I stopped into AC Moore, craft superstore, yesterday for a work errand and as I was standing in the checkout line, Ace of Base “Don’t Turn Around” came on through the store’s stereo. You guys, it was the most special moment of my young life, I’m pretty sure angels stopped what they were doing to bless me with that experience. I mean, seriously, Ace of Base? When was the last time you heard an Ace of Base song playing in a store somewhere? Obviously my powers of musical influence have farther reaching implications than I realized. The ego trip I am on right now is intoxicating. What are the odds that I drag Ace of Base out of their grave and back into the spotlight and a week later they’re back in rotation in hobby stores around the country? Coincidence? I THINK NOT.
I don’t want things to get out of hand, so I’m going to scale it back for today’s Tuesday Tunes. Unfortunately for you, this means no Lamps-on-Hands. I’ll pause why you cry it out.
I’ve been listening to this song by highly controversial, love-to-hate chanteuse Lana Del Rey for a week straight on repeat. It is just so good. In case you don’t know about her by now, she’s the girl who took the blogosphere by storm last fall with her self-made music video “Video Games,” and with her puffed-up lips and doubtful authenticity, and who, more recently, had an awkward appearance on SNL for which she will likely never live down. A few years ago, she was plain jane Lizzy Grant, a singer-songwriter with a failed attempt at a music career. She reemerged last summer as a self-styled “gangster Nancy Sinatra” under the portmanteau of Lana Del Rey, with a vintage glamour so heavy that everyone’s first reaction was to judge her harshly. “She’s too sexy!” “She’s fake, her whole persona is fake!” And I mean, come on. Has no one heard of the train-wreck, brunette-Italian-Catholic-schoolgirl-turned-platinum-blonde-“artist”, meat-dress-wearing creation that is Lady Gaga? In a world where we apparently only want our female singers to be hot not talented (see: Britney Spears, Katy Perry, every other female entertainer ever), people were launching a backlash against Lana Del Rey for playing the game too well. The music industry is oversaturated with talentless starlets prancing around in bikini tops that squirt whipped cream, let’s allow some room for someone who is genuinely interesting, if not entirely genuine.
My friend Tom wrote an eloquent defense of Lana Del Rey on his blog, and a few days ago my best ex-roomie Lyndsey posted this song on Facebook, further solidifying why we are friends by comparing Lana to a mix of “Bette Midler and Fiona Apple.” If that isn’t the most spot on definition of her sound, I don’t know what is.
You can listen for yourself and draw your own conclusion.
I’m beating a dead horse by even talking about her, I think. I know this is a bit heavier than photoshopping a lamp onto an ex-Neo-Nazi’s nether regions like I did last week, but seriously, tell me you can listen to that song once and not want to hit replay the moment it’s over. Not possible!