working in the digital age and trashy girl bands gone polished
So after all that work last night, you should be nice to me and check out all the coverage we did on the golden globes (Overdrive/Video Feature). Yes, I know an all flash environment sucks. Well, we all think it sucks over here and it will be changing soon! The flipbook that was tormenting me until the wee hours of the night is up as well, it’s included as an add-on to this article (click Jennifer Hudson’s face on the right side of the story in the “related photos” section).
Both the east and west coast teams worked their butts off to get all this content together, and it makes me wonder how many people actually have checked it all out. With so many bloggers liveblogging the event and “indie” media sites doing their own coverage, do people even bother to check out articles written by “real” writers any more? From major corps like Viacom? I wonder…
But enough free promotion for my work. On to more important things…
This morning I found my old Donna’s CD under my bed and was listening to that awesome tune – Rock & Roll Machine.
“And I don’t wanna be just a weekend kid/I wanna party whenever I can/’Cause I don’t care about going to school/And I don’t care about having friends/And I don’t care ’cause I’m a rock ‘n’ roll machine”
What happened to the fantastic trashy/jailbate thing they had going on? Now their look is so… polished. Gone is the greasy hair, the smudgey “I’ve been borrowing my older sister’s eyeliner” underage prosti- look, the inappropriate “I’m ch ch ch checkin’ it out” lyrics. No, now when I check out their site I’m reminded of Lillix, or *cringe* Sahara Hotnights. Not that despise either of these bands, they are fine. I am not expecting them to ditch school to be bandaids, and then do something awesome like steal the guitars and key the van. No, these are polite rockin’ ladies.
But The Donnas… I never thought they were that great or even that much “rock n roll”, but they had such a great, confident, slobbery shameless attitude on stage I couldn’t help but slide them in there with The Runaways and other awesome personifications of skankage. The first time I saw them was when Bratmobile opened for them, I think back in 2002, and I was like “whoah” (Joey Lawrence style), ‘these chicks are so slutty but I love ’em”.
But now…. *sigh* The glorious, grimey veil of skank… No traces remain. In it’s place is TRL friendly Charlie’s Angels hair and the quasi naughty but still mom approved Spend the Night. Sure, their album cover isn’t exactly rated G with the whole sleepover thing, but look at them! Now, I’m thinking more Connie Francis than Bikini Kill.
It’s a damn shame.
Donnas – please bring skanky back.