When her voice hit my ears whilst embedding electric daggers into my chest, I somehow calmy remembered a quote by Jack Black (JB):
There’s nothing you can really do to prepare for rock. Do you prepare to eat a delicious meal? Are you hungry? Then you’re going to eat it.
I ate it.
You know, being a composer and conductor in the classical world…or just a musician in the classical world for that matter… brings with it some sort of aloofness. Something happens that is sort of indescribable where a veil is drawn, not lifted, especially in relationship to the sea of popular music. Don’t get me wrong, I’m exaggerating a little… or when you really think about it… am I? Oh I understand the reasons why, and there are many, why the Ivory Tower Musical Alchemists would think the myriad of musical merrymaking the peasantry partakes in is a little less than satisfactory. But. …and we should always say that when talking about something as subjective as this. But!
But there IS true talent in that world, and my new favorite (who isn’t so new) is Hayley from Paramore, who rails and wails like a silver siren. Her voice to me is as sharp as a knife cutting your heart out, only the knife is a feather, soft, sublime, sultry. Such elegance in her dangerous power. So much electricity. JB may even speak of her “beating back the shiny demon hordes with the power of rock!”
Now be brave my fellow listeners, put your headphones on and turn up the volume!
It just seems so easy to compare her power to that of Ann Wilson (Seattle native) in 1977:
Its funny, I am a vocalist and if I really thought about it…really sat down to think… Do I know what Hayley is adding to each sung pitch that makes it different than the countless other girls out there trying? Why am I moved so? Oh we have amazing talent these days: Katy Perry, Kelly Clarkson, Pink…to name a couple power voices (that actually have it), but what is it about Hayley that spears me like St. Theresa’s spear? No clue.
When the people come who gasp – what horror, you love this?! I’ll just shut my eyes, smile, and let the sound wash over my ears (probably until they bleed…because its too loud, lets be honest.) And, as my beloved JB said “Rocking ain’t no walk in the park, lady.”
Note: Look, I never said music videos made any sense though.