Well, I’ve really blown the momentum of my reportage on the second part of our Women Who Rock visit. Life intercedes as it usually does.
Solar flares, computer troubles, pending deadlines and a wallop of impending Mercury retrograde messing with transportation and internet connections ... I'm starting to wonder. Add in an overwhelming desire to sleep until Spring is officially here and I'm dreadfully late. Again.
Interest has surely waned in our little adventure and I haven’t even shared our experience at the Cleveland bus station. Sorry, Margaret!
Being a woman of my word, and in the interest of expediency, I offer a poetic diatribe as an alternative. It's not the best poetry but I haven't much time for swift rhythm and rhyme. Enjoy the videos if nothing else, in the spirit of International Women’s Day, I give you this:
You see the blues had a baby
and named it rock ‘n’ roll
but rock ‘n’ roll had a mama
and she sang the Blues
Mamie Smith, Ma Rainey,
Bessie Smith, Billie Holiday
and lesser known Black Pearls too:
Sippie Wallace, Edith Wilson,
Ida Cox, Alberta Hunter to name
just a few.
And maybe I’m just old-fashioned enough to say Britney and those of her ilk should not be in the same room as Chrissie Hynde, Grace Slick or Patti Smith. I’m the first to admit I’m a rock ‘n’ roll snob. Of the highest degree.
Perhaps I should be more open like my daughter who was born in the 1990’s. To her credit while at the RnRHofF she dragged me into a seminar where I learned about the role of women in Hip-Hop. As a result my mind is more open to understanding the context of the form and its messaging.
As we neared the end of the exhibit some text at the RnRHall expressed the 1990’s, “was the era of the riot grrrl, the rapper and the Lilith Fair, reshaping traditional ideas of feminism and traditionally male-dominated areas of the music industry. Women have arguably become the leading voices of the industry, standing -- army-booted, bare-footed, or high-heeled stiletto -- toe to toe with any artist of today.”
Maybe things are coming full circle. I have faith that out there the next big thing is percolating.
And hopefully they won't be typecast in the Women Who Rock's current exhibit called "Ladies First." In 2012? Really?
And, I dare say, you know who they are in a number of cases ... over primped and preened pop star models.
It's my own personal opinion but they might have something to learn from the women that came before them. I know I did.