Saturday, March 18, 2017

Women Who Rock and/or Make History: Alison Moyet and Valerie Plame Wilson

March is Girl Women's History Month.

Fact: girls can do things too!

Fact: girls can't do rock and roll, or so one might conclude from the paucity of females inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (motto: "We've got Randy Newman!"). Real fact: girls can do rock and roll (some of them).

Since I am enjoying getting on my high horse (or getting high on horse), I'm going to double dip with a series of girl-on-girl posts. It's a combination of a female musical act (or a band with a female member [possibly more]) that merits* induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, and a female who did something like bake a cake or killed a guy (Laura Bush killed a guy).

Okay, this is a happy coincidence, featuring Alison Moyet as both a rocker chick and song of the day on the same day. Moyet's first albums, recorded with Vince Clarke as Yazoo, might be argued for inclusion in the Hall, but I'm not. This is about Moyet's solo work, beginning with 1984's Alf. There's nothing particularly rock and roll about Alf. Raindancing upped the rock quotient a bit, and Hoodoo even more, earning her a Grammy nomination for Rock Female Vocalist.

Her work since then has maintained a rock edge on some tracks while others tend to ballads or electronic. She also has a flair for covering standards. Still, rock...

Valerie Plame Wilson was a cover CIA operative and was/is the wife of Joseph Wilson, the US Ambassador (CIA operative) who went to Niger to investigate the allegations of Saddam Hussein was purchasing yellowcake uranium. When Joe wrote an op-ed in the New York Times asserting that the Bush administration was exaggerating the Iraqi threat, the Bush administration outed Plame as a CIA operative. As though his wife being CIA would undermine Wilson's credibility with respect to the yellowcake uranium. 

When I went to see the documentary The Pat Tillman Story, I wrote this:
I also said "I fucking hate George W. Bush!" during the trailer to Fair Game, the movie based on the despicable traitorous outing of Valerie Plame in an attempt to undermine the credibility of her husband (oh, by the way, he was right)—remember back when Bush said he would fire anyone in his administration who participated in her outing. Remember Scooter Libby. Remember that George W. Bush, war criminal/criminal against peace/bratty blue blood/former prep school cheerleader/liar, he PARDONED Scoot Libby. Maybe "pardon" and "fire" mean the same thing in Bush's limited vocabulary. I went to trivia night last night and was surprised that I've been confusing the Yiddish words kvell and schvitz for some time now (sorry all)—maybe that's what Bush has been doing. But back to The Tillman Story.
The George Bush administration are war criminals and criminals against peace. Dick Cheney is a war profiteer. Valerie Plame is a pawn in attempt to justify those crimes before they happened.

* There is a wide spectrum of rock & roll gravitas for the artists included in the 31 I will include. I feel like a reasonable case can be made for each, and everyone one of these is at least as worthy as Randy Newman, 2103 inductee.

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