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Monday, October 20, 2014

Wanda Jackson, a hard-headed woman? Nope, just a woman who knows her place and power.

October 20th – I think, as I was born in ‘48’, that I was just outside of the Teddy-Boy, real rock ‘n’ roll era. I mean, I was aware of it, we all were, but I was probably just a bit too young to participate fully. Not that I’m complaining, not at all. Every generation has its musical memory-chest for those of the right age and sensibility to recognise it and, for me, the ‘60’s and ‘70’s were the defining musical pathway.
Rock was (and still is) on the whole and in general, a very masculine trade. Women in rock have had rough travel over the years, always having to walk the line between being seen as either just a sex symbol, there as a plaything for men and a clothes horse for the fashionistas, or a lesbian slapper if they once decided to take control of their own image and promote themselves as a gutsy, full-frontal rocker…that might be worth further development, but not now. What I was intrigued by was the performance style of a lady who was unknown to me until about the late ‘70’s maybe early ‘80’s; Wanda Jackson, born this day in 1937.
Now, having someone perform like she does in, say, the ‘80’s isn’t so remarkable; what is remarkable, however, is that she was doing this in 1958. Thinned out rock ‘n’ roll may not be your bag but the clip below is worth a look even if only to reaffirm your belief in how to do it, that here is a woman who could stand next to Mr. Presley and hold her own. I just think it’s pretty astounding, that dress all frills and a bare midriff, white heels and a guy who plays a double-neck guitar and whose final run down at the close of his solo is done with a panache that would have Mr. Clapton going;
Hang on…can you do that again?
But it’s Ms. Jackson that steals it for me. In her voice you hear all of the modern, smoky-voiced vocalists (Ms. Winehouse, Ms. Joplin, Ms. Smith et al) all rolled into one and also realise that, try as they did, they can’t hold a candle to her.
When Elvis Presley sang, Hard-Headed Woman it became almost a threat. A threat of domestic violence if the woman didn’t toe the line, be subservient; know her place. When Ms. Jackson sings about a Hard-Headed Woman you just know she’s not doing it as an excuse for her behaviour, as a sop to the men to give her room for tears and sorrow. No, rather it’s a warning, succinctly put in the locker-room scene in the only good Beverley Hills Cop film; the first one. Axel Foley (Eddie Murphy) has made a mess up of a job and his boss is very pissed at him. They meet in the station locker room and Foley tries to a bit of kidology to get off the hook, something his captain is wise to and he cuts Foley off with his line;
Don’t fuck with me Axel; not now.
Sums up Ms. Jackson’s performance for me a treat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzJ3hiqsi0U

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