Thank you! I always thought this song was really evil. "We can work it out -- as long as you think just like me."
A friend of mine in Seattle was working on a song that almost made it on the "Home Alive" fundraising album (the record put out to raise money for women's self-defense groups after Mia Zapata of the Gits was raped and murdered in Seattle in 1993.) John's song was a collage commenting on violence in rap songs, but also commenting on the racism of people who complain about rap music being misogynist while giving the wink-and-nod to songs with lyrics like "Run for your life if you can, little girl/hide your head in the sand, little girl/catch you with another man/that's the end, little girl." Or "You always hurt the ones you love," etc.
Mind you, I'll still listen to the Beatles. And Miles Davis.
But then Pearl Jam got involved in the project and other higher-profile folks, and John's song got dumped. My friend Jane's art made it into the lyric book, though.
The one time my ex-boyfriend and I went to the Castro for Halloween, it was really last-minute and we had no good costume ideas. So we decided to go as ourselves ten years earlier (i.e., 1984-style). I wore this vintage mini-dress with lots of loud accessories and colorful tights and pumps and hair gel, and he wore his grungy jeans with long johns, boots, leather jacket with lots of buttons, and hair tied back in a red bandanna. Yeah. We were scary.
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A friend of mine in Seattle was working on a song that almost made it on the "Home Alive" fundraising album (the record put out to raise money for women's self-defense groups after Mia Zapata of the Gits was raped and murdered in Seattle in 1993.) John's song was a collage commenting on violence in rap songs, but also commenting on the racism of people who complain about rap music being misogynist while giving the wink-and-nod to songs with lyrics like "Run for your life if you can, little girl/hide your head in the sand, little girl/catch you with another man/that's the end, little girl." Or "You always hurt the ones you love," etc.
Mind you, I'll still listen to the Beatles. And Miles Davis.
But then Pearl Jam got involved in the project and other higher-profile folks, and John's song got dumped. My friend Jane's art made it into the lyric book, though.
The one time my ex-boyfriend and I went to the Castro for Halloween, it was really last-minute and we had no good costume ideas. So we decided to go as ourselves ten years earlier (i.e., 1984-style). I wore this vintage mini-dress with lots of loud accessories and colorful tights and pumps and hair gel, and he wore his grungy jeans with long johns, boots, leather jacket with lots of buttons, and hair tied back in a red bandanna. Yeah. We were scary.