An Expansion of Musical Suffering

When you think of musicians that have dealt with a lot of hardships in their life, who do you think of? I’m going to go out on a limb and say you thought mostly of men. Kurt Cobain from Nirvana struggled with depression and drug addiction, David Bowie struggled with fame, and practically every popular rock band has dealt with personal disagreements and difficulties. It’s something most people are aware of. As a huge music fan, and a feminist, I’m especially aware of the attention given to suffering male musicians.

But, let’s move past that into a new realm of discussion. Today, I am going to talk about three female musicians, who have also had enormous struggles in their life, but have lived through it to continue to inspire and create music today.

First, let’s talk about Yoko Ono. You know her, right? Yeah, she broke up the Beatles, and was married to John Lennon. She has long black hair, with a witchy quality to her. This is what probably comes to mind when you think of Ono, but Lennon once described her as ‘the world’s most famous unknown artist: everybody knows her name, but nobody knows what she does’.

I think it’s clear that she doesn’t really care that nobody knows what she does. Since the late 60s, she has released fourteen experimental albums, has put out numerous art books, has received human rights awards, and still creates contemporary performance art.

Ono is also a large advocate for peace, something she’s done since she and Lennon protested the Vietnam war with ‘bed-ins for peace’, where they sat in bed in their pajamas and invited the press to talk to them.

Throughout this impressive career, Ono has faced hardship. People have long attacked her for supposedly ‘breaking up the Beatles’ when in fact she really didn’t do anything beyond hang out with them while they were recording music, and the band was already close to breaking up when she met John Lennon.

She’s faced racism and misogyny, and her art has been ignored in favour of a ‘simple narrative’ regarding her romantic history. All you have to do is read the youtube comments on any of her songs to see people saying she has a terrible voice and other horrible sentiments.

But, Ono prevails. Even at 85 she’s still creating, still advocating for peace and change. With all the hatred she faced, she never gave up, never tried to be more palatable to mainstream audiences, she just kept making music and art for herself.

Now, let’s look at another female artist who has been reduced to her relationship with a man. Courtney Love is widely known as the frontwoman for the 90s band Hole, but also for her highly publicized relationship and marriage to Kurt Cobain.

Their marriage ended in 1994 when Cobain committed suicide, and then Hole’s second album, Live Through This, came out four days later. These two events have led people to believe Courtney Love killed him just for the publicity, despite there really being no evidence supporting those claims. She has faced other hardships, such as drug abuse, the death of her husband, and dealing with her personal life being discussed in tabloids for years.

But, like the album says, she lived through it. Love raised her daughter, Frances Bean, by herself, Hole’s third album, Celebrity Skin, was Grammy-nominated, and has found success as a writer and actress.

Courtney Love has also made plenty of mistakes, such as alleged drug use during her pregnancy with Frances Bean leading to temporary loss of custody. There is also a story about Love punching musician Kathleen Hanna, who I’m going to talk about soon, at music festival Lollapalooza.

And although she has flaws and is by no means a perfect person, Courtney Love has kept going. In a recent op-ed written by Hole bassist Melissa Auf der Maur, she said it’s a miracle that Love is still alive, but she is alive and she is still an inspiration and an icon.

The final musician I’ll be talking about today is Kathleen Hanna. In the 90s, she was the frontwoman for the punk band Bikini Kill, and was a co-founder of the feminist music and art movement Riot Grrrl. As a singer, her voice is like an explosion, going from screaming rage to soft vulnerability often in the same song. But, her struggles started young as she grew up with an abusive father.

Once Hanna started singing in Bikini Kill, she often faced harassment from men who didn’t understand the band’s message. In fact, she has described being in that band ‘as a war’. There’s a line from one of Hanna’s more recent songs that goes ‘We’d be told that we weren’t real punks by boys in bands who acted like our dads when they were drunk’. Even though Bikini Kill was pushing boundaries and creating change for punk girls, it was still very hard with all the hate they were receiving.

After Bikini Kill broke up, Hanna moved into electronic music with the band Le Tigre, but in 2005 Le Tigre went on hiatus because Hanna had contracted undiagnosed lyme disease. Lyme disease is a chronic illness that has a myriad of symptoms, and left Hanna too weak to at times even walk up the stairs. At one point, she even suffered a small stroke.

But in the early 2010s, she went into remission from lyme disease, had a documentary made about her, and started a new band called the Julie Ruin, which has released two albums. She’s been active as an activist, helped create a Riot Grrrl archive at New York University, and recently launched a tshirt company funding education for girls in Togo. At one point, Hanna did have a relapse of lyme disease, and has dealt with the trauma of having an ‘invisible’ illness, but is still an inspiration to many, myself included, today.

To wrap this up, let’s talk about why these women have been ignored, or ridiculed, or attacked, throughout their careers. Obviously, sexism plays a big role in this, but more specifically I think it has to do with how the world views women. We want to view women as one-dimensional, as tidy packages with which we can continue the gender status quo.

We say Yoko Ono is an unlistenable experimental musician, and we leave it at that. We say Courtney Love is a drug addict with a dead husband and too much plastic surgery, and we leave it at that. We say Kathleen Hanna is an un-punk angry man-hater, and we leave it at that. But what if we didn’t? What if we expanded the conversation, and let women be who they are as their completely real, flawed, and inspirational selves?

meltdown

meltdown. fall apart into the gutter we go like nervous twitching rats

meltdown. ready to catch fire slowly smoking until someone smells the burn

meltdown. childish rage falls to the ground in tears on tv crying over well-laid plans.

meltdown. melt down to the edge of the birthday candles dripping hot wax onto the wooden table.

meltdown. melt like an ice cream on a hot day when expectations are far too hot and far too sticky.

meltdown. a feeling of too much every nerve of mine is itchy when she talks.

meltdown. coming together after weeks of dry words in the bright sun i try to mobilise

meltdown. face is down trying to melt into the mattress when i’m so hungry

meltdown. pain of jaw of nobody listening of no one realising there’s gonna be a fire

meltdown. outburst of sparks to shove back in my mouth chew slowly swallow

meltdown. words have no meaning people have no meaning nobody really cares if you fall apart at the party.

meltdown baby.

baby meltdown.

meltdown, baby

meltdown meltdown meltdown meltdown say it enough and it falls apart

meltdown

meltdown

meltdown

Remember

i remember what you say

and i go home and think about how it would feel if you said it to me

as i fall asleep i smile

this familiar ache is fading

if it was you i would change my tune

leave me be, i wander from room to room

all too real, all too fake

i remember what you say

if it was you i would change my fate

and i go home and think about how it would feel if you said it to me

rolling tears, i go to bed early

this pain feels like a swallowed scream

if it was you i would change my tune

leave me be, i wander from room to room

all too real, all too fake

if it was you i would change my fate

i don’t remember what you say

and i go home and create my own words

a smile, two hands

no familiar ache, sleep is mine

if it was you i would change my tune

leave me be, i wander from room to room

all too real, all too fake

if it was you i would change my fate

Jigsaw Youth – Acidic Child Track Review

Released on April 14th 2019, New York City punk band Jigsaw Youth’s latest single Acidic Child sounds like a musical punch in the face, in the best way possible. The song is frenetic, a punk rock explosion that proves Jigsaw Youth just keeps getting better and better.

Singer and bassist Maria Alvarez screams with Kurt Cobain inspired vocals that sound like gunshots, and the choruses make good use of the band’s signature vocal harmonies that are in no way pretty or poppy or palatable, thank you very much.

Guitarist Nastacha Beck and drummer Alex Dmytrow are tight as hell, with spinning guitar solos and whirlwind drums that call forth their influences across all of punk history that make the track a must-listen for punks who saw the Sex Pistols first play to kids who love Rage Against! and Nirvana.

Jigsaw Youth’s second album intensified their grungey, metal sound, and they continue to do so on Acidic Child, which, with it’s hardcore sensibilities, sounds pre-made for the mosh pit.

The track was a great addition to my day when I first heard it, and only strengthens my opinion that Jigsaw Youth is the answer to less than punk music being called punk nowadays, and is absolutely a necessity to the punk subculture, and deserves to be heard by all.

notre dame cathedral in flames

the building is alight smoke floating through and into the people’s slow burn heartache

already ready to mourn

already ready to burn

i remember joan of arc inside

she is praying and she remembers

the first feeling of heart rising to her soul

the fallen spire leaves a hole in me

when i try to remember what makes thousands of years sacred

sacred church, slowly falling and all we can do is watch

i hope joan is doing alright inside

i hope she is comfortable and can breathe and is not remembering the battlefielded fire

surrounding her on all sides when she slowly looked to the sky

as the building falls into this street

as we sit on rooftops with the rushes of adolescence

as a word of anger spills out of her mouth as we see what we’re seeing

and we look for comfort, looking slowly to the suffocating sky

with the thick smoke billowing out like her robes

with orange and yellow bursts of heat like the patriotic celebrations

please someone make sure joan is alright

as this unknown burn eats through what we thought we had

sacred church

but we have been through this before

and we will rebuild

and we will rebuild

and we will allow ourselves to feel

Smarties Are Not A Suitable Meal Replacement

i am afraid of my body

i let it rot, stagnate, drift

i don’t know who i am

scream as i pass a mirror

i don’t want to reflect on this experience

i don’t want to be reflected

i’m tired

i’m done

ready to sleep

asinine pain

a reflection of hatred, of oil

and it’s getting bad again

and it’s getting bad again

i cry for help, their ears are stuffed with wax

to drown out the song of the lying temptress

Dogs

what if this is how i die?

what if this is it?

i don’t want to die, i want to live

i don’t want to live in fear like this

a clench in my stomach when i see his face

the end is near, he knows it too

how will i be remembered?

we are just kids, can’t we just be kids?

they are so old but i will die first

with the heat and the fire and the floods

they don’t have to

i have to do it all

i have to be it all

i don’t even really want to have it all

rather get hit than walk anymore

a game of chance, it’s illegal? i don’t care

we all watch each other’s every move

like locked up dogs in a clear glass case

Billie Eilish – When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?

Singer-songwriter Billie Eilish is taking the music world by storm. Her whispery, teenaged, vaguely goth electro-pop is intriguing the kids and confusing the adults, like all good music should. The only problem is that her debut album isn’t actually that good.

Eilish has a good voice, soothing and sugary, but she doesn’t let it go anywhere. Every song sounds great in terms of instrumentation; there are atmospheric drums, gothy synths, and trap influences that don’t cross the line into sounding like a cash-grab 6ix9ine song, but her vocals are desperately lacking.

The whispering gets old fast, and I’ve heard great things about her lyrics but the opportunity is lost on me because I can’t hear what she’s saying! Her voice makes her sound so tired, as she falls into talk-singing and trailing off at the end of lines. These songs could be great, if only the vocals were different.

Album opener Bad Guy is pretty good. Like every song, it’s got a great hook, sparse but jazzy and with quick breaths of urgency, and doesn’t feel sluggish. Xanny uses a bass drop that feels like a cat purring to great effect, but quickly feels overdone. In terms of lyrical content, even her attempts to be real and edgy and evocative still feel incredibly palatable, unlike the goth music she’s compared to. However, I absolutely love the drum sound, as it sounds like a real drum kit and makes the track feel more upbeat and interesting.

You Should See Me In A Crown and All Good Girls Go To Hell are the few highlights on the album. Eilish seems to be having a modicum of a good time, and they feel like a more genuine look at her personality. Both are hooky, and All Good Girls has a great groove that eventually leads to a completely sick bass solo. In A Crown has hip-hop influenced swagger, but it still doesn’t feel like much, unfortunately because I did really want to enjoy these songs.

The whole record is extraordinarily unvaried, and every interesting idea introduced feels as tired as her voice by the end. That being said, I understand why people are flocking to her music. Her music is more interesting than a lot of top 40, and she is giving a voice to the misunderstood. Unfortunately, it’s just not good enough for me.

Say Hi

how do i know if i love?

i must

i must, i love you so much

i wanna see what’s good with the future

i must

i must

and i came in right in the middle

just to say hi

i did

i did

and i talk with slang and i’ve always meant what i’ve sang

like you care

i do

i do

this nostalgia of what i haven’t done

why do you make me feel like i’m you?

you is so many people

i must love you

the ultimate adapter

i must

i must

but there’s no guidebook

it’s how we’re born

i must

i must

comes in the brain

hardwired in

can’t delete the software

i must

i must

The Girl

are you ready? one two three you’re on

shrink yourself down to the jumbo-tron

you’re the girl they want

you’re the girl on the jukebox taking over their local haunts

you’re the girl

you’re the girl

you’re the girl

hey girl, you’re on

working every second, always be on for them

leave the violence for him, you stay femme

stay on like the lights, stay on for the fight

stay on in the darkness, stay on when it’s bright

you’re the girl

you’re the girl

you’re the girl

hey girl, you’re on

a modern age truman show

wake up early, it’s the day of the show

you live so far away from the snow

you have all the money for the blow

you’re the girl

you’re the girl

you’re the girl

hey girl, you’re on