Monday, August 24, 2009

Sexilicious.

Women. Can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em. Right? Well, Tom Arnold said that, so it must be true (See True Romance. That movie with Arnold Schwartzenegger). Just kidding.

Lemme start over again.

Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them. Certainly the cliché that rules the American social structure. Mostly just my life. Well, it's more like 'Women, can't get them to love me, love every one of them'. Or something like that. Anyways, I digress. The music industry idolizes women in the startlet scene. Brittney, Christina, Janis, Stevie (Nicks, not Wonder, I know the difference, jerks), Grace, Ronnie (Spector), Diana, Janet (Jackson), etc. I don't know about you, but when I hear Diana Ross or Ronnie Spector or any of your various female vocalists of years gone by, I can't help but love everything about their vocal preformances. There's just something beautiful about it. And about them. In fact, the only one of those women I named above I've never been attracted to was Janis Joplin, but that may be because I really don't like her singing voice or her looks, but, this isn't about that. Okay, I lied. I never thought Brittney or Christina where that attractive either; nor Madonna. But whatever.

There's just something so tender about them and that something I can't help but fall in love with. Perhaps it's their natural haunting voice that woos me into submission, or perhaps the eyes they tote with that voice. Pure and beautiful. Maybe. Who knows, I've never met them and most of them I never will. But take someone a bit more contemporary and relevant to my audience (If I even have an audience for this stupid thing). Jenny Lewis. Zooey Deschanell. Natasha Kahn. Laura Marling. Gillian Welch. Lilly Allen. Kate Nash. Florence Welch. The latter of those names is probably lesser known, but, trust me, you'll want to check her out.

Let me begin by saying, I am completely and totally in love with Jenny Lewis. I don't really care if she's almost 10 years older than I. She's gorgeous. And she has one of the best voices in whatever the fuck scene you want to lump her solo work and Rilo Kiley in. I'm also totally in love with Zooey Deschanell. For the same reason. She & Him, her album with indie folk superstar M. Ward, is probably in my top 15 records of all time and one of my favorite of 2008. These two women, in particular, have everything that Ronnie and Diana had. They're gorgeous. They're on the cusp of your favorite fashion. They are your, well, my, pop culture. They are everything I love about music. They have beautifully crafted lyrics and perfectly written melodies. I remember when I saw Jenny Lewis, I had such a mind blowing time I never thought I'd be able to go to another show again (I did. Don't worry). Natasha Kahn, aka Bat For Lashes, is perfect elecro-new-wave brit pop for 2008 plus glitter. Her vocal rage is amazing and the music does nothing but compliment her arrangement. Kate Nash just flat out writes brilliant honest pop songs. I have no shame in admitting that. Lilly Allen to the same effect. Gillian Welch and Laura Marling are two almost unheard of folk singers who have beautiful, angelic voices. Florence Welch (aka Florence and the Machine) company the above in the same new-wave-y brilliance of Bat For Lashes.

I guess the whole point of this is to simply declare that the women of the music industry have won me over. Have they, you?

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