out about it. Anyway, it was fucking difficult to find that clip because it's so old. Therefore, I'm posting it out of nostalgia.

Back to "Closer"....the video is kind of weird but it's Nine Inch Nails, so that's okay. Expected, even. They were being purposefully creepy and that's always the best. Like "American Horror Story." Some nudity but not overly done. The video is more about inferences to sex, dancing around the topic, rather than outright being sexy. And maybe that's a good thing, since the lyrics cut right through the bullshit. Again, I'm thinking of this song as the thoughts in someone's head, so the video is more like a metaphor. He's ready to go but he doesn't want to be so fucking obvious about it. Oh. My. God. Did I just figure something out?!!!?1?!! Let's just say I did. I'm not a philosopher or a music theorist, and I make no promises that this is the correct interpretation of the song.

"Closer" Video



Santino Imitating Tim Gunn




"Untouched" by The Veronicas (Her Perspective)

Yesterday was super heavy so we're gonna have some fun today.....Happy National Fuck Day! Thanks to the expert googling of a friend, I now know that June 6th is the designated day to celebrate fucking...you can figure out why that date is just perfect. It took me a minute but now I can't unlearn it. According to the Interwebs, National Fuck Day is where people celebrate by having a lot of sex, possibly with multiple partners (if that's your thing). Not sure anyone actually celebrates like this but I hope they do. I didn't know about it until a couple of weeks ago so I'll be busy buying a cake. From a gay baker. Because fuck the Supreme Court.

I had two songs in mind for today and I couldn't choose so there's going to be a Song du Jour and a Song de la Nuit. For the morning, we're going to get the girly bullshit out of the way and then we'll get into the hardcore stuff before I go to sleep. I'm doing it like a His/Her perspective, so in theory, this is what a girl/woman/lady is thinking when she is into a guy/man/gentleman. I don't know what the politically correct terms are for the genders anymore.....I'm sorry. I'm sure these songs are neutral and reflect what anyone is thinking when they want to have sex with someone, no matter what their orientation/gender. Man, that took a left turn....Have you heard "Untouched" by the Veronicas?

I like the Veronicas, I just haven't bought many of their songs. In fact, I think the only one I own is "Untouched" and that's because my mind is in the gutter most of the time. I enjoy this song for several reasons:

  1. The lyrics accurately describe what if feels like when someone has gotten under your skin. In a good way. 
  2. It incorporates violins and I love violin music. They always sound so beautiful and sad and desperate. And when you combine that with a powerful rock song, it's like magic. 
  3. It's catchy. 
  4. The video is pretty funny. The Veronicas are twins and they're at a fancy party where they both attract the attention of the same guy (he has a type). The guy, although quite handsome (in an emo sort of way), is a dumbass. Seriously?! I know the differences are tiny but they do have certain quirks that you can use to tell them apart if you're paying attention, especially if you like one of them. I am rolling my eyes so hard, you don't even know....But the video ends with them being all "Fuck you! Sistahs before Mistahs, bitch!" which is really the only acceptable ending. Sorry for my sassy commentary....I woke up feisty.
  5. I seriously didn't mind listening to it like 10 times while I wrote this post. I always listen to the song of the day on repeat while I'm writing. Partially, it's to get the damn thing out of my head. But mostly, it's so I can accurately capture my thoughts and feelings on the song. That's my method. Live it, Learn it, Love it.



Friday, June 8, 2018

"Headfirst for Halos" by My Chemical Romance

::DISCLAIMER:: I am going to get super personal. This post is about suicidal thoughts....and how they are temporary. I promise. ::END DISCLAIMER::

As you may already know, Anthony Bourdain died today. I was a little more upset than I realized I would be. I love his writing. Sure, it was a tad melodramatic and he used way too many adjectives, but it sounded good. He had what I would consider my "dream job," which is traveling all over the place, eating amazing (and not-so-amazing) food, hanging out with a zillion interesting people, and writing about it all. A professional adventurer, of sorts. That's the thing. You can look like a million bucks and seem like you're having a great time but still feel like you're dying inside. And that's okay....because, trust me, it gets better.

With all the high profile suicides happening, I want to talk to you, dear reader, who may not feel as important as the rock stars and fashion designers and chefs on the news, but you are. Absolutely, without a doubt, you are. Here comes the personal part (which is kind of scary to share but no one reads this stupid blog so fuck it) - I tried to drown myself when I was 15. Sure....kind of an ineffective method since I'm an excellent swimmer. But the water was close to freezing because it was January and after I jumped, I just sank. The water was so cold, my muscles seized up so when I realized I didn't really want to die, I had to fight to get to the surface because my body and my clothes and my heart felt like lead. But I lived and that's the last time I honestly tried. I was lucky but other methods are much more permanent. And a lot more painful and difficult to come back from if you change your mind at the last second. I'm not saying I haven't been self-destructive since that incident. I had to go through years of Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (through the free resources at my university), which helped me recover from my eating disorder and the dark thoughts I had from time to time. And when I was in school for Psychology, I tried to use my experience to help others suffering from similar problems. I'm very proud to say that I've prevented a few people from killing themselves, at least during that particular moment. It's draining but it's worth it.

In suicide prevention training, they told me not to tell the person to think of the lives they'll leave behind. You know why? Because you should be living for yourself, not anyone else. You deserve to be happy and that's not selfish. It may take some time to figure out your reason to live - and maybe it is for the people in your life. My son is the number one reason why I don't even consider it anymore. Because I love him and I want to be with him for as long as I can. But that may not be true for you and that's okay. It's okay to just exist for a while and to take some alone time. And it's absolutely okay to talk about it and get help. That's the most important thing. Tell someone, like me or your mom or your best friend or a therapist, because they care. I care....I really do. Probably too much, but I do. And I hope sharing my story helps someone out there.

If you are considering suicide, stop and call someone. Like the National Suicide Prevention Hotline  - 1-800-273-8255, URL: https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/. They are available 24/7 and you can even chat with someone online now, if phone calls make you anxious (I used to get really anxious before calling someone....still do sometimes, but not as bad). You're not alone.

Okay, now that the serious part is over, I want to share a song that I listened to a lot when I was down. It's chipper but it's dark. Like Gerard Way could read my brain when he was writing it. The song reminds me of Peter Pan, because the end is just him repeating the phrase "Think Happy Thoughts" over and over and over. And that helped. It really did. Like a mantra, of sorts. The song is about Gerard Way's struggles with bipolar disorder. I don't have bipolar disorder but I can relate. Geez, I forgot how much I loved MCR - I'm going to re-discover all their music now. The video is just the song with the album artwork.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

"Girl on TV" by LFO

Welcome to Song du Jour, Throwback Thursday Edition! And, Baby Girl, you're in for a treat. Why am I talking like this? Because we're doing this 90s style with arguably the hottest (attractiveness-wise, not popularity-wise) boy band from back in the day. Let's face it - The Backstreet Boys were baby-faced and boring. And N'Sync...well, there was Justin and then there was the rest of them. And I don't find Justin Timberlake particularly attractive....

Did you know that LFO stands for Lyte Funkie Ones? Somehow, that escaped my pre-teen brain, because I didn't. Kind of glad I didn't know that. As far as band names go, that one kind of sucks so it was probably a good thing everyone remembers them as LFO. LFO was almost a one hit wonder, with "Summer Girls." You remember how it goes...."I like girls that/Wear Abercrombie & Fitch/I'd take her if I had one wish/But she's been gone since that summer/Since that summer." Yes sir, they were masters of the instantly-dated-pop-culture reference. In fact, I'm pretty sure they were entirely responsible for all of A&F's profits during Summer 1999 (none of which came from me....I've always been more of a Hot Topic person). "Girl on TV" is no different....as you recall, there is a rap break that refers to "Scooby snacks" and obviously, the girl in the green dress is like Scarlett O'Hara, the most famously beautiful green-dress-aficionado in all of film history. And let's not forget the ultimate 90s queen - Jennifer Love Hewitt - who stars in the video! Isn't she great folks? No, seriously....Have you seen "The Client List?" Okay, to be fair, I only have a vague idea what it's about but I'm intrigued....

As I've said before, I'm a sucker for a love story, even cheesy ones. Fuck....especially cheesy ones, like the one described in "Girl on TV." So, Lover Boy seems pretty sincere but he keeps referring to her as the "girl on TV," as if that's her only identity. Does she have a name? Cassidy? Roma? Liz? No, you'll never know, because he's already put her on a pedestal. Comparing her to Bette Davis and shit, saying she's from the City of Angels (again, another pop culture reference). Yes, I know that's a nickname for Los Angeles - Have you ever been to LA? It's not that great. But still....the fact that he wants to be there when she's "down and out" is sweet. And calling her up just to make her laugh is something every girl wants. True story, straight from the horse's mouth. More cheesy 90s goodness can be found in the video below.




Tuesday, June 5, 2018

"I'm Only Joking" by KONGOS

Y'all remember "Hemlock Grove," right? No? That's because "Hemlock Grove" was a shitty TV series and there's a reason why Netflix only let it film three seasons. Which was two seasons too long, by the way. I watched the first season, because it was an intriguing concept. A vampire and a werewolf are best friends? I'm there! But only because I have no self control when it comes to paranormal dramas. I even kept watching "Supernatural" after season 5, even though that was where the original writers intended to end the series....you know, before the producers realized that they could really rake it in by keeping it going forever. I'm serious...For. Fucking. Ever. "Supernatural" is on like season 14, which is way longer than most TV shows normally last. Anyway, even though most paranormal TV shows can be pretty lame, they usually have one thing in common....a killer soundtrack. I was constantly grabbing Shazam when I was watching "Hemlock Grove." KONGOS was one of the bands I was instantly drawn to when I found them.

Story from today - I got caught up in a conversation with some coworkers and we ended up talking about some bizarre things. Like ghosts and the world ending and other stuff, because that's where the discussion ended up going for whatever reason. It was natural, I swear. Then, someone from the peanut gallery shouted "Really fucking cheerful conversation going on over there!" (I added the f-word for color....) And the conversation died and we all wandered off, because we were all embarrassed for some reason. That's basically what "I'm Only Joking" is about. Wanting to talk about weird and creepy shit with people but then feeling like you have to cover it up as not being very serious (when it is sometimes). My filter is really careful about who I bring up certain topics with, because you never know who will show up with pitchforks at your front door. That reminds me of "The Cut-Wife" episode of "Penny Dreadful," which was super sad and I do not care to go into it right now. I don't think I've ever felt so despondent after watching an episode of something like I did when I watched the ending of "The Cut-Wife." Man, that's such an unbelievably good show, which surprised me because Josh Hartnett is a main character. But it works. You just have to trust me.

Anyway, I love "I'm Only Joking" because it sounds spooky and the lyrics are all mystical and dark....until the chorus, where it gets all chipper and the singer is trying to convince you that he just read all that crazy stuff somewhere. Perhaps in a book? Stranger things have happened...He's just fucking with you! Why so serious?! But is he really just messing with you? Probably not, but you'll accept that explanation because you want to. My favorite lyrics are in the second verse: "The Earth is alive/And Man is a parasite/And heavenly bodies make us fight." I love KONGOS' use of percussion and the incorporation of the accordion, which makes the song sound vaguely Cajun. In fact, you might even think the band hails from Louisiana just listening to their musical profile (I would consider it kind of like a darker Cowboy Mouth) but they're from South Africa. They have quite a few good songs and I highly recommend checking out their "Lunatic" album, if you have a chance. The video for "I'm Only Joking" depicts a boring guy walking into the kind of party I could see myself at.....you'll see what I mean.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Saul Williams: The Best Artist You're Not Listening To

::NOTE:: This is an Adam's Rant. I made minor grammatical changes but I stayed true to his original essay in regards to content and formatting because it was that good when I first read it. Made me kinda jealous. I'd hate him if I thought jealousy was a good reason to hate somebody. Ladies, he's single and studying to be a doctor - get at him! ::END NOTE::

::ADAM'S DISCLOSURE:: 
Upfront disclosure of political bias: Like most people I have a certain political viewpoint. Saul Williams is inherently political by his own choice and design. Therefore, it is not possible to discuss Saul Williams without discussing some political aspects of his work. So, this essay is not making any pretense of neutrality or being unbiased. However, even if you are a Trump supporter, please give Saul Williams’ art a chance or at least listen to his ideas on media consumption and the effect it has on us. Think of it as doing me a favor for being honest with you about my political bias.  ::END::

"Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was rappin’
Motherfucker if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
Y’all priorities are fucked up, put energy in wrong shit”
-  Kendrick Lamar, “Hood Politics,” To Pimp a Butterfly

In “Hood Politics,” Kendrick Lamar presents himself as a person who doesn’t feel that rap beef and rap politics is important because the Earthly reality of growing up in Compton viscerally demonstrated the comparative vapidity and meaninglessness of it. The reality of his upbringing, his story, is more important than attacking other emcees. However, with the above line he is drawing a distinction - rap politics is bullshit but political rap is not. With these words he excoriates critics claiming a lyrical and meaningful decline in rap music while Killer Mike is consistently releasing dense, meaningful, politically charged tracks both as a solo artist (“Reagan”) and as part of the duo Run the Jewels (“Report to Shareholders” is a personal favorite). While Killer Mike’s political chops both inside and outside the arena of music are unassailable, I come today to say that Saul Williams is the purest embodiment of Kendrick’s point and he’s the best artist you’re not listening to.

“Sing along when Niggy sings
Without you he'd be worthless, homeless, Earth-less

Venus Hottentot, up in the circus freakshow
hear him speak so properly, cause every word is measured against meaning
-Saul Williams, “Niggy Tardust,” The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of Niggy Tardust

I first heard the name Saul Williams through his collaboration with Trent Reznor, which was entitled "The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of Niggy Tardust." It is also known as “that album title you can’t say aloud in polite company because nobody has ever heard of it.” The album was released on November 1, 2007 and I was 20 years old at the time. Ironically, I heard of it because Trent Reznor praised a music sharing torrent site we had both apparently been a member of and he discussed the project in an interview I was sent by my brother and my curiosity was piqued. When listening to it, I wish I could tell you that I had a revelatory experience, that the album changed my life. I wish I could tell you that 20-year-old Adam was smart enough, had the context and desire to understand the allegory and wisdom that had just been sonically dropped on him from the mind of Saul Williams. I wish I could, but I can’t because I didn’t. Instead, what I heard was a simple story, a clear and unashamed homage to David Bowie’s excellent Ziggy Stardust character and albums. What I didn’t hear due to the ignorance of youth was the social commentary that weaved effortlessly through the music like poetry. I would not understand beyond a surface level for another five years. Lines like the above are simple enough to get, ignoring the Venus Hottentot reference for the moment, Saul is using the character to comment on fame, much like David Bowie used the character of Ziggy Stardust to create an act of apotheosis into a rock star. However, five years later I knew who Venus Hottentot was and I realized Niggy Tardust was about the nature of celebrity through the lens of race.

Hottentot Venus was the freakshow attraction given to at least two known African women who were toured throughout Europe in the 19th century. The best known of these two women was Sarah Baartman. She was brought to England by the free black man Hendrik Ceasars and the English doctor, William Dunlop. She was forced to perform in freakshows, specifically displayed for her exaggerated sexual characteristics and differences to European women. Saul Williams was not trying to be obtuse with his meaning. The references to Sarah Baartmann’s stage name and the freakshow were clear as day even when I was 20. I just didn’t know about the horror of the Hottentot Venus and I didn’t bother to look it up. I, unknowingly, had allowed my intellectual curiosity to lapse around age 20 and it took a few years to return. When I listened to the album again five years later I saw a new world of political and racial allegory I had not seen before because I was willfully blind. "Niggy Tardust" was not a meditation on the effects of fame, it was a frank and open calling out of the entertainment industry through the lens of a black man. It stood and at every moment it declared “This is a minstrel show.” Revisiting the album after all this time was an enlightening and embarrassing experience. The song, “Reparations” was always there and it loudly declares with a Trent Reznor produced industrial backbone: “Call the police! / I’m strapped to the teeth, and liable to disregard your every belief / Call on the law! / I’m fixin’ to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl / Call’em now! Cause it’s about to go pow! / I’m standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs / Call up a truce! / Cause I’m about to break loose / Protect ya neck, cause, son I’m breaking out of my noose.” Saul Williams was not being subtle, he was hiding in plain sight. There’s an expression in magic - “If you want to hide something, paint it red.” Using the framing device of "Niggy Tardust," Saul Williams took his ideas on race and fame and painted them red. He made them socially acceptable by creating a “character” when the reality was Saul Williams was playing himself all along.

“My perspective on pop culture and how it may or may not dominate ‘news’ issues- usually the way I think it’s most fitting to address that is to address artists. If, in fact, it is a matter of what’s popular, I mean that’s what pop culture is it’s just what’s popular, then our artists should be more strategic. Our artists need to be more exposed, more educated, thinking more strategically about ‘Oh, okay, how can I bring this issue to the forefront…’”
-Saul Williams, Interview

Saul Williams is not a rapper. I have called him an artist consistently for a reason. The aforementioned poetic nature and weave of "Niggy Tardust" is because, before it was an album, much of "Niggy Tardust" was a book of poetry called The Dead Emcee Scrolls: The Lost Teachings of Hip-Hop. The reason Saul Williams doesn’t occupy the same pop-cultural cache as Killer Mike is not because of a lack of talent; it’s because he is always an artist and a poet first and a rapper second. Every album he has ever made has been associated with a book of poetry. This, combined with other ventures such as acting on stage, leads to long gaps between the few albums Saul Williams does release. From 2007 to 2011 Saul Williams didn’t release a single album, he had a break between 2011 and 2016. The truth is Saul Williams is a hard artist to keep up with. This piece isn’t a hipster tale of how I kept up with him, because I didn’t. Saul Williams is a man who doesn’t release an album unless he has something he wants to say to a lot of people. The above quote from an interview with 24/7 Hip-Hop is clearly a personal mantra and mission statement. Saul Williams released Niggy Tardust with Trent Reznor because he knew the collaboration would inspire people to listen to it and his message. Saul Williams, perhaps more than any artist ever, understands that silence (the sonic equivalent of negative space) creates a framing for the use of sound. The silence amplifies the voice and makes it louder in comparison and through the framing of silence the impact of messages is stronger. When someone speaks quietly or not at all, and then speaks with great passion and knowledge about something, it inspires the listener. It demands attention and receives it.

“The message of entrepreneurialship is about what? Keep your heart out of it, streamline it’s what Jay-Z says ‘I dumbed down my lyrics and doubled my sales.’ …Is that selling out?  Yes, I would say, unless, I mean because it’s also the role of a poet to streamline ideas, right? Streamlining is not dumbing down. Streamlining is taking the essence of one idea, the essence of another and another, and getting rid of all the unnecessary fat in terms of wordage so it ends up being something really impactful… We’re capable of taking in a lot. Me? I’m frustrated by any executive or any artist who underestimates the intelligence of the audience instead of feeding that intelligence, because what it does because it warps our idea of what entertainment is or what it’s supposed to be.”
-Saul Williams, Interview

“Trump is not shocking to me…. When you equate entertainment with escapism, what the fuck does that mean for Bob Marley? What the fuck does that mean for Nina Simone, or Fela Kuti, or Jim Morrison, or The Beatles, Bob Dylan? These cats weren’t trying to escape the culture, they were digging in to what was happening in the culture, they were saying ‘look at what the fuck [is going on]!’ These are people who were counter-cultural, questioning authority, questioning what’s going on. Whereas, now, we have a pop culture that’s centered around rooting for the winner… If you look at the Meek Mill and Drake situation people are like ‘I want the guy who’s winning to win.’ Not the guy who comes from the actual fucked up situation, who might have something to say. ‘Nah, I want the guy who’s winning to win.’”
-Saul Williams, Interview

So, I’ve gone on for about 1600 words now about why Saul Williams is great, and if you’ve made it this far, I commend you. I want to close on these two thoughts because more than any song he’s ever wrote, more than any poem he’s wrote, they demonstrate something: Saul Williams wants you to understand him. I’ve written about my inability to understand when I was younger but that wasn’t Saul’s fault. I fell into the trap of not being curious, not educating myself more. Unlike many artists, Saul Williams doesn’t shy away from telling you exactly what his art means because, as he said, the job of a poet is to streamline. He believes in the intelligence of the audience and believes we should be challenged. He believes ignorance is the root of our ills, and education and exposure to ideas and people are the panacea. In the song “Burundi” off the 2016 album "Martyr Loser King," the lines “Factories in China, coltan from the Congo / Smuggled to Burundi hidden in a bongo…” These aren’t merely transitional lines, it is a flat statement of provenance regarding the technology we use everyday such as smartphones. Coltan is a mineral that contains high amounts of the element tantalum. Tantalum is an excellent material for the creation of high energy density capacitors used in devices like smartphones, produced in China by people working long hours for depressed wages. Burundi officially denies having a coltan industry and declares no coltan deposits; however, it has been implicated numerous times by the UN in the smuggling of Congolese Coltan, which is mined by slave labor under the whip of warlords. Saul Williams discusses many topics on the album "Martyr Loser King" but this, to me, is the most impactful. He is unashamedly stating a fact that many are unwilling to accept. Not only is suffering required in the assembly of our iPhones, they are built with blood minerals. Saul Williams isn’t hiding this in metaphor or abstract allegory, he is stating the plain fact for us all to hear.

Saul Williams is the artist you’re not listening to, but you should. I don’t mean that you should listen to him because his music is great, but because he is a man who has something to say. Listening to simply his music would do him, his message, and yourself, a great injustice. His speech is a powerful, finely honed and targeted weapon. His words combine the speaking ability and inherent poetry of Maya Angelou with truly inspiring ideas and a message of self-education leading to self-empowerment. He criticizes media harshly for being a distraction (earlier and to a much greater degree than Childish Gambino in ‘This is America’) but he doesn’t condemn the watcher. He asks the watcher to look at the media they consume and be skeptical about its effect on the world and themselves. I love Saul Williams, and if I were to somehow Forrest Gump my way into the presidency, I would beg him to be my Poet Laureate. I believe, personally, he is one of the best American Poets of my lifetime. I’m glad I was able to share him today.

If you have an hour, listen to him at Google:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhDoD6xUxsw

Saturday, June 2, 2018

"Whore" by In This Moment

::WARNING:: I'm about to get on my soapbox and share some unpopular opinions. I'm sure I'm going to be labeled a "bad feminist" but whatever. I have a really strong internal sense of justice (as all Gryffindors do) and, quite frankly, I don't care what you think of me. ::END WARNING::

Today is International Sex Workers Day (or International Whores Day, if you prefer that better) and, you may be surprised to find out, I have some strong thoughts on sex workers' rights. Here comes that unpopular opinion I warned about - the Nordic Model, i.e., punishing the sex worker clients rather than sex workers, is bad for sex workers. You know how I know? Because I actually listen to what sex workers think about the various "solutions" for making sex work safer. Now you may be wondering -- well, why? Have you ever been a sex worker? No. I don't have to know what it's like to care what happens to these men and women when Congress passes bad policy. Because they're human beings who deserve love and empathy and understanding, just like everyone else. They are, in large part, people of color and members of the LGBTQ community and seem to be everyone's favorite punching bag until they get caught having an affair with a hated politician. And today, they are out protesting the passage of SESTA/FOSTA and you should know why.

SESTA (Stop Enabling Sex Traffickers Act) and FOSTA (Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act) do many things but most notably, they hold online platforms accountable for what users say and do on their websites. Now, that doesn't sound so bad but it ignores one crucial fact - the internet has made sex work significantly safer within recent years. More sex workers have been able to turn to independent work rather than relying on brothels or pimps, they're better able to screen clients prior to meeting them, and they can readily share information about potentially dangerous clients so others (especially younger, inexperienced sex workers) know who they should avoid. It also gives them the ability to do remote sex work (through Skype and video/photo sharing) and avoid dangerous situations altogether, if they so choose. SESTA/FOSTA destroys that safety net.

In addition to SESTA/FOSTA, mainstream feminists keep pushing to enact the Nordic Model in the United States. Here's the thing with the Nordic Model - if you punish sex worker clients, then the only clients who sex workers will be able to find will be the ones who don't care about performing criminal acts, i.e., people who are more prone to violence. It assumes that all sex workers are victims and, I'm sorry, that is the most un-feminist thing I've ever heard. Here's another unpopular opinion: For men and women who don't like sex work and want to get out, we should absolutely help them get out and give them options for pursuing their best life. But for those who enjoy it (and some of them do), then we need to ensure that they are safe while they are working in their chosen profession. SESTA and FOSTA are going to (and probably already do) have measurable, statistically significant body counts. And I don't know about you, but I am NOT okay with that. I am not okay with sacrificing marginalized men and women on the altar of Decency. I have a lot more to say because I get mad about how people don't think about the consequences when it doesn't affect them. But this isn't about me and I've shared the information sex workers want - need - you to understand for today.

Onto the video....I've been listening to a lot of In This Moment because Maria Brink always acts super witchy and I love it. When I first saw this video, I was kind of uncomfortable letting my son watch it (and he actually really likes this song....he's weird) because the video seems so sexy. But I wasn't listening to what she was saying - that men (and women) judge her for how she looks, paint her as a whore, even though she's successful and in charge of her life. Which, admittedly, was exactly what I was doing. In the video, she's actually more covered up than Taylor Swift is in most of her videos, she just happens to have a more curvy body type. I really do try not to do that to other women - not to objectify them - but I'm really bad at doing it to myself. I always second guess myself when choosing clothes because I'm afraid (because of my natural body shape) people might think I look slutty. Even when I feel like I look really nice, I feel self-conscious. But it doesn't really matter what I wear, because some people are going to give me dirty looks anyway. However, I'm pretty sure the video is meant to be sort of lascivious - an attractive vampire (erm...hot, tattoo'd goth guy) walks into what is essentially a sex club and Maria "performs" for him. That's pretty obvious so you've been warned.