Ted Leo--"Freeway (live Aimee Mann cover)" (mp3)

There's probably a productive sidebar discussion about why we would even need to distinguish the female of the rock species, but, let's face it, comparatively, there just aren't that many women who really rock. And even some of those are women who rock occasionally or who have some uptempo songs.
I mean, Patti Griffin's "Blue Skies" is one of my favorite rock songs, but Patti is a folksinger, not a rocker. Emmy Lou Harris, especially live with Buddy Miller, can really kick it up a notch, or can crack her voice superbly over Daniel Lanios-produced soundscapes, but she sings country, with country sensibilities. I loved Linda Ronstadt's "How Do I Make You" back in the early 80's when she tried to embrace the punk ethic, but that was a convention for one album. I liked Belly, but I've lost track. I loved the Pretenders for about 3 1/2 albums. I liked the Fiery Furnaces when I saw them live a couple of years ago. But the woman who fronts a rock band that is her band that plays her songs, how many of those are still out there?
More likely, Aimee Mann is the female rocker. Not that you're going to bang your head against a wall listening to her. Because, first and foremost, you can't help but actually listen to her and her wonderfully-crafted songs. And she's got a bit of vaudeville, a bit of folkster, a bit of pure songwriter in her. But, primarily, she is a rocker. Here's why she does it for me:

2. Aimee Mann sings "fuck" and its variations more beautifully than anyone else. She tosses off "fuck" like other songwriters use the word "love." But not gratuitiously; instead, she uses it to cement her jaundiced view of the world and of love. Who else starts off a CD with lines like these:
You fucked it up
You should have quit
'Till circumstances had changed a bit
You fucked it up
You jumped the gun
I swore you off, but you climbed back on
Her last song on the same CD uses the "F-word" in a completely different way, perhaps to even greater effect, as she both celebrates and admonishes the naive:
All you want to do is something good
So get ready to be ridiculed and misunderstood
'Cause don't you know that you're a fucking freak in this world
In which everybody's willing to choose swine over pearls

3. Aimee loves electic guitar. Her CDs are full of great guitar solos and great guitar sounds. Perhaps there is no band, no bandleader, with the obvious exception of Steely Dan's front men or Jimmy Page, who knows how to use guitar in the context of a song as well. Mann's songs are rife with stunning electric guitar work, but always in the service of the song. The simple reality of rock is that, in 90% of the situations, an electric guitar is the best way to forward a song through a melodic break. Mann knows this. Her sidemen and guest artists add superb touches to her songs.
I first connected with Aimee Mann when her CD, I'm With Stupid, came out. Her near-perfect, hard-to-get-released sophomore solo CD has been one of the most played CDs that I have every owned. A richly-layered songset, it wows you with every song, the word play, the creative melodies, the way themes musical and lyrical return in songs and in between songs, and, most of all, her controlled, nasal singing that is the best vehicle for her beautiful bitterness.
And, though we haven't talked about it specifically, what about her as a songwriter? Over the last 20 years, I'd say she is easily one of the top 5 songwriters in the business. In the rock world, at least, she has not female equal, few male equals. Though it must have felt like a slap in the face to Fiona Apple (who was dating director Paul Anderson at the time), it's not difficult to figure out why Anderson decided to feature Mann's songs almost exclusively in his film, Magnolia. She straddles the fence between intimate, personal statements and universal themes.
If she ever put out a "greatest hits" complilation, not that she has the commercial acceptance to do so, her fans would probably clamor for a 4-CD set. A single set of 12-15 songs could in no way capture her range; it would be a mere cherry pick of her best stuff.

One of the great pleasures of Rocktober for me, maybe not for you, is that it forces me to zero in on someone like Aimee Mann, to spend a night listening to her and writing about her, and to realize in that time a greatness that I had probably taken for granted in all those years of adding song after song after song of hers to my understanding of who she is. All artists have peaks. Aimee Mann's string of CDs from Whatever to I'm With Stupid to Batchelorette #2 (and the Magnolia soundtrack) to Lost In Space marks one of the great creative periods of American songwriting that spans the two centuries most of us know. Maybe Steve Earle during those years, maybe Ryan Adams. No one else. And her newer stuff, in some ways even more ambitious, continues to delight, as well.
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