Sunday, April 24, 2011

watch the youtube video!

here's the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KcrE07uNyE

And please add your favorite women in music in the comments below or on my previous post with the text of the poem!

Riot in the Supermarket - Fighting Sexism in Music!


Stuck Rolling Phone

I wanna see mick jagger in a tight red sequined dress
shaking his narrow ass on stage
singing about how happy and fulfilled he feels
under his girlfriend’s thumb

I wanna see Bob Dylan in a blonde wig and full makeup
convincing everyone of his genius
without being allowed to write his own lyrics
as he sings exclusively about romance
with rhymes like
love/above
moon/june
arms/charms

I wanna see Paul McCartney figure out how to get to his Fab Four rehearsals
while he does all the childcare
since            of course    Linda’s career comes first

saturday morning     10:45
working mom rushing through
grocery store left the baby and
my partner at checkstand gotta
get one more item
where’s the organic shortening?  No not Crisco    Damn. 
out of stock

rush back to checkstand when
I get arrested by bright red
Rolling Stone cover
100 top musicians of all time
every single artist on cover a man
every sullen brooding rock face
every smiling pop face
every neck an adam’s apple
every upper lip mustached/shadow/shaven
every one
collector’s edition

what
the
hell
?
I pull out camera phone
snap photo of cover
snap another of my female face scowling beside
bright red outrage
two rows of masculine musicians
before I rush back to screaming
baby and stressed partner

I slam dried mango and organic onions
into recycled bags
wish I had bought the shortening
any lubricant
cause women are always getting screwed by the music business
we get it rough   whether we like it like that
or not

so to Rolling Stone
I say
you can’t find one woman to rep for 100 best?
ready to flash a redheaded Rhianna’s cleavage
or Lady Gaga’s bubble covered ass
but no question of estrogen when questing for excellence

like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
he got the props as a dancer
while she did everything he did
only backwards and in high heels

you can’t measure men’s and women’s musical careers
by the same yardstick
because men and women can’t have the same careers

only when Michael Jackson sings
yes
billie jean was my lover
the kid is my son
and I’ll be quitting music for the next ten years to raise him

only when James Brown sings
it’s a woman’s woman’s woman’s world

only when the glass ceiling for women in music
isn’t just high enough for the woman            a tall hairdo             and six inch stilettos
only when masses of teen boys giggle in the wal-mart
crushed out on Ani DiFranco
only when the butches get as much play as the femmes
only when the industry makes reparation for chewing up Lauryn Hill
only when managers and producers acknowledge
they should have sent Amy Winehouse to rehab
instead of just making a mint off her singing about not going
only when we invent a time machine to go back
and give genius Nina Simone the career she deserved
will I be fully satisfied

if I had a sword right now
I would bow before queen of soul Aretha Franklin on one knee
ask her to knight me
so I could rage into battle to defend her honor
Her royal face should have graced the cover
Beside King Michael and Elvis
Rolling Stone, how dare you desert the queen?

And I would storm the doors of Rolling Stone
in armor made by the albums of my top 100 women musicians:

Ella Fitzgerald/Annie Lennox/India.Arie/La Lupe/Tracy Chapman/Grace Slick/Anna de Leon/Erykah Badu…

I know I’m missing people because I’m writing this at 4:11 AM, the hour when working mothers find time to write...

I’d rock Janis Joplin/Meshell Ndegeocello/Dionne Warwick/Des’Re/Stevie Nicks/Alicia Keys/Joan Armatrading/Coco Peila/Mavis Staples/P!ink/Sheila E/Zap Mama/Queen Latifah, Norah Jones…

picture the glint off my breastplate of cds
vinyl around my hips
cassettes and 8-tracks clanking below the knee
big ass speakers on my back
an iPod in each hand blasting my way in with Chaka Kahn

I am every woman
it is all in me

armored with Brenda Russel/Susana Baca/Mary J. Bilge/Big Mama Thornton/Jill Scott/Cesaria Evora/Sade/Deva Mahal/La India/MC Lyte…

F*** rolling stone.  They’ve proven themselves unequal to the task of picking the best.
Who’s on your list?