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In Ayanna Dozier\u2019s little book about The Velvet Rope, from the 33 1/3 series, she gives context that I knew nothing about at the time I first listened to \u201CI Get Lonely.\u201D Janet wanted to write a personal album, one about her battle with depression, among other things, but the media, mostly dominated by white men, didn\u2019t get it (or in some cases actively went after it). No one believed a star at the height of her game could also be depressed. Those who believed it found it laughable. People dismissed the album as a failure, and wanted to talk about her weight fluctuations instead. But the music lives to tell the tale. It\u2019s fucking good.
Thinking about this album and how worthy it is of celebrating made me think about the year it was released, 1997, and all that was going on in our ear waves. That year, I transition from eighth grade to high school. I became a full-fledged theater kid. I smoked weed for the first time, in my sister\u2019s bedroom, and wrote some really, really solid poetry. I touched my first penis.
In her Brooding column this week, Kathryn Jezer-Morton writes a lovely meditation about music and families. She encourages us not to judge and fret when our kids play the Frozen 2 soundtrack like it\u2019s going out of style but don\u2019t seem to appreciate the subtle genius of Sufjan Stevens. She\u2019s right. But whether it\u2019s Elsa or Sufjan, I do want my children to feel the way I feel about music. My friend\u2019s six-year-old daughter is really in to the movie Grease, as kids occasionally are, and a video of her singing along to \u201CGreased Lightnin\u2019\u201D with her headphones made the rounds in our little circle and got a lot of views and chatter. It was cute, for sure, but what got us all razzed up was how deeply she was singing the lyrics, eyes closed, everything on the table. She\u2019s listening to the music like we do, my friend observed, like a big kid. I need to work on letting my kids like what they like, but also the absolute joy it brings me when one of them asks me for a \u201Cbiiiiiiig Whitney\u201D song, or when we belt out Robyn\u2019s \u201CDancing On My Own\u201D while biking through the streets of our city, or when my son tells me he thinks Sade\u2019s voice \u201Csounds like love,\u201D is almost overwhelming.
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