A random memory that popped into my head from college that I’ve decided to write down in sleepless delirium.
One of my last classes for my Audio Technology minor was Fundamentals of Audio Production (I think that’s what it was called). It was an odd class - mainly because I stuck out like a sore thumb. Most of the people were obsessively trying to become recording artists or musicians - working on dubstep drops or guitar solos in their spare time. I, on the other hand, only could play music if I could train my hands to do it without thinking and was more likely to want to do a recording of a conversation than a guitar.
Needless to say I was not a gearhead and was never picked by anyone to work on their team. It would usually be Gabrielle (the only woman in the class) and I working together to try to fix EQs in the late night sessions when everyone else was done.
Anyways, one of the assignments we had to do was to pick five songs that mattered to us and talk about the recordings in themselves. It was a dumb assignment - how on earth could the 11 people play five songs in their totality during a class - and in the end I was the only one who could go (in retrospect choosing a song that was 17 minutes long may have been a problem). My five songs were:
- Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill
- Marnie Stern - For Ash
- Brian Eno - 1/1
- The Go! Team - Huddle Formation
- Massive Attack - Protection
Even during the listenings you could hear the kind of scoffs and these guys - college seniors who had to know about music - were incredulous about how I liked female musicians. And this was MARNIE STERN - she of the insane yelp and shredding! Imagine if I went with Judee Sill or Karen Carpenter or Dionne Warwick! It was nuts that they thought my taste in music was less than because I didn’t want electronica - which even then had a strong female vocal component.
That’s my story of being very confused about faux masculinity. I hope you enjoyed it. I can’t sleep :I