Girls Rock! and the Baby Magic
Reggy's wasn't my only rock 'n' roll adventure last Saturday; in the afternoon, I also swung by the Girls Rock! Chicago Kick-Off Celebration at Josephinum Academy in Wicker Park.
Yet another outgrowth of Baby Boomers striving to relive their youth through their offspring, as well as an example of the dreaded phenomenon of helicopter parenting, a number of expensive, corporate,'60s-centric "School of Rock" programs have sprung up in recent years to grab fists full of mommy and daddy's dollars while teaching junior how to "rock out" playing "Smoke on the Water" -- a vastly inferior alternative, if you ask me, to him gathering with friends in the basement, making a glorious noise of his own, and puking in the corner after drinking too much cheap wine.
Girls Rock! Chicago is a very different story. Part of a national alliance of similar programs across the country -- one of the first, in Portland, was strongly backed by Sleater-Kinney and the subject of a 2008 documentary entitled "Girls Rock!" -- this is a non-profit program staffed entirely by female volunteers from the local music community dedicated to teaching girls ages 8 to 16 to express themselves through guitars, bass, drums, or the DJ's turntables. It started with one week-long program in August 2006; this year, it's grown so popular that there are two camp sessions, both already filled to capacity, and both ending with the campers strutting their stuff onstage at Metro playing the songs they wrote, practiced, and recorded with their peers.
Nothing brings a tear to my eye more quickly than the thought of a young soul led astray down the corrupting but life-affirming path of rock 'n' roll -- the real trail, not the sanitized, corporately paved-over path. Lou Reed sang in the Velvet Underground classic "Rock and Roll" of young Jenny wasting away on soulless, suburban Long Island until that one fine day when she turned on a New York radio station and her life was saved by rock 'n' roll. Well, just imagine if she'd had Girls Rock!
The Cathy Santonies at the Girls Rock! Kick-Off
As a dedicated girl-power button-pusher, Brennan's lyrics can be a bit on the rough side. "I used to f--- like a sailor," she wails at the start of "Ass Against These Hands," one of several strong tunes streaming on the band's MySpace page. "Guys and girls, it didn't matter"¦ I'd always be the one on top." But I've never been hung up about a little salty language when employed in the interest of delivering a message of self-empowerment to young ears, and the Baby Magic's set ended with a bit of theatrics that underscored the importance of refusing to be boxed in -- literally. As her bandmates grooved hard behind her, Brennan climbed into a big cardboard shipping box and began singing from within its depths. Then she plunged a huge kitchen knife through the cardboard from the inside and cut out one circle, then another, and another. Finally, her arms and head emerged from the box and she flailed around onstage, howling through to the big finale.
It was a riot, girl. And I'd have killed to see something like it in my own impressionable youth.