You know, I tend to
delve into the ‘deeper meaning’ of pop music more than most, and because of
this, I tend to get hit with the comment that I ‘read too deeply into things’.
And I can understand the reasoning behind that criticism, the point being that most
pop acts don’t put nearly as much thought into the deeper meaning behind their
songs, and when they do, it often appears haphazard and slapdash, excuses
hurriedly pulled together to weakly rationalize questionable lyrics.
And I guess to some
extent that could be true – I do tend to hunt for thematic elements and
narrative through-lines more than most when I analyze albums, and one could
argue that the pop artists aren’t paying as much attention to these elements as
I am, if they even consider them at all. And as much as I’d like to counter
that argument with the point that I might be picking up on subconscious
elements that the artists themselves don’t quite know the best way to
articulate, that does make me come across somewhat pretentious and up my own
ass. And frankly, if I hold to my view that the artist’s POV is sacrosanct, I
guess I have to buy the occasional poorly-articulated nonsense that some
artists use to explain the merits of their music.
All of that said, I
still believe that pop music, even at its most plastic, can say something of
meaning, or can have emotional resonance like any other genre. For example, I
recently relistened to S Club 7’s S Club
album from 1999, and I was surprised how much the shallow bubblegum pop made me
feel in a better mood. Sure, the platitudes they espouse aren’t particularly
unique or well-defined, but they deliver everything with such energy, cheer,
and exuberance that I can’t help but enjoy it (the superb production really
does help here as well). For another example, I remain surprised at how well
Britney Spears’ ‘Lucky’ works for me, a pop song that grows all the more
poignant every year Britney’s career takes another wrong turn
Really, this emotional
response can be extracted from any artist, whether they be a bearded indie
rocker or a teenage pop starlet, and I’m not one to deny myself from liking
something because of the performer (my unabashed love of Ke$ha is proof enough
of that). And sure, while I can’t deny that somewhere inside of me buried deep
down is a squealing teenage girl who is eagerly awaiting every new teen pop
sensation (saying things like ‘OMG BACKSTREET BOYS ARE COMING OUT WITH A NEW
ALBUM THIS YEAR AND IT’S GOING TO BE AWESOME’), I’m not one to deny my own
feelings towards a pop song or artist when things work. I’m definitely going to
intellectualize and explain those feelings – because that’s
who I am – but I’m not one for denying my liking for something just because of
the artist’s identity or personal life.
And with all of that in
mind, let’s talk about Demi Lovato.
Demi Lovato is the sort
of pop act to which most music critics don’t pay a lot of attention, and it’s not
hard to understand why. Like her fellow ‘teen Disney princesses’ Selena Gomez,
Miley Cyrus, Vanessa Hudgens, and newcomer Ariane Grande, Demi Lovato is – on
the surface – reminiscent of the teen pop sensation of the late 90s, and was
marketed as such. Attractive, making generic synthetic pop, one could easily
say that she was as plastic as the brand of toys that undoubtedly accompanied
her Disney roots.
And as a member of the
three who have had the most impact on the pop charts (the other two being her
friends Selena Gomez, who I’ll talk about in greater detail when her album
comes out this year, and Miley Cyrus), Demi Lovato was probably the act I liked
the least. It wasn’t that she was bad, but she lacked the sleek elegant
production of Selena Gomez’s better tunes and the rawer edge of Miley’s
stronger tracks. Compared to Selena’s ‘Naturally’ and Miley’s ‘See You Again’,
Demi couldn’t really match that level of intensity, despite being arguably the
best singer of the trio. And really, it grew all the more disappointing considering
her public life had taken dark turns into eating disorders and self-mutilation,
very little of which added deeper emotional resonance to her material. Now
granted, this isn’t entirely surprising, given the severe drop-off in
songwriting credits as her career progressed, but it does feel like a
squandered opportunity to add a bit of ‘reality’ to the teenage pop starlet’s
material.
And now Demi Lovato is
the first of the pop starlets to drop an album this year, buoyed by the success
of her hit single ‘Heart Attack’. How does it turn out?