When I met you in the restaurant you could tell I was no debutante You asked me what's my pleasure, "A movie or a measure"? I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreamin' Dreamin' is free
Somewhere along the line, Facebook decided that I really liked Debbie Harry and the algorithm decided I needed all kinds of saucy photos of her in my timeline.
The funny thing is, I have no recollection of ever posting or liking anything about Debbie or Blondie in my timeline. While I’ve always appreciated the inroads the band made back in the day into what ended up being the post-punk music scene, I was never fanatical about them. I have listened to their music over the years, but nothing recently that bots/cookies would have picked up to decide that I needed more Debbie Harry in my life. Especially sultry pictures (not even links to music). I’m not complaining, Debbie never hurt my eyes too much, but it seems odd. Even stranger, I apparently need to see lots of pictures of an older Kim Wilde (45+ years old), someone who I always considered more of a one-hit wonder than anything (“Kids in America” was the hit, in case you couldn’t recall it based on the name-drop). And those are decidedly not sultry, although the comments following the photos seem to think otherwise. That algorithm selection is just weird but, lately, every fifth or sixth post is either Debbie Harry or Kim Wilde, which is just strange when you think I haven’t mentioned either online in… forever?
But it got me to thinking about women in rock that really blazed the way for the women who followed and, like Blondie and Debbie Harry or not, she cultivated a sense of an uncompromising tough chick who was going to do what she wanted to do and flip you off if you didn’t much care for it and had the audacity to say anything about it. Other strong women in rock from those years also included women like Siouxsie Sioux, Pat Benatar, Patty Smith and Joan Jett. This is a time period when very little respect was extended to women in the industry (yes, even less than today), and you either played the game — the easier road — to achieve success, with your pride quite likely left in tatters; or, you risked getting no where and followed your own muse. Blondie, by all accounts, was very uncompromising — considered “punk” at the time. But, then again, the GoGos had a “punk” reputation, and I still have a hard time thinking of them being anything other than pop icons. Don’t take my word for it: check out Urgh! A Music War if you disbelieve the “punk” classification. Although… the Police were also in that film, so… But at least the Police were more experimental in the early albums.
Anyway. Dreaming is not the song most people would post, but it fits my mood more than Call Me, although the latter is more to my liking of the two. Listening to Blondie today reminds me of those strong women from the 70s and 80s and I wish I saw a bit more of that rugged individualism in today’s music from female artists. I might like it more.