Thursday, August 26, 2010

Darling Dear, Get A Grip

Post title shamelessly 'borrowed' from the wonderful Lyrical Lies by the terrific Cute Is What We Aim For. ;)
Today's rant is about the evils of popular music. More specifically, this is about the weak songs that submit to the macho man being the person who tells you what to do, what to say, and how to act. My example is the terrible song The Writer by Ellie Goulding. {lyrics here, video here}

The chorus in this tune is the part that really gets my goat. Telling someone that they can the artist; and make me out of clay? the writer and decide the words I say?

is just ridiculous. I find the idea surrounding popular song lyrics, the idea that you need a man to make you complete, utter rubbish. Artists like Ellie Goulding have achieved so much in their lives, especially the teenage phenomenons. Yet still they think a slow love song or an upbeat song about having tons of girlfriends {the former generally pretty young girls, the latter rapping dudes} is the ticket to fame. Take a reality check. You can write--or should I say sing, as the majority of popular female artists these days either don't write their own songs or just add a little--inspiring, uplifting songs. If you've got the talent you should be able to sing about cutlery. 
Take, for example, the brilliant Regina Spektor. Some of her songs are feisty and upbeat, some are more melancholy, but they are all amazingly written and make the listener think. Or maybe Dar Williams, a relatively unknown folk singer, who can yodel and do that twiddly crossing octaves thing with her voice in the space of one chorus and a verse. These women all write brilliant songs. Lots of them are about love, but are open for interpratation. None of these ladies have ever asked a temporary fling to tell them what to say. These women know their own minds.
So go out there. This is the twenty-first century. Know your own mind.
Maybe I'm completely missing the point, maybe The Writer is about loving someone so much you are them. But somehow the paltry lyrics just don't convey that. 
P.S. Ellie Goulding is not the only one guilty of this crime. Many people are and The Writer was just the most recent song I heard.

1 comment:

  1. I agree with you. Popular music is rubbish.