By Adela Toplean | March 4, 2010 - 1:56 pm - Posted in life 'n art

Somebody told me it’s hard, if not impossible, to find a woman to sing about nowadays. I believed him.

It may sound politically incorrect, but there is a price to pay for the blossoming equality between genders:  popular music has become free of great sung-about female figures. The dominant “pop narratives” about ladies are either way beyond the norm (that is excessively – and impersonally – sexual), or way beyond the limit of any listener’s patience (that is,  not only boring, but also…external to the referent).

Where is crazy, money-less, messy-haired Rosemary and where is Queen Bitch who can always do it if she says she can do it? Where have all the Chelsea girls gone and what happened to the ladies of the road? And why not let  Her Majesty remain silent since she doesn’t have a lot to say anyway?

Too little brain, too little heart and too little grace involved in today’s popular music business. And too little charm in the woman a guy gets to sing about. Nonsensical feminist demands scare his – however feeble – imagination away; no wonder his riffs get fleshy, voice gets smutty, lines get empty, tunes get cheesy; while the Muse herself gets destructively talkative. When she has too much to say, he’s left too little to sing about.
The last woman worth mentioning in a song must have been Lola.

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  1. March 5, 2010 @ 7:57 am


    great songs!!! You forgot about Cohen…And Dylan… They were very good with female figures.

    Posted by Marcus

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