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Summer Pop Culture RoundUp

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Before I get back to being all heavy and serious – because life is heavyand since I couldn’t be bothered to read hardly anything on my vast, ever increasing reading list this summer – here’s a taste of how I spent my summer (when I wasn’t holding hands and praying with folks at hospital beds).

SUMMER POP CULTURE ROUNDUP

(cue frantic Fraggle Rock drumming)

AudioBooks

I discovered audiobooks – free from the library. Yay! I listened to two nifty novels about smart and feisty southern ladies

And for the YA crowd

  • Matched, by Ally Condie; the first in a three-part series (because apparently teens only read books in series nowadays. Meh. Government control of all aspects of life, and you just know the people are going to rise up and fight the power – led by the youth. Not as good as Hunger Games (no Rue), but it’s okay to listen to and now I’m curious to see how the series ends.
  • Shiver, by Maggie Stiefvater; the first in  the Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy (I said – “threes”). Don’t bother with this one. Werewolves are the new vampires. But witches are more interesting that werewolves, so maybe try
  • The Discovery of Witches, by Deborah Harkness. I haven’t read this, but I’ve read good things about it.

Music

With all the audiobooks, not a lot of music this summer. But here’s what I can’t stop listening to now:

“Blurred Lines,” by Robin Thicke. Mired in controversy and preemptive lawsuits, sure. And do we really need all the b*&#@s from TI? But this is a not heavy blog post. I will say, though, this song with its sly, playful and kinda sexy lyrics reminds me a lot more of His Royal Badness than Marvin Gaye. And it was so much fun that it made me also download Thicke’s “Meiplé with Jay-Z (who is having his own trifling summer).

It’s  really challenging to talk about music and keep things light, so just two more:

Icona Pop’s “I Love It“. enough said.

And the CD that I’ve been driving too all summer long: Motown Remixed, Volume 1. I can’t even describe how hot this is. Motown classics with new beats courtesy of Z-Trip, ?uestlove and the Randy Watson Experience, DJ Smash, Salaam Remi, and more more more. Just Listen Now.

Shows

Since I ditched my television, most of my tv watching is via Netflix streaming, but it gets the job done.

  • The much awaited Arrested Development was alright, but not as good as I remembered.
  • Drop Dead Diva:  Super fluff, but I went back and watched Seasons 1 and 2 just to catch up for Season 3. I can’t get that time back.
  • Dr. Who! Series Seven, Part 1. Mad thanks to Matthew and to Ariane for reminding me that I could watch this via Amazon Prime. And then, since my New Whovian nephew is getting his mother up to speed:
  • Dr. Who from the 10th doctor. With
  • Torchwood: Children of Earth thrown in for good measure. And since I already had the accent in my head anyway,
  • Mistresses – the BBC version. All three series. Just a whole lot of poor choices there. And now I’m watching
  • Alphas, season 2.

Alas, sweet summer, it was real.  Now back to work.

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Silly of Me: Deniece Williams, Indecent Theology, and Sexual Power

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I heard a song on the radio today that I haven’t heard in a long time, so I sat myself down and listened to the whole thing – even though I thought I was in a hurry: Deniece Williams, Silly. That piercingly high song reminds me of summer when I was a kid. The song was released in 1981, so I was probably listening to it on the radio.  I was young, so I don’t know what I thought of the lyrics back then. But since I spent the whole day reading Marcella Althaus-Reid’s Indecent Theology, it certainly resonated.

Williams is lamenting her attachment to a lover who is not really hers:

Silly of me to think that I, could ever really have you for my guy.

But it’s the third verse that really reminded me of Althaus-Reid:

Silly of me to go around and brag about the love I found
And say you’re the best, well, I can’t tell the rest

In Indecent Theology, Althaus-Reid writes about the ways that  liberation theology, while exposing relationships of power and domination, is unable, inadequate, or just plain unwilling to account for relationships of sexual power and domination that shapes the lives of poor women.

I imagine those women – the Argentinian lemon vendors that Althaus-Reid writes of – singing Deniece Williams.

Silly of me to brag about the love I found, and say you’re the best: to brag about this awesome new way of thinking about, talking about, and doing religion that recognizes the parts of my life – colonialism and economic exploitation – that have gone unrecognized.

When I can’t tell the rest: but, I can’t talk about how liberation theology still relies on and reinforces a patriarchal and heterosexist sexual narrative that leaves me holding the short end of the stick. Or more plainly, leaves me in the closet or under the thumb of an abusive husband or father.

I’ve been really drawn to liberation theology for years, but now I’m kind of digging Althaus-Reid’s Indecent Theology. Speaking truth to sexual power?  Or maybe I just liked listening to Deniece Williams and being reminded of summers when I didn’t have to read and think so much.