Music Monday: 8 – One Band/Singer Whose Popularity You Will Never Understand

This one is tricky.  I’m sure you, like me, have lists of the temporary music phenoms that hit, make millions then wander off into the abyss leaving behind music that will not hold up well in history.  Many for me are “tween/teen faves” where I don’t understand how the 11-18 set can so easily overlook the vocal styling equivalent to a moose in the duress of childbirth, but get that the person is popular from their team’s genius marketing blitz. 

Take Britney Spears.  Start off as a blend of innocent/naughty schoolgirl where you are sexy enough to attract the attention of young (and old) men and the admiration of young girls, but not alienate parents by being to risqué.  Work that magic for a few years, then up the ante with a more sexy pose on a magazine cover (Rolling Stone) and adding tighter garments and suggestive lyrics.  At the height of your popularity, marry randomly, kick it with one of your background dancers (who has kids with a long-term girlfriend), have two kids of your own then wander into a salon one night and shave yourself bald.  Okay, the meltdown wasn’t in the marketing team’s arsenal, but you have to admit she’s staged a pretty good comeback story.

So for me, it isn’t not understanding the popularity.  For all the artists I can’t stand—and I’ll fess up that I have Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra in this category—that the rest of the country seems to adore, I get that the record execs can (and have always) manipulated multiple media formats to secure buy-in.  I also get that most of these performers have a short shelf-life (waving goodbye to Justin Bieber).

Afterthought – No actual music attached for this one.  I just can’t bring myself to post an artist that makes me cringe.

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No Longer an Imposter – Who I Am to This Writing Life

Starting 2011 digging back into my writing goals, I have an urge to get into my writing files and edit/organize some work to get it circulating for publication options, but also feel a pull to create new work.  The joy is that, for the first time since college, I actually feel like a writer vs. this busy imposter with yearnings and dreams of returning more to my writing, but finding it being relegated to an often abandoned hobby.

I consider myself to be a reformed, chronic non-submitter.  I’ve got a file cabinet neatly organized with poetry, short stories and essays that have either never seen the inside of a submissions envelope or have had limited circulation attempts.  I think what stopped me in the past was partly feeling it was an overwhelming task to properly research suitable markets for my work (not enough time to read all the journals I wanted to) and fear of success (weird one, I know).

The fear of success circular reasoning went something like this: What if I write something strong enough for “them” to accept?  Then it is accepted and people know.  Then folks will be looking for me to instantly be able crank out something else just as good or even better so it is published too.  They’ll be asking me, “What else have you published?” or (gasp) “When are you going to write a book?”  And what if I’m not able to get something else published quickly?  Or ever again?  What if I freeze up and pump out crap?  Then I’ll be this one-and-done failed writer who never gets anything else published.

Of course the twist is that if I don’t submit work on a regular basis, I’ll still be a writer who gets nothing published.  Funny how that works.  Also funny (at least now looking back) is how ingrained the writing gremlins and critic became as they twisted away at my sense of logic and took shots to limit my craft. 

Well no more.  On Saturday, I finished the first draft of a story cranking out the last half during a few overnight hours (oh the thrill when I typed the last sentence).  This week, I’m editing an older piece that needs some tightening before circulating again for submission.  I’m reading one novel on Kindle and a collection of short stories in hard cover format.  And I have the opportunity to review and critique the writing of others both via my writers group and an online course I am taking.  This month I can move towards a balance that abandons my rigid all or nothing approach and become more of the writer I’ve always wanted to be.

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