PLASTIC HEARTS ALBUM DISCUSSION: Miley Cyrus

Emily Hurwitz & Andie Chapman

Filled with exciting collaborations, Miley Cyrus’s new album, reveals a pop-inspired deep dive into the world of 1980s synth-punk.

 

From the days of Disney to being publicly shamed for her VMA performance with Robin Thicke to starting the Happy Hippie Foundation to advocate for vulnerable populations, Miley Cyrus has [maybe lived her entire life] always been in the public eye. She has gone out of her way to create her own independent, fearless image amidst an oppressive music industry and negative public perception. When the band SWMRS wrote an entire song about Miley, calling her a “punk rock queen,” it seemed out of place. I clearly failed to see Miley’s versatility at the time; in my mind, she was a pop star. She continues to prove her musical versatility, as on November 27, 2020, she released her first rock album, Plastic Hearts. This bold 80s-inspired album, filled with pop and rock collaborations, has since climbed to the top of Billboard’s rock charts.

Compared to her eclectic discography, Plastic Hearts is a leather-studded, new sound. In 2015, she wrote a psychedelic record, Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz, and two years later pivoted to country with Younger Now. Miley has explored several genres, with her increasingly raspy timbre guiding her towards rock. The punk-ish era kicked off with a series of covers and a Stevie Nicks-sampling cover. Digitally, the covers bejewel the end of the album, including “Zombie” by The Cranberries and “Heart of Glass” by Blondie. This week’s Riot Grrrl (with all three r’s) is Miley Cyrus with her fresh studio album, Plastic Hearts. Here are our thoughts on some tracks! Are they riotous enough? 


 “WTF Do I Know”

A: Miley unravels lyrically in the opening track, lines stinging with pure honesty atop a dark bassline. The instrumental strikes me as forgettable; her nuance lies in her voice and words. Her delivery feels authentic yet the melodies are unsurprising. While listening I was flooded with comparisons from my emo phase. Bands such as All Time Low, Fall Out Boy, and Jimmy Eat World have created the easy-listening rock songs that fit snugly into a radio rotation. Miley is adding one more, bringing a standout message with a familiar, shadowy guitar sound.

E: The first notes of the bass line draw listeners into the album, enticing them with mystery, and the musical lines build until the chorus where Cyrus explodes with her raw, rocking vocals. It’s catchy for an opening song, but a bit cliché. The blasé guitar solo in the middle sounds too standard for Cyrus’s experimentation with rock and punk. While I hate to compare her to her Disney channel character, I couldn’t help but think the whole time that this sounds like an alt version of Hannah Montana. 

“Night Crawling” (feat. Billy Idol)

A: Miley Cyrus and Billy Idol conjured a camp, eighties-loving song, following the new pop pattern of drawing from a synthy era. Billy Idol’s voice sounds a bit austere over the high-production track. It’s glossy without any of the prized imperfections of punk music. The melody, again, is predictable, and the lyrics don’t save the track either. Miley’s rasp shines in the last chorus though as she ad-libs with Idol. Knowing how experimental and innovative she can be from her psychedelic era in 2015, I left this track disappointed. Sorry Billy. 

E: “Night Crawling” stands out on this album — it’s synth-filled, but not with the standard formula of today’s pop songs. Rather, it goes back to the roots of synthpop with a definite 1980s style. Miley’s gritty vocals throughout the song stand in stark contrast to the smooth sounds of the synth, making for a unique texture that is rare on the more produced side of new-wave and punk. Billy Idol, who led England’s punk scene in the 1970s as a member of Generation X and rocked multiple generations with “Rebel Yell,” is the perfect collaborator for this song. This connection alone brings Cyrus more credibility in the world of punk rock, something that will be valuable to her if she continues her new direction into rock.

“Bad Karma” (feat. Joan Jett)

A: Yes! The nearly-moaned vocals that surrounded the track feel strange in an exciting, sexy way. Her lyrics are unadulterated, admittance gleaming: “I’ve always picked a giver ‘cause I’ve always been the taker / I’d rather just do it, then I’ll think about it later.” The chorus feels classic eighties rock yet nuanced. Joan Jett’s voice is punk distilled, crowning the track. Their voices on one track, singing these brutally honest lines, is modern punk rock by women. 

E: Cyrus and Joan Jett, punk music extraordinaire, both have histories of feminist activism and stand as notoriously powerful females in their respective genres. In 2015, Cyrus gave the induction speech for Jett’s induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Here, they come together again for a head-banging anthem. In the same manner as “WTF Do I Know,” “Bad Karma” starts out with just a minimalistic backing beat and grunting “uh huhs.” The chorus hints at a bit of country twang in the way Cyrus sings words like “say” and “heart,” which is a quality not usually heard in this genre but is refreshing. Perhaps her country roots will be how Cyrus redefines punk for herself on later albums. This song is not a hard-rocking track; instead, its power comes in the potential energy that explodes in the bridge when she sings “I don’t give a fuck, I don’t believe in love.” In my opinion, this is the best track on the album. It’s unique and radiates a certain energy that brings us back to the early days of feminist punk.

“Golden G String”

A: I’m not fond of the ballads on this record, but “Golden G String” glitters with tongue-in-cheek lyrics and a cutesy melody, swinging up and down like a good conversation, moments of glee and moments of blue. “Golden G String” is an ode to the judgmental media world, their ignorance of depth. Miley sings with love about her wild nature and owning her powerful personality, but admits she is still growing, trying to work it out. The instrumental blooms gradually, synths appearing and drawing back. Moments of this song are just Miley and a soft, electric piano. She mentions a “place” in the chorus, and wishing to walk away, but decides on staying – this is the world that her art can flourish in, and Miley makes peace with the press. 

E: Though Plastic Hearts may be too abundant with ballads, “Golden G String” stands as an emotional song with poignant lyrics. Cyrus sings of her struggles with the media shaming her sexuality, with lines like “There are layers to this body / Primal sex and primal shame / They told me I should cover it / So I went the other way.” She laments that we live in a man’s world where they “hold all the cards,” but even in the title of the song, Cyrus uses her sexuality as her power. It’s her own, and no one can take that from her no matter how hard they may try to tame her. In fact, 2020 marks “Can’t Be Tamed”’s tenth anniversary. 

Plastic Hearts Full Tracklist 


Takeaways

A: Even though I found this record rather over-produced, the lyrical content is resplendent with Miley’s honesty. She makes her art with unfettered love and expression. Her voice and words are punk, but the instrumentals and melodies are not. Perhaps we shouldn’t label her; such complex and colorful personalities don’t need to be shoved into an easy-to-read archetype. She is a pop star that transforms, evolves, and creates albums when she feels anew. 

E: Like most albums, Plastic Hearts is a mixed bag, this one being of innovative 80s-inspired tracks and other songs that prove nothing more than forgettable. She caters a bit too hard to pop fans before easing them into her rock side, though this album may in the future stand as a purely transitory time. The collaborative tracks with Dua Lipa, Joan Jett, Billy Idol, and Stevie Nicks are the highlights of this album and are remarkable songs that bridge generations. Plastic Hearts may not be Cyrus’s best album, but it’s an exciting and pivotal moment in her career. If nothing else, it shows how diverse Miley’s musical endeavors can be and establishes her rightful place in the punk rock scene.

Feminist Punk, Rewritten

Vivian Goldman’s new book, Revenge of the She-Punks, which boasts dozens of tales from Goldman’s experiences as a journalist in the early punk scene, offers a refreshing female-centered take on the evolution on punk.

Punk music presents a history of white, working-class males rebelling against authority through brash music and controversial messages. This genre exploded in the late 1960s in London and New York City, and while it is easy to reduce it to a homogenous, angry genre that disappeared in 1978 when U.K. punk band Crass declared punk to be dead, punk still thrives today in spaces where youth rally for change in their communities. New punk scholarship offers a more globalized view of the genre, one that often deals with identity within the scene. In Vivien Goldman’s new book, Revenge of the She-punks: A Feminist Music History from Poly Styrene to Pussy Riot, Goldman further refashions the narrative of punk identity and bridges the gap between academic scholarship and rock journalism through tracing the triumphs and struggles of female-fronted punk bands.

Goldman subverts gender stereotypes from the beginning and discusses in the introduction, aptly named “Womanifesto,” the impact of punk on her own life. After an opening quote from an article that she had written forty years prior in Sounds, a U.K. pop/rock publication, Goldman opens the book stating, “It all began with glitter.” A first read of this quote captures the audience’s attention, but seems odd in a feminist-angled book, as likening women to glitter seems stereotypical at best. That initial reaction makes the quote all the more effective, as Goldman immediately subverts that gender stereotype with the subject of this opening paragraph: David Bowie. Bowie, the international superstar most known for his contributions to glam rock, inspired Goldman’s music tastes from a very young age. She followed this love for music and went on to cover the initial exposure of punk rock in the U.K. as a journalist before becoming an adjunct professor at New York University.

Within the first page, she presents her impressive resume of engagement with the punk music scene. She states that “music has been [her] dance partner throughout life… waltz[ing]” through roles such as “press officer, journalist, author, songwriter, singer, producer, club-runner, documentarian, blogger, editor, video/TV/radio writer, director, host and producer, and publisher.” Through a life-long history engaged not only with punk scholarship, but also directly working in the industry, she holds more than enough credibility to write this book. While it is evident that placing the book’s narrative within the context of her own life makes sense as she engages with storytelling throughout the book, the list of her various roles seems like an attempt to establish credibility. This aspect of her book reads as ironic (although probably necessary within a male-dominated scene): a female music historian needing to list her career highlights so scholars will take her work seriously.

Goldman presents a brief history of women in punk music and the issues they face before she dives into more specific themes, each of which is complete with a playlist of songs that she discusses. To motivate the reasons for the book’s title and why she chose the word ‘revenge,’ she weaves facts about the oppression and silencing of gender minorities with her own experiences as a woman involved in the early punk scene. While some punk musicians felt that they did not “do” revenge, Goldman asserts that “in the case of punky females, revenge means getting the same access as your male peers, to make your own music, look and sound how you want, and be able to draw enough people to ensure the continuation of the process.” A major strength of Goldman’s book is its intersectionality: rather than focus on the prominent punk scenes in the U.K and U.S., she deliberately “assembl[es] at least some voices of various waves of women’s punk from disparate communities and consider[s] their differences and connections.” Intersectionality became important in fourth-wave feminism but was only introduced in the late 1980s, after punk music had already been established. Goldman recognizes the histories of those who were not traditionally represented in these spaces and discussing how they contributed to punk music both globally and locally.

Self-image is an important theme in many musicological narratives but is essential to the re-centering of punk history around females. Goldman tackles the question of who the she-punks are, what they stand for, and how the different movements of female punk gave rise to each other. She first discusses Poly Styrene, the lead singer of early British punk band X-Ray Spex. When Styrene entered the music industry, identity formation was a novel concept, especially for a young mixed-race girl in a white male-dominated scene. Goldman stresses that Styrene was a leader in this field, not only for female punk music but also for defining British punk music in a broader sense. Before the term was even popularized, Styrene was an intersectional role model. Later musicians in the 1990s riot grrrl movement further affirmed the importance of authenticity in music, with Bikini Kill’s “Rebel Girl” creating a safe space for lesbians and those who experienced the negative side effects of simply existing as a woman in a patriarchal society. Goldman draws out this metaphor of Bikini Kill acting as a doctor or therapist for these girls, saying that Kathleen Hanna, Bikini Kill’s lead singer, “realized that her musical clinic was America, and her client list of girls damaged by rape, incest, school bullying, and violence of unimaginable kinds inflicted almost entirely by males seemed to be infinite.” Through stories of she-punks creating communities for themselves and others like them, Goldman holds that bonding together as females lends strength and willpower among generations.

As with most punk musicians, money and consumption were major factors in both the daily lives and music of the she-punks. Goldman recounts a time where she went thrift shopping with Patti Smith, the godmother of punk, in 1976. Smith grew up poor, but thanks to her successful music career in New York City’s Lower East Side, she had more money than her parents ever did. An outsider to wealth but also then an outsider to poverty, she wrote the song “Free Money,” which Goldman notes is about “an expansive rejection of the frugality that she had grown up with in her hardscrabble New Jersey working-class family.” Some blocks north of Smith’s home, funk-rock-dance-punk band ESG made their home in the Bronx. As young artists, they never officially signed a record contract, yet 99 Records, the label that distributed their records, financially exploited them when the business collapsed. ESG’s lead singer, Renee Scroggins, stresses that music is a business, one that is notoriously hard to navigate for yourself. While Goldman does not connect this particular fiscal abuse with the little financial independence or knowledge that women had at the time, in the 1970s, women were hardly financially responsible for themselves. For example, a British woman could not open a bank account in her own name until 1975. The personal stories of Goldman’s interactions with struggling musicians during these times create a fascinating personal connection, and though she later broadens the context of the stories by discussing the gender pay gap in depth, it would have served this theme well to better connect and develop each story with such discourse.

The best — and most nuanced — theme that Goldman traces is that relating to love, sexuality, and abuse. Whether in media or music, women are stereotyped for being overly emotional in romance and are often subject to sexual violence, a topic that has only been widely discussed in recent years. Through these themes, which she discusses as love and unlove, Goldman relays poignant stories of both today and yesterday. While Cherry Vanilla, a New York-based punk singer, wrote one of “punk’s most innocent love song[s],” and the riot grrls pushed for safe spaces for girls at concerts, punk was also ridden with sexual violence against both women and minors. Goldman acknowledges that while the very core of the punk movement was to question structure and boundaries, “some taboos never should have been broken,” and the punk scene’s atmosphere made it at times impossible to speak out against injustice, especially within bands. Many female punk bands did take strong stances against these injustices, especially riot grrrl bands like 7 Year Bitch who wrote songs like “Dead Men Don’t Rape.” However, Goldman stresses that not all bands responded like this — some took very conservative approaches. The Mo-Dettes, an all-female post-punk band, “loved to subvert leftist orthodoxies,” especially with opinions that “fighting for ‘equality’ actually defines you as seeing yourself as ‘less than.’” Similarly, Chrissie Hynde of the Pretenders blamed herself for her own rape and subsequently “was vilified by some feminist factions for her views on date rape.” There is never one side to a story, and although Goldman may not agree with these musicians, their experiences are their own and serve as important moments in both personal histories and the larger narrative of punk. Goldman adopts a feminist viewpoint in this book, but including the diversity in opinions on sensitive subjects allows her to create a more complete history of female punk.

Goldman completes her narrative by highlighting the role that female punk musicians played in protesting both gender inequality and other injustices. Throughout the book, she presents ample evidence for the seminal role that the she-punks have played in advocacy, but the concluding chapters underscore her argument that these musicians have fought for equity that reaches far beyond the music scene. Bands like Colombia’s Fertil Miseria wrote songs with wide-reaching messages of equality and solidarity, but that is only the tip of their advocacy.

Their concerts often serve as sites of mutual aid, with concert-goers donating food, clothing, and toiletries for those in underprivileged living situations. Goldman asserts that music is not the sole avenue for the she-punks’ leadership; rather, “these women all have their own front line — national, global, or domestic — and use punk as their weapon.” This punk barrier-busting proves to be equally, if not more, essential in non-Western countries where freedom of expression remains limited. Spanish punk band Las Vulpes caused major controversy in Spain after releasing “Me gusta ser una zorra” (“I love to be a slut”): not only did their career prospects vanish, one of the members was murdered. For some male punks, the punk lifestyle means nothing more than the old trope, Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll. But for women in punk, it meant the constant need to reaffirm the legitimacy of their very existence.

Goldman’s perspective is unique for academic scholarship in that form fits function: her own experiences in the punk scene serve as proof that other women’s experiences and livelihoods should be taken as legitimate knowledge, especially regarding cultural history. Armed with an accessible yet eloquent writing style, she combines familiarity with scholarship. Though she covers a long list of artists, many of whom won’t be easily remembered after reading a few pages on each, the artists’ stories serve a larger purpose in tracing the evolution of pioneers of female punk to modern-day feminist musicians. The stories Goldman tells demonstrate wide breadth, yet her overall narrative is cohesive down to the last sentence in which she brings back the glitter imagery from the book’s first phrase. “Amid the grime and grit, there will be glitter,” she writes. The grime and grit of both the punk scene and society more broadly do not threaten the glitter that is female punk; rather, the glitter is all the brighter when it stands out. The glitter shines globally in environments where people wish to quell its sparkle, yet as anyone who has ever crafted with dots of childhod magic knows, it is impossible to fully extirpate. As Goldman describes through both personal anecdotes and scholarly research in Revenge of the She-Punks, glitter is here to stay.

Spotify Wrapped 2020: The One Where I Don’t Take Responsibility

Dissecting the eclectic mix of music that represents grudges, love, heartbreak, and pure accidents. Essentially, 2020 in an article.

 Image credit: newsroom.spotify.com

Like thousands around the world, I spend the first few days of December anxiously awaiting my Spotify Wrapped. Opening each year’s Spotify Wrapped is the adult, audiophile version of running around the corner on Christmas morning and squealing in delight as you see beautifully wrapped presents under the glistening lights of the Christmas tree. The Spotify Santas have done it again this year; this time with each page of Wrapped more shareable than ever. As a music psychologist who studies Spotify listening habits and is constantly checking my own statistics with Obscurify, I shouldn’t be that surprised at my year’s musical hierarchies. Yet, as with most things in 2020, I had to step back and laugh for a minute when I saw this year’s top artists. There’s only one artist that I even like, much less love, in my top five. 

 

1. The Beatles

Before I get immense hate for this, let me acknowledge that I appreciate what the Beatles did for the music industry and respect their innovation in marketing. That being said, I hate the Beatles. I’m not saying that to be edgy; I’m not one of those people who will tell you that the Beatles are overrated. Rather, I despise the fact that they stole styles from minorities and those less represented in the music industry, repurposed them, and sold them as their own without giving due credit. They also never credited many of these inspirations or the musicians who played on their albums — especially those who helped usher in a new era of “world music.”

Yet here I am, in the top 0.5% of their listeners for the year. How did we get here? After taking a course about the Beatles, I wanted educated opinions about why I hated them. I spent December and the first two months of 2020 excessively listening to their albums front to back, meticulously trying to understand and grasp why and how they made their music so alluring to generations. In the process, I discovered songs I did love, some of which still live in my head, rent-free. 

2. John Mayer

Out of my five top artists in 2020, I never would have expected John Mayer to make that list, much less steal the second spot. Similar to my opinion on the Beatles, I also don’t care for John Mayer that much, at least as a person. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn about his problematic nature until after I stopped listening to him. He’s a manipulative male singer who has dabbled in nearly every controversial topic, from dating Taylor Swift when she was 19 and he was 31 to cultural appropriation to a racially charged Playboy interview in which he used the N-word and described his penis as a white supremacist.

At this point, you’re definitely wondering why he’s on my top artist list. I genuinely wish he wasn’t, and I can say with confidence that this was by complete accident and a bit of psychology. Right before the pandemic struck America, I was returning to Ithaca from a weekend trip to Toronto. John Mayer’s 2006 album, Continuum, came up on shuffle on my friend’s playlist. His soothing vocals dance around the soft sounds of guitar right from the start of the album, and after a long weekend of exploring one of Canada’s best cities, I couldn’t help but fall asleep. I found this album to be the perfect sleepy-time soundtrack, and for the next week, I listened to it before falling asleep. Unfortunately, this led to me accidentally classically conditioning myself into only being able to fall asleep to this album. For all of March, April, and May, I fell asleep to this album every night. Continuum is the only Mayer album I’ve ever listened to, and I think I only know three songs outside of it. Next time, I’ll remind myself to start a Private Listening session before I fortuitously allow someone like Mayer to steal the spot of a deserving artist.

3. The Beach Boys

I was mentally preparing myself to see the Beach Boys near the top of this list, but again, they’re far from my favorite band. Growing up, my sister’s song was “Good Vibrations.” She sang it everywhere. I, of course, was annoyed, as older sisters usually are. This led to a deep-seeded hatred of the Beach Boys and their happy-go-lucky surf melodies. Until 2020, I don’t think I had even listened to a single Beach Boys song on Spotify, but this seems to be the Year of the Beach Boys for me.

In March, I started seeing someone whose favorite band is the Beach Boys. I wasn’t a fan — on our second date, we listened to both the Beatles and the Beach Boys and argued about who was better. Being the contrarian I am, I of course argued for the Beatles. I suppose that makes me a hypocrite, too. Nevertheless, my music taste began to change. I endlessly stalked his 10 hour, 53 minute Beach Boys playlist (this time, I remembered to use a Private Listening Session), eventually making my own much shorter version, and realized that the Beach Boys are much more than just surf rock. “Don’t Worry Baby” became the song of my summer, the song that gave me endless hope that life in this pandemic would be alright. I’m okay with the Beach Boys on this ranking; although I never would have seen that coming, I think this artist represents more than any other how 2020 has forced me out of my comfort zone.

 

4. All Time Low

Here is the only artist that I was confident would be on my top artist list. All Time Low, my guilty emo phase pleasure, stands as not only my #4 artist of the year, but also as my top artist of all time on Spotify. I had a long emo phase, but never stopped listening to All Time Low. Their album, So Wrong, It’s Right, is pinned on my wall against my bed. I haven’t listened to as much All Time Low since the pandemic started, and I’m not a huge fan of their new pop direction. Even their new song with blackbear, my #5 artist, stands no chance next to their mid-2000s music. I may not have been proud that such a remnant of my middle school self stands so high on my list when I posted my Wrapped on Instagram, but for my own sake, I’m happy that the first band I ever loved still remains in my repertoire of music-listening.

 

5. blackbear

I don’t know who blackbear is, what his real name is, where he came from, or what he even sang before “hot girl bummer.” Yet, I evidently liked him enough for him to be considered one of my top artists of 2020. Off the top of my head, I can name two blackbear songs beside “hot girl bummer,” those being “do re mi” and “idfc.” blackbear is popular with teenagers and young adults, especially since some of his songs got picked up on TikTok this summer. In fact, TikTok is the first place I ever even heard “hot girl bummer,” almost a year after it was released.

Music was an integral part of a relationship that I had been in, and after we broke up, I searched manically for new music. I was determined to not ruin music for myself, and although I risk sounding like a pining, whiny heartbreak song here (ahem, John Mayer), for a while, everything seemed to remind me of him. Thanks to TikTok, “hot girl bummer” became the new song of my summer. I hiked alone, reclaiming spaces for myself and listening to “hot girl bummer” and “hot girl bummer” alone for two straight weeks. It became somewhat of an anthem for myself and my roommates, as whenever we’d have relationship troubles, we’d shout into the living room, “Alexa, play hot girl bummer, volume 10!”


More than ever before, my music taste is all over the place, and Spotify Wrapped made sure that I knew this. I have 2020 to thank for that, as during months of quarantine, I shifted my preferred genres from something my friends would call “pretentious and angsty” to something they would now call “an absolute mess.” Despite this change and the fact that I can no longer give a succinct answer to “What type of music do you listen to?,” I can say with confidence that I am grateful for the availability of music through Spotify and the people who have changed my music taste. 2020, that’s a wrap!

Summer Days (And Summer Nights!!)

A summer view of Route 13 overlooking Cayuga Lake. Image credits: lansingstar.com

“Don’t worry, baby; don’t worry baby; everything will turn out alright,” the Beach Boys crooned as we drove down Route 13 to Stewart Park. He rolled the windows all the way down. We cranked the music louder. Nothing could touch us. We were invincible. The Beach Boys sang the song of our summer — one that held on to immense hope in a time of such uncertainty. We naively clung to the belief that the world wasn’t ending; that we weren’t ending.

The Beach Boys released “Don’t Worry Baby” in 1964, yet 56 years later, it was the song that I could never listen to enough. This song quickly climbed to the top of my most listened-to Spotify songs. We listened to it on every drive, on every hike, on every Dunkin’ run. I felt the dopamine surging through my brain upon simply hearing the opening drum beats and first falsetto chord. There was some indescribable quality of this song made me feel transcendent. Infinite, even. Even as a music psychologist, I failed to pin down why this song elicited such strong emotions in me. I had never loved a song so much.

Until the silence came. In the absence of music, what did I have? Brian Wilson and Roger Christian, how could you mock me, singing so carelessly that everything would be alright? How could they — how could I — be so ignorant? The music that once consumed me became a long, deafening silence that eventually crescendoed into commiserating with Morrissey’s dark, complex lyrics. June’s sweet summer melodies were far gone, for July brought nothing but songs drenched in misery yet abundant with emptiness. Summer came to an end; we came to an end; the Beach Boys came to an end. We go onwards, plummeting into Ithaca’s cold, gray winter once again.

Remembering Christiane Eda-Pierre, Lyric Coloratura Supreme

Through a career filled with international opera fame, Christiane Eda-Pierre inspired and opened doors for Black classical musicians everywhere.

Eda-Pierre performs one of Mozart’s concert arias in Salzburg. Image credit: youtube.com

Christiane Eda-Pierre, a champion of Baroque theatre and champion of Black excellence, has died at the age of 88 on September 6, 2020. As France’s first Black international opera star, Eda-Pierre overcame racial barriers to pursue a successful career filled with critical acclaim. The French coloratura’s strong, agile, emotion-filled voice moved opera fans around the world. While she flourished in any role she embarked upon, her precision and flexibility in Baroque opera catapulted her into the international spotlight. Christiane Eda-Pierre was not simply another classical star; rather, she showed the world how a Black immigrant woman could infiltrate the ranks of and thrive in a White-dominated, elitist field.

The opera diva’s clear voice, her greatest strength, propelled her into numerous roles. Across a rich and varied career, Eda Pierre’s most popular recording on Spotify, with 19,046 plays, is “Vous soupirez, madame?,” from Berlioz’s Beatrice et Benedicte. Her voice floats effortlessly above the contralto, Helen Watts’s, voice, with careful ornamentation and bright color. Critics commented most frequently on not her acting, but her singing. According to the New York Times, Eda-Pierre “displayed a clear voice backed by good coloratura equipment and a very strong top.” The Chicago Tribune agreed, describing Eda-Pierre’s voice as “a clean lyric soprano with a slightly metallic edge to it,” filled with “delicacy and dramatic fervor when needed.”

Despite these outstanding reviews of her talents, other critics took the liberty of commenting on her race first. In 1981, the New York Amsterdam Times opened their review of the Verdi performances in New York City with the following statement: “Four unusually fine Black singers were cast in recent productions of Verdi Productions in the New York area.” There is no doubt that had a white person been cast in those roles, the reviewer for the New Amsterdam Times would not have begun with a pointed notice of their race, much less call them “unusually fine.” Although Eda-Pierre, among these other skillful Black singers, often had to endure commentary on her race first, and talents second, she prevailed against such prejudice and gained wide critical acclaim in the opera world.

Given her superlative ability to ornament passages with elegance, Eda-Pierre thrived in Mozart and French Baroque operas. She performed roles in many of Jean-Philippe Rameau’s operas, including Les Indes galantes (1962), Les Boréades (1964), and Zoroastre (1964). Through these performances, as well as her role in the first public performance of Rameau’s Dardanus, Eda-Pierre secured her place in the French opera stage and helped a movement to revive Rameau’s music. On tour with the Paris Opera at the Metropolitan Opera House in 1976, Eda-Pierre alternated nights with Welsh soprano Margaret Price as the Countess in Mozart’s Le Nozze di Figaro. This performance is now regarded as one of her greatest, but the New York Times’s John Rockwell felt that she lacked “that final solidarity of breath support that distinguishes great singers” and did not live up to the expectations of the other cast members.

This review did not deter her success on the international stage, however, as just four years later, Eda-Pierre went on to make her official Metropolitan Opera debut as Konstanze in Mozart’s The Abduction From the Seraglio. In contrast to their earlier remarks, the New York Times raved about this performance. “Any soprano who can sing Konstanze’s ‘Martern aller Arten’ decently is a better-than-average singer, and Miss Eda-Pierre’s accomplishments with this fiendish aria were far better than decent.” In the 1980 and 1981 seasons at the Met, Eda-Pierre went on to participate in sixteen performances, including as Gilda in Verdi’s Rigoletto and Antonia in Offenbach’s Les contes d’Hoffmann. These performances were just as widely successful. Rigoletto in Central Park drew a crowd of between 150,000 and 300,000. Writing in The Guardian, Barry Millington described her interpretation of Antonia as having “a real sense of drama and a plenitude of tone that contrasted favourably with the mechanical delivery of decoration and pitchpipe timbre of some notable exponents of the role.”

The Baroque talent’s roles were not limited to Baroque opera, however. She performed in a vast variety of roles, from canonical operas in the standard repertoire to contemporary works. These newer pieces include roles in Chaynes’s oratorio Pour un monde noir (1979), which was composed specifically for Eda-Pierre, as well as Erszebet (1983). Notably, in 1983 she created the angel role — sung by a soprano but referred to in the libretto as “he” — in Olivier Messaien’s Saint François d’Assise. Messaien had Eda-Pierre specifically in mind as he wrote this role, and she proved his instincts right. Her ability to sustain long, high notes with elegance served her well in this role, as she maintained careful control over her timbre to create a warm, not shrill, tone. Though her voice floats, it does so with depth and passion. After this performance with the Paris Opera at the Palais Garnier, it was not staged again for nearly ten years. These contemporary performances elucidate how Eda-Pierre, much to the dislike of racist critics, thrived in not only standard roles, but also stood at the frontiers of innovation in opera.

Eda-Pierre was born March 24, 1932 on the French-owned Caribbean island of Martinique. She grew up in an accomplished family that inspired her with their musical and professional endeavors. Her father, William, was a journalist, and her mother, Alice, was a piano teacher who brought music into her life from a young age. Her grandfather, Paul Nardal, was Martinique’s first Black engineer. Furthermore, Eda-Pierre’s aunt, Paulette Nardal, was the first Black woman to study at the Sorbonne, one of the world’s oldest universities. Nardal, who played an important role in the development of Black literary consciousness and Negritude, spent her professional life introducing Black culture to White elites, much like Eda-Pierre would go on to do with opera. Nardal also pursued international projects, as she introduced French intellectuals to the poetry of the Harlem Renaissance. Eda-Pierre’s home environment served as a place of cultivation for professional excellence and promoting Black culture in white spaces.

In 1950, she immigrated to Paris to advance her musical education, and in 1954 enrolled at the Conservatoire National Supérieur de Musique et de Danse (Paris Conservatory). She had originally planned to study piano there, following in her mother’s footsteps. However, the budding pianist soon switched to voice after her teacher, Jean Planel, heard her sing and encouraged her to pursue this talent. At the Paris Conservatory, Eda-Pierre studied under Swiss baritone Charles Panzera. With his guidance, she flourished at the school, winning a first prize of singing and lyric art. As one of the first Black students at the Conservatory, she had to work against racism to prove herself as a capable singer. In 2013, Eda-Pierre detailed her experience at the conservatory: “My eyes almost popped out of my head because I was like, ‘Me, a black girl at the Conservatory, it’s just not possible.’” It was more than possible, though, since in 1957, she graduated with honors.

The same year, Eda-Pierre made her opera debut with the Opera de Nice as Leila in Bizet’s Les Pêcheurs de Perles, a role she later took to America in 1966 to make her American debut with the Chicago Lyric Opera. After her first performance, she soon after earned the title role in Delibes’s Lakmé with the Opéra Comique. These early performances catapulted her to fame not only in France, but around the globe. The New York Times took note of her role as Lakmé in particular. “She breathed such life into the faded orientalism of ‘Lakmé’ that London’s leading music critic, Andrew Porter of The Financial Times, wrote after a detailed rave, ‘We must hear more of this remarkable singer!’”

Eda-Pierre performed in opera houses around the world, touring with French opera companies and earning roles in these cities’ own opera companies. Highlights from her international career include performances in Berlin, Hamburg, London, Lisbon, Wexford, Vienna, Salzburg, Moscow, Chicago, and New York. Beloved by the global opera community, Eda-Pierre took every opportunity to use her career to advance Black singers and musicians more broadly.

After retiring from the stage in the mid-1980s, Eda-Pierre dedicated many years to inspiring others in the way that her mentors did her. She became a teacher at the Paris Conservatory while continuing her recital career and engaged students with her impressive experience as a world-renowned opera star and strict pedagogical approach to singing. The Opéra Comique, with which she had performed for twelve years, opened an academy for young musicians in 2012 and gave Eda-Pierre the title of honorary president.

Eda-Pierre’s career had no shortage of impressive roles, and there is no doubt that she played a vital role in advancing the opportunities for Black women in opera. From starting as one of the first Black students at the Paris Conservatory to creating an international name for herself in an impressive array of roles, she exceeded society’s expectations. Her experiences position her as a hero of promoting global Black excellence. Her biographer, Catherine Marceline, noted how Eda-Pierre aimed to advance Black musicians. “[Eda-Pierre] said that the more often we put them on stage, the more it would end up becoming normal.” Throughout her extensive opera career, Eda-Pierre opened up opportunities for her successors, and her voice and integrity were far beyond what one would consider normal.

COVID-19, Emblem3

Despite a long hiatus, former X-Factor USA band reunites for virtual concert and teases a new mature sound.

Emblem3 in 2020. Left to right: Drew Chadwick, Keaton Stromberg, Wesley Stromberg. Photo credit: emblem3.com

If there’s one thing that the pandemic has brought us, it’s closer to our family. Although we might have cabin fever at this point, we’ve inevitably learned a thing or two about those who with whom we live. On June 25, 2020, California-based boy-band Emblem3 embraced this mentality with their first concert in nearly four years. After multiple breakups since they placed fourth on X-Factor U.S.A. in 2012, the boys are back again, teasing their supporters that this time, they might just remain together.

The live-stream opened with brothers Wesley and Keaton alongside best friend Drew laughing amongst each other. For fans of Emblem3, it’s like coming home. Their wide, easygoing smiles can recapture any former fan’s heart, drawing them back into the music that they screamed for hours into a hairbrush from their childhood bedroom. Their then-teenage fans are now well into their twenties, yet they filled the chat feature with digital messages akin to the screams of young fangirls. For some, this is the nostalgic escape that they need to leave the confines of quarantine and be transported back to a packed venue of teenage girls and their reluctant parents.

The passion in the boys’ eyes shined when they performed older songs from their peak in the mainstream. They opened the concert with “Reason,” a song from their 2014 album, Songs From the Couch, Vol.1., which Drew later explained they wrote after being fired from Subway at age eighteen. Wesley’s harmonies may be imperfect, but that’s part of the charm of the band. They’re carefree skateboarder/surfer boys from California who play music for the sake of playing music.

Their freewheeling attitude sustained through the concert, but the band demonstrated a newfound maturity with new songs that they sandwiched between old classics. Unreleased songs like “Lightning in a Bottle” showcased an acoustically rich side to the band that seems far-removed from the pop-reggae of their past. No longer do they rely on four chord electric guitar solos and syncopation to drive their music; their new songs feature unplugged sounds and intricate guitar finger-work. Despite the apparent juxtaposition between these songs and the “California Bro” stereotype in which they have indulged, this move is unsurprising. The effortless directional shift echoes Wesley’s sentiment from an early X-Factor interview: “The other boy bands… I see them just like ‘I wanna be a star,’ Ya know? I’m like dude, just be a musician.”

Emblem3 ended the concert with the song that started it all: “Sunset Boulevard.” As one of the few bands that made it to Hollywood on X-Factor after performing an original piece, the band recognizes the nostalgia that this song brings to fans. Melding together old material with new harmonies and ending on a riff that induced great frisson in me, the boys gracefully reinvented their signature song. Like a perfect concluding paragraph, “Sunset Boulevard” highlighted the energy of the concert and left viewers excited for the next chapter. Quarantine may have forced us into the confines of our childhood homes, but Emblem3 shows us that family bonding leads old passions to burn all the stronger.

A New Beginning, or the End of Everything?

On her new EP, Noah Cyrus’s maturity shines through, illuminating struggles from which she has recovered and encapsulating the uncertainty of a lonely pandemic.

Noah Cyrus’s 2020 EP, The End of Everything, offers an intimate view of her personal life.

In the midst of a global pandemic with no apparent end in sight, it’s difficult to feel any semblance of hope for the future, or at least the near future. Socially-distanced outings, businesses reopening with limited capacities, and our inevitable marriage-like unions with Zoom events feign some sense of normalcy, but we’ve all questioned if, and when, we would ever again see someone’s smile or feel the crisp fall breeze against our tired eyes during morning strolls. The small aspects of pre-pandemic life that we failed to notice before have become simple memories under the sense of doom we all feel in the core of our being. Is this the end of everything, or at least life as we know it? How do we act as normal teenagers during this unprecedented time, especially while experiencing heartbreak and loneliness? Noah Cyrus, a triple-threat singer, songwriter, and actress, tackles these questions on her 2020 EP, The End of Everything.

Released on May 15, 2020 in the height of lockdown restrictions, The End of Everything grapples with hopelessness, loss, and doubts about self-worth  — feelings that we have all struggled with as of late. Although most, if not all, of these songs were written before the pandemic, her timely release of the album offers a comforting view of the sadness and changes that come with teenage years and becoming a young adult. Combining the fragile vocal style of Billie Eilish with joyous gospel harmonies and the smooth Southern country sound of sister, Miley, and father, Billy Ray, Noah Cyrus has successfully created her own voice. Without even listening to the lyrics of her songs, the emotions pour down like rain on a cool spring day. The minimalist piano accompaniment draws attention to Cyrus’s delicate yet powerful voice on the album’s eight tracks, creating a tragically beautiful and intimate narrative.

The album opens with four soft, pregnant minor piano chords that set a somber mood for “Ghost” before Cyrus’s vocals even come in. When she does enter, she maintains the mysterious and heavy ambience with dynamic swells and decrescendos. Cyrus ends most sentences with a soft whisper that almost cries out for help, deceiving us into thinking that this ballad will end in a quiet stream of tears. Cyrus then unexpectedly introduces her pop side into the song’s chorus at 0:45 with multi-tracked vocals and an electronic music-inspired backing beat. She teeters back and forth between the two moods throughout the song, eventually ending fading away on the latter. It’s a curious and unexpected opening to the album; the majority of the EP (minus the penultimate song, “Wonder Years,”) forgoes pop fusion, instead opting for full country-inspired soft acoustic ballads.

Nestled snugly in the middle of the album, “Young and Sad” highlights Cyrus’s struggles with feeling worthless. A voicemail memo from her famous country-star father starts the song. “Hey bud, this is ol’ dad, just wanted you to know, you ain’t alone, keep a smile on your face, everything’s gonna be fine. I love you.” His words exude familiarity and warmth, giving a direct glimpse into Cyrus’s personal life. We rarely see such personal touches on songs; here, it’s like reading into her diary. Cyrus creates a deep sense of intimacy in the production of the song: It’s as much about her voice’s relationship with the guitar as it is her relationship with her family. She quietly enters after the voice memo with a plucked-guitar melody and vocals drenched in sadness. With poignant, raw lyrics, Cyrus questions her integrity and place in the world, especially growing up in the shadows of her country-pop sensation sister, Miley. While life in a multi-superstar family isn’t an experience that many can relate to, most of us understand the fear of not living up to familiar or societal expectations. The repeated lyric, “Don’t wanna be young and sad another day longer,” resonates with young people around the world: Why are we living our young adulthood, the so-called best days of our lives, pining over people who don’t even care? It’s a question so many grapple with; a question that Cyrus herself may not be able to answer. Instead, her lyrics offer kind emotional consolation to anyone who may be hurting.

Standing in stark juxtaposition to the EP’s flow of lyrically-rich songs, the dreamy “Wonder Years” yet again highlights Cyrus’s musical versatility and stylistic breadth. Her solo voice with which we’ve fallen in love so far on the album has been replaced by a buttery smooth amalgamation of nearly incoherent words. Sung in a sort of Sprechstimme/pseudo-rap/soft folk style, lyrics that were so important on other tracks no longer matter here. Rather, both the ambience and collaboration with singer-songwriter-rapper Ant Clemons tie the song together. Cyrus’s sweet airy mezzo voice dances around Clemons’s smooth digitally-tuned tenor voice, building up into a zenith of swirling vocal sounds, jazzy accompaniment, and powerful cries of repetitious lyrics. The texture builds until it breaks. Suddenly, we’re freed from the encapsulating moment and brought back into the reality of slow, peaceful country roads with nothing but the sounds of an approaching car on a dirt road and the happy whistling of her melody. Out of place in a normal pop song, maybe. But for Noah Cyrus, she’s constantly reminding us of her roots. This is her story to tell.

Cyrus paints an intricate picture of love and loss, self-love and self-hate, joy and sadness, pride and humility. That’s what makes The End of Everything so heartbreaking: you can’t help but cry as you listen to her pain. It’s like sitting around a bonfire with a friend on a cool autumn evening, crying over tea about the boys you once loved or the memories you mourn. The ritual is tragic and cathartic; a coping mechanism. Sometimes recognizing your sadness and allowing yourself to wallow is all you need, something Cyrus already covered in 2018 on her debut EP, Good Cry. But this is more mature, an homage to the end of her teenage years, and not, for this incandescent talent, The End of Everything.

Any Person, Any Genre: Cornellians Reflect on Their Quarantunes

5 Cornellians. 6+ months of a global pandemic. Endless hours of brainstorming, writing, creating, and producing music.

From left to right: Nathaniel Oku’s EP Driver, Victoria Alkin’s single Better Left Unsaid, West St.’s album VICE VERSA., rubin’s single “Still Dreaming,” soyybean’s single “refocus.”

“Effective at 5 p.m. today (March 13), we are suspending all classes on the Ithaca campus for three weeks… All undergraduate students and most professional students are strongly encouraged to return as soon as feasible to their permanent home residences.”

President Martha Pollack’s urgent plea for the evacuation of the Ithaca campus came as a surprise to many students, drastically transforming the next six months as they retreated back into the confines of their childhood bedrooms or cramped Collegetown apartments. With a three-week suspension of classes and strict lockdown restrictions, Cornellians were faced with what they always wished they had: all the time in the world. Students, normally over-scheduled with maximum-credit schedules, work commitments, and research labs, suddenly found themselves locked inside with nothing to do but rewatch The Office and bake sourdough. But for five Cornellians, quarantine has brought an unprecedented amount of time to create, produce, and polish new music.

While Cornell fosters far more famous academics and public servants than musicians, various current Cornell students have recently broken into the music scene. For example, Sean Yu ‘23, known professionally as soyybean, boasts a song with more than 61,000 Spotify plays. soyybean, along with Nathan Abel ‘21 (Nathaniel Oku), has used quarantine to redefine his style and focus on music that speaks to him in light of the pandemic. Other Cornell musicians, like Rubin Smith ‘21, better known as rubin, began producing music for the first time in quarantine. “I wanted to explore music creation and I had a lot of time,” rubin said. This surge in musical production mirrors a nationwide trend of channeling pandemic-related emotions into music — a Quarantine DIY musical renaissance, as Rolling Stone describes it.

Cornell musicians exhibit just as much diversity in the genres they span as their alma mater does in major disciplines. Victoria Alkin ‘23’s poppy musical theater-inspired melodies in songs like “Better Left Unsaid” stand in stark contrast to Phil Schofield ‘21 of West St.’s lofi EDM-rap project or soyybean’s dark R&B-hip-hop fusion album, Tomorrow Doesn’t Exist. Yet these musicians exude passion and exquisite attention to the nuanced details of their respective genres.  Quarantine has also inspired them to explore new sounds and lyrical focuses as they watch the world spin into an endless positive feedback loop of chaos. rubin emphasized that his synth-heavy sound reflects “dystopian, end of the world vibes” — a sonic reflection of the heavy, uncertain days of quarantine. Oku has written quarantine-inspired lyrics, most notably in his song “Simple Times.” “[This song] is about how I feel like a lot of people feel like they were waiting for [quarantine] to be over for them to go on with their life,” Oku explained.

With social distancing regulations enforced — and the potential of singing to be a super-spreader phenomenon — singers must take extra caution when producing music with people. soyybean noted that while he had more time to write, he struggled with the lack of social interaction during the writing process. “When you’re by yourself, you don’t come up with many creative ideas,” soyybean lamented. Schofield agrees, especially since the other half of his musical duo is 225 miles away at the University of Maryland. Unable to collaborate like he does in normal summers, he has instead directed his energy into refining unfinished tracks to release on his next album, Upstate. On the other hand, although Alkin also misses the lack of human interaction for song inspiration, she has gained more opportunities to collaborate during quarantine. Normally a solo artist, she has since co-written songs with her brother while confined in their house.

Cornellians are all too familiar with feelings of imposter syndrome and expectations to perform their best in the midst of a global pandemic. That’s why music has been an important outlet. “Everything is going to shit, so I might as well express myself,” rubin said, laughing. This period has given students time to write music that resonates deep within the hearts of their peers, according to Alkin, or channel their quarantine-related boredom or anxiety into a “snapshot of the time,” as Oku describes. soyybean said that’s why he wrote his newest single, “Refocus.” Much more mellow than his usual upbeat hip-hop, the song is an open letter to himself about the frustration and loneliness of quarantine. Time seems to be at a stand-still — students joke this year has so far consisted of January, February, and 201-day March — but Cornellians once again continue to push boundaries of innovation and creativity in their personal expression.

 

You can stream their music here:

soyybean https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Ptqd6bjK9rZUr3Sy9T2Qe?si=rOLlMO_UTsqFDF22zKW3lA

rubin https://rubin.bandcamp.com/

Nathaniel Oku https://open.spotify.com/artist/7pBC4SdUjVgndLGtdt5r7D?si=WRIbka29Rhyk76dfCCAdrg

Victoria Alkin https://open.spotify.com/artist/7ivAkVcTGWXpP7BHC2nQKs?si=8Bd13ZhHQ1ubjSS9FWqMWw

West St. https://open.spotify.com/artist/1yaiG4c43WNVmOmkfQizdM?si=QHJ6csqESxK7_EtUuhIpfA