Living with…Lana Del Rey…for a week

“What’s that dirge?”

“Uhmmm…that’ll be Lana Del Rey.  National Anthem”

“Well. Can we have something else on instead?”

The introduction of Lana Del Rey to my family had gone as well as could be expected.

Lana del Rey with thanks to blur95 on flickr

Lana del Rey with thanks to blur95 on flickr

Cherry Schnapps and Degenerate Beauty Queens on Wisteria Lane

It’s taken six months to pluck up the courage to spend a week with LDR.  Not that I’ve been scared to.

Honestly.

First observation is of course that she is strikingly beautiful in a thrilling and frightening way.  Secondly, her voice is also striking – lower than you’d expect, almost a little husky.  You always know you’re listening to LDR.

In many senses she could be  the American darling – all looks and glamour – the perfectly produced star.  But she is also playing that Desparate Housewives game.  A perfect beauty standing by the tree of life picking the apple.  She is a Bree Van de Kamp – for all the uptight glamour behind the net curtains (not that she’d have nets) lurks the ‘dark side of the American Dream’.  At times Bree drinks herself in to oblivion, almost detroying herself.  LDR’s songs are not all sweetness – they come laced with alcohol.  With strychnine.

“Now my life is sweet like cinnamon
Like a f***ing dream i’m living in
Baby love me cause i’m playing on the radio
(how do you like me now?)

Lick me up and take me like vitamin
’cause my body’s sweet like sugar venom oh yeah
Baby love me cause i’m playing on the radio
(how do you like me now?)”

Cinderella - Dina Goldstein

Cinder – Dina Goldstein

Beneath the lush sound of her songs and sweet sweet smoky voice lies the America that it wants to hide but also loves to flirt with us.  America’s best moments on screen and music are when it teases out life behind the white picket fences and immaculate front doors.  At heart people are good but also so flawed.

Time with LDR is like being with a degenerate Disney princess while she hides away from the fawning children and has a stiff cherry schnapps and a cigarette in the bar…

Which brings us all back to her greatest moment imho…

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National Anthem

Or the dirge as my family called it

Despite that initial reaction this song and video are the best on the album for me.  Sooo lush.  The girlie chorus.  LDR’s voice at it’s most haunting and almost a motto for the Van de Kamps and the dark side?

“Money is the anthem,
Of success.
So put on mascara,
And your party dress.”

Try to catch the video. Take that great American dream, the JFK and Jacqueline Kennedy story, and gently subvert it beyond that sad and tragic day in Texas 1963.  Make LDR of course Jacqueline (oh the great dream to wear those dresses and the hair).  And then make JFK black and a rapper.  Make them a beautiful family and then re-enact.  Kill off a black president.  It’s a twist and a shallow stab at our taboos at the same time.

But it is of course beautiful – a beautiful song and video and at the end of the day that’s what you want her to be, really.  Put on mascara,
And your party dress

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So will I be back for more LDR?  Probably, although she has the ability to thrill and annoy me at the same time so I think they’ll be occasional visits!

Cinder is by Dina Goldstein Art from the collection Fallen Princesses: http://dinagoldstein.com/fallen-princesses/

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All good health?

The quest for fitness has been mixed this week.  Well, actually it’s been quite rubbish if you’re actually counting the trips to the gym.  And so only a pathetically few more songs to add to that playlist –

1. Forget You – Cee Lo Green

2. Everything is Everything – Lauryn Hill

3. Unfinished Sympathy – Massive Attack.

Next week, must try better.  This week, D -.

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