Last week I did a list of my all time favourite movies. This week in darkdaughta's "this is your life" list of lists...my favourite musicians. Now keep in mind I grew up listening to radio and still have a teeny tiny music collection.
So, my music taste is all over the place, very defined by the sorts of stuff I've heard on really mainstream radio.
A lot of my taste was shaped by what I heard first in public school, junior high and high school.
Some of it dates to my coming into consciousness as a Black person in the world which happened during university.
For anyone wondering, you won't find Tori or Ani. There isn't any.
Some are cheesy to the point of being embarassing.
For the fans of present day hip/hop and brainless bootylicious babes, you won't find much here cuz their blatant lack of intellect combined with crass Black people targetting commercialism and consumerism have gutted Black music and left the corpse dying by the side of the road. I'll dance to them at a bar, but do I want them and their "don't think too hard" music dismantling Black consciousness in my house, nope. Same with the "conscious" mc's. I remember asking one of the wimmin in my community who is a hip-hop head who will reference some of the black male rappers and call them conscious, whether she actually thought any of these folks had more analysis, more consciousness than she did? She looked uncomfortable, smiling, eyes darting and said: no...but they're conscious, I guess compared to the rest. :(
For the fans of various African musics, I won't even bother for the sake of political cred to say that I am a fan. I've had conversations with the two continental african wimmin who were in community with me where I said that I didn't necessarily think of these musics as liberation musics any more than any other, that to me they were pop musics in other languages. I went on to say that as a diasporic african woman embracing a class analysis, the very fact that these musics are so embraced by members of the Black middle-class, conservative set, for me automatically put into question the power of the music as a radically political transformational force when transplanted to north american soil. But I'm also just really north american in my music tastes
Soca, reggae, calypso? Nope. I get triggered by the giant gap between allowable musically expressed sexualities in caribbean communities and the harsh reality of our cultures so grounded in outdated colonial/victorian moralities, sexual conservatism, christianity and what is understood as good behaviour. Dancing and jumping up gets to be really painful when I'm fully grounded in what all this means for me personally. But, I'm also just extremely north american in my music tastes.Other "world" musics, classical, the majority of jazz...well, let's just say I'm not there right now.
There isn't any lefty stuff here. The way I see it, I'm such a hard ass, unrepentantly attempting to squeeze analysis into almost everything I do, see, speak, encounter, music has been my big place of fucking off...just think of me taking an extended audio vacation.
I like to sing along, to play air guitar and to dance by myself or when no one is looking. These aren't in any particular order.
Old U2 (definitely a high school thing)
Mariah Carey (okay, this is embarassing)
old Public Enemy
The Bee Gees (their voices make me giggle)
Genesis (with Peter Gabriel)
old Whitney Houston
Stevie Nicks (a voice that sounds like she drank one too many tequila shots)
Eagle Eye Cherry (well, only "save tonight")
Neneh Cherry (mostly songs from "raw like sushi")
Queen Latifah (when she was butch)
TLC (when they looked like pretty little bois)
old Salt n Pepa
Foxy Brown (more for her absolute brazenness)
Peter Tosh (the dark man who taught Bob Marley to play the guitar)
old Duran Duran
Tracy Chapman (when I need to cry, cuz she’s so depressing)
Rough Trade (I was singing along before I was old enough to realize what she was saying)
Old David Bowie
Missy (fatty girl version)
Jet (well, only "are you gonna be my girl?")
Prodigy (really, just “firestarter”)
Michael Jackson (before the face and complexion thing)Rush
Cameo (Well, only “Word Up”)
Survivor (well, only "the eye of the tiger")
old Eric Clapton
old AerosmithThe Sugar Hill Gang (rapper's delight)
Alanis Morrisette (only her first album after leaving canuck pop stardom behind)
Bif Naked (only "I love myself today")
Soft Cell (well, only "tainted love")
old Janet Jackson (mostly before she got the stoopid abs and the butt done)