Unfortunately, most of the information we have on human social interaction, specifically boy-girl relations, comes from the pens of teenage boys and young men with moral structures so dubious that “Guitarist” becomes an acceptable career goal. When the world doesn’t bend to their presumed alpha-wills, it’s an empty mess, an exploding nothing. The contradictions stack up like dirty dishes. When they’re encased in mold and fruit fly carcasses, they are thrown away. It’s much easier to buy new dishes than to sort out a comprehensive, comprehendible worldview.
“She’s Not There” exposes the flaws of the teen-aged perception of women by exploring the mental process of the dumped teenage male. The villain (She) is a conniving genius, in the light of our hero’s being outfoxed. “No one told me about her, the way she lied,” he complains, over an epileptic, paranoid beat.
By the pre-chorus, though, he’s emotionless. He’s cool. It’s too late to apologize. Not that he even needs an apology, because, you know, whatever.
The pace quickens into the chorus. Our hero is angry, seething at the beauty She possesses, determined that that is all She is. Licking his wounds, he is entangled in the delusion that She is a shell, a pod person.
The contradiction exposes him, but he remains unaware. He’s not there.
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Man, that song is the JAM. Wait, when is the beat epileptic? Total sangfroid, baby.
ReplyDelete@Cedrock Check the beginnings of each of the verses: stuttered, for sure.
ReplyDeleteoh, my bad, i thought it was just a stagger. It's a thankless job, educating the ign'rant, music blind rabble--but someone's gotta do it, right Dan?
ReplyDeleteWhat's that? I'm having a hard time hearing you from my ivory tower.
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