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What I mean by "whatever" 
1st-Sep-2011 12:27 pm
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To expand a bit on the "whatever" in my previous post:

I don't think the question of "did Lady Gaga rip off Annie Lennox" is a useful or even valid one.

For one thing, "it's only culture if it's shared" as Cory Doctorow says. For performers and artists, it's not merely legitimate to be inspired and influenced by previous artists and their work, it's pretty much how artists learn to do art and be artists. "You have to know the rules before you can break them" is one way of putting it. It's one of the reasons that beginning artists are encouraged to reproduce works of art by previous great artists — that's how you learn how to do it. They do it at the Louvre and other museums. Even Norman Rockwell depicted it.

For another thing, was Lady Gaga's "Jo Calderone" persona making reference to Annie Lennox's "Earl the Rocker" character at the 1984 Grammy awards? To my eye, almost certainly. But both of them are making reference to Elvis Presley and Sal Mineo.

So, to make use of the "generic all-purpose Buddhist response to criticism or voices of self-hate" that Cheri Huber recommends: "Lady Gaga 'ripped off' Annie Lennox? Whatever."
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2nd-Sep-2011 02:22 am (UTC)
I think that 1984 Grammy awards appearance had a rather formative effect on 14-year-old me's ideas of what constitutes "sexy". ;-) I mean, I seem to be 95% hetero-inclined, but the women who make my knees weak do tend to look like Annie as "Earl".
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2nd-Sep-2011 03:22 am (UTC)
Sweet, not hilarious. "Do I want to be him or be with him? Well, yes. And the problem with that is...?"

I feel so, so fortunate to have grown up around the theatre and all Mom's weird, fly-your-freak-flag-proudly-and-be-yourself friends. So many of our friends and her colleagues were gay or lesbian, it just wasn't a thing, even in a comparatively small town like Chico.

One of mom's students, who was also one of her best actors and who became a friend as time went by (two things that often went together — you like working with somebody, you get to be friends), started joke-flirting with me when I was about 13. "Just wait, kid," she'd say. "Your 18th birthday, I am showing up on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and we're gonna paint the town red."

"Gee, D—, I'm sorry," I'd say, shrugging apologetically, "but I'm pretty sure I'm straight."

"Aw, how will you know if you don't try? Just wait, it'll be great!" she'd say with a grin. Totally non-threatening, and flattering if you were a shy, awkward, geeky adolescent like I was. (I wonder how D— is? I just googled her name and, as of a couple of years ago, she was still in the Bay Area and acting. Only one person on LinkedIn with her name... Do I muster the nerve to send a message saying "Uh, hi, are you the D— who used to live in Chico?" Furthermore, do I have the chutzpah to say "and who didn't show up on my 18th birthday with a bouquet of flowers?" Heh.)

I confess, I have been watching and re-watching that video since I posted it, crappy VHS-quality and all. I so love an alto, and the huskiness in that performance? Hubba hubba. If I met a gal who looked like that and projected that energy and she were to express interest in nibbling on my earlobes, I would be inclined to acquiesce...
2nd-Sep-2011 04:20 am (UTC)
Oh, hey:


And:


Also:


Hello, there:


And for nostalgia's sake:
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