As you
might know, there’s a new star on the scene: Lorde. Not only does she have a
distinct style that shot her up the Billboards charts, there’s something else:
she’s sixteen years old, and for someone at that age to make such big waves in
the grand, sprawling international music industry is legendary.
Now, I
don’t follow music that much. I’m not obsessed with current pop/country stars,
and throughout the years I’ve singled out a few of my favorites. I only have
absolute favorite songs, not artists; my music palate is quite picky and I’m
wary of songs that become popular just because they have catchy music and no
real deep meaning behind the repetitive words.
The
first time I heard Lorde’s smash song Royals,
my reaction was like, “That’s it?” The tune was queer, different. The music
video was minimalist, with alternating shots between the artist herself singing
into the camera against a blank wall and of boys living in a grayscale,
suburban-town world. The lyrics had no effect on me whatsoever. “So, what’s the
big deal?”
But the
song stuck with me for weeks at school. I found myself humming the song on
breaks and with friends and the lyrics and tune refused to let go. And when her
fame escalated, on a bored Internet search, I looked up the meaning to the
lyrics of Royals. And the more I
began to understand the words she sang, the deeper the appreciation I felt for
her.
She
talks about how other songs depict a glamored, unrealistic Hollywood life, with
“Gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin’ in the bathroom…” and “Cristal, Maybach,
diamonds on your timepiece…” She talks about how she doesn’t really care for a
life like that, and how “We aren’t caught up in your love affairs.” She talks
about her own humble roots—how she came from a low-key town. She talks about
how she—and the rest of us—can’t afford such a glossy, flashy life, how we can
only dream about ruling our small-town worlds.
In the book industry, there’s long been an unspoken secret on why most books are
successful; because they have “real” characters. In popular books such as The Hunger Games, The Fault in our Stars, and Divergent,
they all have honestly shaped, intrinsically flawed characters. They don’t have
to be beautiful, or the nicest people on earth. They can be scarred and
defensive and weak and small. But despite their shortcomings, their troubles,
they rise above and conquer and become, in the loosest sense, heroes of their
own small stories.
And
that’s why I love Lorde.
Because she is real. Because the music industry has been so pretentious, so hyped
with glitter-dusted stars and wild concerts, with an undercurrent judgement on
beauty and looks. And Lorde breaks that norm, with her softly dusted voice that
echoes her intelligence and quiet strength. Her songs don’t brag. She has a
personality—she recently called Selena Gomez out on anti-feminism in her song Come and Get It, with its provocative
lyrics. Some might view that as obnoxious, for even daring to challenge a
popular pop singer, but I think it’s refreshing. People are scared to stand up
to the pop stars because of their status, but I think it’s nice when the queen
bee is challenged and critiqued once in a while.
The
music industry needs that. The people that look up to the music stars need
that. They need a down-to-earth role model that they can connect with.
Lorde
has no mask of arrogance. Because in the end, she speaks the whole, courageous
truth. She doesn’t just speak to us. She speaks about us, too. She is one of us.
In that
irony, she truly rose to be her own “queen” of the Billboards. And I, someone
who isn’t even into today’s pop culture, say bravo.
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