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Revenge of the radio star 12

Posted on March 25, 2013 by RevStu

Something's puzzled me for more than 15 years, viewers, and an article I read today brought it back to mind, so I'm going to raise it very briefly in the hopes that someone might even now be able to answer the question for me.

There's something odd about the chart above, isn't there?

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Don’t you ever 14

Posted on September 10, 2012 by RevStu

"…don't you ever / Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards"

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Won’t you tell me what you’re thinking of? 12

Posted on May 26, 2011 by RevStu

I'm pretty old. I also have a lot of spare time, and those two facts mean I think about stuff a lot. Far too much, in fact, because in my experience the more you understand about the world the less happy you are – Christ knows how Stephen Hawking even gets up in the morning. (Oh, right. Sorry.)

Eventually, unless you're some sort of superbeing, you come to a plateau of experience where nothing much surprises you any more, and every new horror doesn't shock, just wearily reaffirms what you already knew in your heart about the ugliness of the human condition. Every atrocity and idiocy on the news become just more of the same, and past a certain age it barely raises an eyebrow, never mind setting your soul on fire with righteous fury. You know how things are, so why keep getting yourself worked up pointlessly? Your mind is set.

But I first heard this song something like 20 years ago. And half a lifetime later I still don't know what I think about it.

Written by the slightly creepy 1970s godfathers of emo Big Star, the version that actually introduced me to "Thirteen" was the cover by US college noiseniks Magnapop on their eponymous debut album, and it's still by far my favourite take on the song. (I don't like the original at all, and Garbage's version is the only other good one.) But we're a little ahead of ourselves here.

At the most generous interpretation, "Thirteen" is a paean to (very) underage sex. At worst it's a hymn in open praise of paedophilia. The identity of the singer – whether it's a classroom sweetheart or sinister predator – is never explicitly made plain. What evidence there is leans slightly towards the latter, but either way we're talking about statutory rape at best. And if the title's inconclusive, the opening line coldly removes the comfort of doubt: "Won't you let me walk you home from school?"

(The song is often excused by invariably-male rock critics as being about innocent adolescent love, not sex. But as we'll see later in the lyrics, this is cop-out rubbish.)

The traditional portrayal of the paedophile, of course, is of an older man preying on young girls. So in having the cover sung by a woman – half of Magnapop were female – there's a twist straight away. Is this an attempt to somehow neutralise the song's evil (like U2 introducing "Helter Skelter" with the words "This is a song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles. We're stealing it back") by taking control of it, and therefore its power, away from the abuser? Or is it turning the situation round to present the hypocrisy with which society views underage sex if you reverse the usual genders?

(If a young girl is molested by an older man, everyone wants him killed. If an older woman has sex with an underage boy, most people – most men, at least – think of the victim as a lucky bastard.) Or is it neither of those things, and simply the same story of young love told by the other participant?

While the original, and most other versions, play it as a rather folkish acoustic ballad, Magnapop muddy the picture further by producing something altogether more intense. Starting with a prowling, menacing bassline and sparse reverb-heavy drums, the revelatory second half of each verse is consumed in fiery guitar noise. Where each set of opening lines are delivered with a gentle sweetness, the ensuing parts carry a lascivious yearning that borders on threat.

In the first verse the words "…and I'll take you" ostensibly refer harmlessly to a school dance, but Magnapop's Linda Hopper enunciates them with an almost-sneer that implies something a lot less innocuous. In the original, the second verse's reference to "Paint It Black" suggests an everyday musical discussion about the Rolling Stones' work – in Hopper's hands, as the incendiary guitars start to lick around the line's feet, it's a full-blown invocation of Their Satanic Majesties, and the words "Come inside where it's okay / I won't shake you" sound like an empty promise.

(Curiously, this is a change in the cover – the original pledges the narrator WILL shake the object of his desire, yet sounds far less ominous than Hopper's vow of inaction.)

The third and final verse, though, is where the song really shows both of its faces. The first two lines are spine-tingling: "Won't you tell me what you're thinking of? / Would you be an outlaw for my love?"

There's no ambiguity any more – there's nothing unlawful about chaste affection, after all. This desire is unequivocally breaking sacred rules, and the singer is openly inviting their object to come with them to damnation. But as the guitars whip up a final squalling crescendo, a note of nervousness and fear slips from behind our protagonist's mask of seductive confidence: "If it's so then let me know / If it's no, then I can go / I won't make you."

The dread of the negative response is palpable in Hopper's quivering voice, and all too familiar. We’ve all put our hearts on the line at one time or another. We've all asked the same question, and we've all waited in that eternity for the answer. We've all experienced that very same plight, exposed and vulnerable and desperately hoping for the best amid a maelstrom of noise.

But there's a difference. What the song's protagonist wants here is wrong. After all, they've just confessed their desire for a child. Empathy and revulsion fight a life-or-death battle for our souls – can love be codified and imprisoned in a set of rigid human rules and numbers? (And if so, which numbers? The age of consent varies radically all over the world. Even in what we'd think of as civilised modern European countries like Spain it's perfectly legal to have sex with a 14-year-old.)

Is everything really black and white? Can we judge the story on the information at hand? Do we even have a right to try?

Don't ask me. I don't know.

In "Thirteen" the answer never comes, of course. And that's why everyone should hear this song. As we get older, our views tend to ossify. We're less prepared to endure (or admit to) uncertainty, to have our perceptions challenged or our prejudices confronted. But 20 years on, every time I hear the song I still don't know whether it's a beautiful declaration of pure, visceral love beyond the clumsy and malleable morality of law, a sick and repulsive piece of slash fiction, or both. And – in an inescapably disturbing parallel with the subject matter – that's why I love it.

I love it because it makes me uncomfortable. I love it because it makes me unsure about what I believe. I love it, in other words, because it makes me feel young.

The world is an amazing place 3

Posted on March 15, 2011 by RevStu

We all remember this, right?

(Click the pic to watch on YouTube. We can't have it embedded here because the repellent corporate nightsoil at Sony Music Entertainment have laid a copyright block on it and there STILL isn't a remotely decent video plugin for WordPress. This is the original TV version, incidentally.)

It's fantastic, of course. But on this occasion it's not the truly awesome thing.

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Why I love the modern age 15

Posted on December 21, 2010 by RevStu

Because I never thought I'd ever see this again:

There are two reasons I'm incredibly happy about suddenly and unexpectedly rediscovering it – as I just have – of which the first is the less important.

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The Greatest Rock’n’Roll Stars 2

Posted on April 14, 2010 by RevStu

Malcolm McLaren RIP. This is a version of a piece I originally wrote for WoS a few years ago, reprinted in tribute to one of the world's great chancers.

The world would have been a much more interesting place if he'd managed to become the Mayor of London.

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World Turned Upside Down 8

Posted on February 23, 2010 by RevStu

or how one record changed my whole life.

(To enjoy this feature TO THE EXTREME!, install the excellent Spotify and click the song titles to hear the songs. Failing that, I'll just have to try to paint you a picture of some sounds, but made with words instead of paint.)

In the heady atmosphere of 1985-1986, I never thought I'd live to see the day when The Jesus And Mary Chain – musical revolutionaries, performers of shambolic 20-minute sets of hellish white noise and inebriated chaos, banned from Student Unions across the country because of their concerts' tendency to end in (sort-of) riots, scruffy council-estate urchins from the industrial wastelands of West Central Scotland – would be having their music celebrated and given away free with copies of The Times.

I guess if you're right, and you wait patiently enough, the world will often come round to your way of thinking eventually.

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In your electronic arms 6

Posted on January 21, 2010 by RevStu

Alert WoS viewers will have seen this a while ago, but as it's my all-time favourite piece of videogames-related art it's worth repeating for the hundreds of new readers of WoSblog. Once you've grasped what it is you won't expect that you're going to watch all nine minutes of it. But you will.

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