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Songs Cher Should Cover

Sandc_2Since my first thought of having a Cher blog, I’ve wanted to include a feature called “Songs Cher Should Cover.” You run into so many songs here and there that you think have that special stamp of Cher-potential. I always thought Elton John’s “Take Me To The Pilot” would really kick ass and I felt a self-satisfied sort of delight when finally seeing her sing it with the Pointer Sisters on a re-run of her mid-70s Cher Show. However, in my fantasy it was a Sonny & Cher cover for some reason. I could see them arm in arm, rocking to the chorus: “Take me to the pilot; lead me to the chamber. Take me to the pilot; I am but a stranger. Na na na. Na na na!” (See picture to the right.)

I feel the same way about the song “Best Imitation of Myself” by Ben Folds Five. Not only does the song rock hardy, but Ben Folds’ lyrics seem truly written about Cher, like those Prisoner songs back in 1979, only smarter. (I mean we all know Cher loves to shop, but I’d like the few-and-far-between biographical numbers to be more informative than she buys one in every color.

I feel like a quote out of context…withholding the rest so I can be free what you wanna see.
I got the gestures, sounds, got and the timing down …it’s uncanny. Yeah you’d think it was me.

Did I make me up?
Or make this face ‘til it stuck?
I do the best imitation of myself.

It’s a song that says both “Impersonators out there, take heed – you can’t do this better than me” and  “Everyone else, I am the master of my show; stop judging me and piss off!”

To fully disclose, I’m a Ben Folds fan. I’ve seen Ben Folds Five play in New York City and I saw Ben Folds play alone at the Coachella Music Festival a few years ago. He was amazing without a band, just him pounding away on his piano. I love “Brick,” “Eddie Walker” and “Rockin the Suburbs.” Even the line

I take the check and face the facts as some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks

makes me smile like Bette Midler might before saying something snarky about “Believe.”

Ben Folds Five also mentions Cher in a cover of the Flaming Lips song, “She Don’t Use Jelly”

I know a girl who reminds me of Cher. She’s always changing the color of her hair.”

My Dad just sent me the Tom Waits’ album Orphans. I know many pop-fans find Tom Waits un-listen-able. My Ape Culture co-hort Julie Wiskirchen said “[Waits] sings and acts like a crazy person on the subway.” In many ways Waits is the anti-Cher. He’s so anti-image, this is his image. So anti-artifice, that’s his artifice. He’s the pinnacle of rock ‘n’ roll credibility and would never be caught dead on dance-floor speakers. He dresses down – way, way down. No wigs (as far as we know) and no glitter.

I had the Waits CD once with “Downtown Train” on it. I don’t know what happened to it, which means the CD found its way to the Salvation Army store. A scoundrelish Irishman I used to date re-introduced me to a few Waits tunes which I passed on to my Dad who is now a fan. I didn’t realize Waits sang “Ole 55.” Back then he sounded more like Gregg Allman than the smoking, hard-drinking, gnarly voice we’re hearing today. (Yes I know, Allman has a gnarly voice too; but there’s really no comparison.)

I love the new album. The lyrics are stand-out poetry and the pieces are very melodious — if some of you can get past his voice. Which if you’re acclimated to Sonny Bono shouldn’t be a problem. In fact, I think if it were not for Waits’ rough-and-tumble image, these songs would be considered pop songs, they’re so catchy. The album has three CDs. Brawlers is bluesy, Bawlers is more about standards. I haven’t gotten to the last one, Bastards, yet.

But from the blues-infused Brawlers CD, two songs would be great to hear Cher cover: “Lowdown” and “Lost at the Bottom of the World.” They are lyrically strong (like her later Warner Bros material) and they offer contrast to her musical oeuvre, such as the ballads of It’s a Man’s World did. Those ballads gave Cher “a slow moment” in the overall show.

To this point, it was tragic when we lost “The Way of Love” from the set of Cher’s Farewell tour because that was the only quiet moment in a frantic, non-stop show. Just like Celebration at Caesars had “Take It To the Limit” and “On My Own,” the Farewell needed a ballad or two. We need a quiet, melodic contrast to all the lights and color, just as a visual design needs a contrast between light and dark or rough and smooth.

Plus, Waits would be a respectable choice for someone interested in amping up their rock ‘n’ roll street cred. In fact, “Ole 55” would be a great cover too.

And now the sun’s comin up
I’m riding with lady luck
Freeway cars and trucks…
Freeway cars and trucks…

If my mind’s somewhere else, you won’t be able to tell…
I do the best imitation of myself.

    

If This is What Respect Looks Like. . .

Cher2_2 So I’m eating my re-heated pasta from my celebratory dinner at The Buggy Whip last weekend (celebrating because the Wisconsin Review accepted one of my older poems) and enduring last night’s live broadcast of The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on VH-1 Classics, a broadcast reminding us that neither Cher or Sonny & Cher have yet been inducted or are likely to be inducted anytime this solar life-span into that prestigious canonical orb of proper pop music despite the well-intentioned petitions of Cher Convention fans.

Which is fine. Because it’s stupid.

That Blondie drama last year was off-putting. The Van Halen debacle this year was ridiculous. Of all the worthy bands, these ass-clowns get in and then don’t even show up or send a note. Well, recently booted-to-the-curb Michael Anthony did show up as did 80s lead-singer Sammy Hagar. But not Eddie or that other-Van-Halen-brother or the glutton-for-attention David Lee Roth? Where was he? Did Eddie threaten to not let him come back into to the Van-fold if he dared show up alongside Sammy? Is this tomfoolery all over the latest Van-melodrama regarding long-time player Michael Anthony who got replaced on the tour by Eddie’s 15-year old son Wolfgang by Valerie Bertinelli?

No, this isn’t like the time Elijah played on the Love Hurts Cher tour. Micahael Anthony is a beloved founding member of Van Halen. This is despotic nepotism!

Sammy and Michael tried to recreate the magic with “Why Can’t This Be Love” and the help of every-musician’s friend Paul Shaffer among others; but without that iconic sound of Eddie, it sucked. I love Sammy but his performance was lackluster. They looked embarrassed. The whole show was cringe-making with its long pauses between performances which were filled with heckling  from the crowd and film clips of vintage Hall of Fame induction performances from years past with the likes of B.B. King and Eric Clapton, in other words past inductees with a bit of class and reverence for something beyond their navels.

So now Eddie’s in rehab and the civil war between him and all his long roster of former band-mates continues. Yawn. Can I see the next vintage Hall of Fame performance now? Ah, that’s it: Prince playing “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” with Tom Petty. It’s as if the Hall of Fame is saying “Now here is a real guitar genius eccentric…who puts out!” Prince kills us with a performance full of flair and dexterity and then maddeningly prances off the stage like an arrogant elf. I love him! I hate him!

Ronnie Spector of The Ronettes was also inducted. Remember Cher wrote the introduction to Spector’s autobiography and these gals used to pal around when both were working under the banner of Phil Spector. Cher also sang back-up on the iconic Wall-of-Sound recording “Be My Baby”. The autobiography of the same title is a must read for Ronnie’s take on the early punk/folk version of Cher and to understand what life was like behind that Wall…speaking of irrational eccentrics.

At the end of the show, all the inductees convened to sing a ditty, including Grandmaster Flash, Ronnie herself, two-fifths of Van Halen, and Patti Smith looking homeless as usual – which is fine because she’s an auteur and all…but why are her teeth so icky?? She would make a good ghost-of-rock-tours-past in one of Eddie Van Halen’s hallucinogenic drug episodes.

I’m frustrated with the rock canon right now and so I’m going to go buy the newly issued Cher dance mix collection, which includes remixes of “Dark Lady” and “Bang Bang [Return to the Five & Dime Mix]” which is sure to ensure Cher will continue to be snubbed from any future R&R HOF inductions to come. Darn it all.

   

More iPod-Inspired Feminist Ponderings

77allmanandwoman_sOh dear January, where have you gone. My lame excuses for my blog absences include: a bad cold I caught while making a five-hour drive to find out if my little 2-year old dog friend, Edgar, would like the snow in Mammoth, California; getting bogged down with cleaning my office; and a new job offer. I’m just now getting into the swing of things again with Ape Culture, I Found Some Blog and Cher Scholar. In the meantime, lots of Cher news has gone by my desk. Malibu caught on fire, (Cher’s house was spared, Suzanne Somers’ wasn’t), Cher sold a Palm Springs house, war protests, and yahoo fan posts about Cher pics in The Tabloid That Shall Not Be Named. Were they doctored photos? Also, there were rumblings about what may be going on with Cher headlining in Vegas is 2008? I also just got my new Deadsy CD in the mail. So many things to write about.

Today, I checked the official fan club and it’s still in lock down. I’ve been attempting to join since October 15 of last year (without bothering to email anybody at the site, mind you). I wonder if they are beyond having technical issues with the site. I did read their pretty extensive legal Terms and Conditions a while back. Maybe the issue is one of a legal nature. Or maybe they’re having issues with their Official status. I haven’t heard any news about the situation on the fan posts. Hmmm. It’s a mystery for this lazy detective.

Mansworld_1 As I was loading all my Cher songs onto my iPod this month (584 Cher songs out of 2951), I did stop to ponder the feminist juxtaposition of two album covers, the cover for Allman & Woman’s Two the Hard Way (1977) and Cher’s It’s a Man’s World (1996) almost 20 years later. The first cover would make feminist cringe and the other would cheer them up a bit. We go from a Surrendered Wife looking pose to something calmly empowering yet defiantly feminine. The Man’s World photo alludes to the power of Eve and the power of women, a subject covered in the James Brown (RIP) It’s a Man’s World title track. A pretty swell evolution… of sorts.
 

No Respect

BonographI’ve been talking a lot about Cher getting her due respect in the rock community; but as I was uploading all my CDs into my iPod, I came across the 1991 Sonny Bono tribute album Bonograph and it occurred to me something needed to be said about Sonny Bono and the respect he’s never received for some of his better songs. He did write his share of duds and chucklers – really dated material with dorky 60s hipster lyrics. Some more painfully off the mark than others. But he also wrote some clean, moving extended metaphors. I wrote about his whole western motif in the first Cher zine. So I’m glad this CD was made although it’s full of bands that never came to much.

Needles and Pins by Flat Due Jets – Is not quite what I want from the song. The Searchers version was irritatingly happy. Cher’s cover sings it with bass and pathos. The Ramone’s sing it like The Searchers – with that crazy "pinzah" word – but Joey Ramone also taps into something he Searchers don’t – the misery of the song – Cher and Joey Ramone get it.

Laugh at Me – tortured but messy even in Sonny’s version. Otis Ball improves it a bit and ends with a rockin ode to I Got You Babe.

Baby Don’t Go by Charlie Chestermann and The Harmony Rockets – I really like the Sheryl Crow/Dwight Yoakam remake of this – a song I’ve never really liked. This remake is a whiny, harmonica-laden version.

Koko Joe by Ben Vaughn – This is quite an impressive early dig-out that pre-dates Cher. It sounds very dated but interesting in it’s reinterpretation.

Bang Bang by The Frampton Brothers – a silly remake. Lots of covers have been made of this song, including haunting versions by Nancy Sinatra and Stevie Wonder.

Magic in the Air by The Wishniaks – Some these songs are one-step more deadpan than Cher’s renditions if that is even conceivable.

The Beat Goes On –  This is actually a fun boppin version by The Spuds. A cute sax part runs through it. Sure makes Britney Spears’ version sound like a dud. It’s no Herbie Mann, however. Check out iTunes for that.

Our Last Show by Scott McCaughey – better than Sonny’s version. More touching for some reason. You could almost see Gwen Stefani singing it, too.

I Got You Babe – Have you heard The Dictator’s version? I’m sure you’ve heard Cher’s own remake with Beevis and Butthead. Tiny Tim, Etta James, UB40 with Chrissie Hynde? This is the The Cynics take on it. Yeah… I’ve never really heard a bad version.

My Best Friend’s Girl is Out of Sight by Agitpop– This song isn’t a horrible as it sounds like it might be. The original or the cover.

It’s the Little Things by The Skeletons – The best cover in the set. They really bring the song to life.

I Look For You by Peter Holsapple – a deep catalog choice and a nice track with a good contemplative guitar.

You Better Sit Down Kids by What Else – Ick. Trying too hard to not try too hard. This is the only one I fast forward through.

I Just Sit There by Young Fresh Fellows – Sonny trying to be Psychedelic? Young Fresh Fellows make it work. At 10 minutes I think this song is almost 3 minutes shorter than the original. There’s the funny coffee outro, as well.

It’s Gonna Rain by Pink Slip Daddy – This was almost the single instead of I Got You Babe? I can never quite believe it. The song sounds so dated these days. This version is long and repetitive. And Pink Slip Daddy can’t match the funkitude of Sonny & Cher’s old version.

Pammie’s On a Bummer – by The Jimmy Silva Sextet – Headache-inducing intro, outro and everything elso. This song would be a challenge to improve.

Sonny’s message on the liner notes make me wonder if he wasn’t worried these artists were making fun of him with this tribute. He’s so reserved. I don’t think they were, however. There are not, for the most part, kitschy versions. But it is interesting to see how Sonny is always saddled with an association to Cher. Even this CD’s subtitle references her: “Sonny Gets His Share.” Very punny. I miss some of his better, 70s material: ‘Classified 1A,” “Somebody,” and the best of all – “A Cowboy’s Work is Never Done.”

 

End-of-Year Listmaking

Hair_2It’s the last week of the 2006 and I’ve been spending my days loading up the new iPod I got for Christmas. As of this minute I’ve loaded 1215 songs. I’m up to Partridge Family in the alphabet.

Meanwhile, I’m watching TV and it’s hard not to avoid all the EndofYear lists on every channel. It’s like a manic week of taking stock of everything that happened last year: who died (Yahoo!), who behaved badly (E!), what where the best commercials (WTBS) and a random sampling of the top women in music (VH1 Classic).

Could it be possible that Cher is slowly clawing her way to the top of these music lists? Okay, it’s only VH1 Classic. Everyone keep their panties on. Who listens to what VH1 Classic has to say? I don’t know…but I was pretty excited that Cher made #11 on the list! Can a ranking near the top be but decades away? Dare we to dream?

I tuned in right as Cher’s "Turn back Time" video was playing to showcase her #11-ness. I missed the intro where they explained their rationale for including her. Did they say it was her vaudevillian versatility? Her comeback kid quality? Her leather and chain-mail image? Her sold out shows? Must know. Will keep checking for repeats of the show.

The list skewed in favor of the 80s: the bottom half included Annie Lennox, Joan Jett, Cyndi Lauper, Chrissy Hynde, Carly Simon, Blondie and Cher. The top half included Donna Summer, Carole King, Janet Jackson, and Mariah Carey. The top three were Aretha Franklin, Whitney and Madonna (#1).

The VH1 Classic message board was sprinkled with complaints about a missing Janis Joplin and Patti Smith. I myself wonder how Carly Simon and Carole King made the list as neither were huge 80s hit makers or video mavens, despite their 70s popularity as singer-songwritters. The more comprehensive VH1 list in 1999 of the Greatest Women of Rock ‘n’ Roll put Cher at a healthy #46. On that list, Madonna was #8, Aretha was #1 and Janis was #3.

The Cher yahoo group just posted a link to a poll for Queen of Pop. Interestingly, they listed Mariah, Cher, Madonna, Kylie, and Britney.

Britney Spears is imploding as we speak, kids. Kylie Minogue is more popular in Europe and Australia, although she has quite a underground of die-hards here. Notice a lack of Whitney Houston on the poll list. Whitney may be on the comeback trail but she’s still an imploded mass herself who has been MIA for a long time. On any list of relevant women of today Whitney is a questionable add, especially so high in the ranking–as VH1 Classic has her. On the other hand, Mariah’s mini-implosion has been forgiven by a recent hit record.  Cher and Madonna are implosion-proof so far. Many wouldn’t give Cher a chance at approaching Madonna’s hold on the tops spots in these ‘best of’ lists.

I say watch out, though. We’re heading in the right direction, list wise.  Click here to see Cher dance the jig.

   

Is Cher a Feminist?

Spike One night in college I had an epiphany. I realized, quite suddenly, that I didn’t have to define myself by a boyfriend and the end-game to my life wasn’t “married happily ever after.” I could, in fact, take care of myself, answer for myself, and be myself. Luckily, I had some working-women as fellow students to serve as role-models. In graduate school, I jumped into the world of creating and reading zines (underground magazines derived from old fan and punk trades). I came across the modern feminist zines Bust and Bitch which I’ve been reading for many years since. Feminist rock anthologies are now barely starting to mention Cher as a rock chick of note, but rarely do feminists texts mention Cher at all. Although she was on the cover of Bust a few years ago, the article contained little explication of her role or attitudes about feminism.

So imagine my surprise when reading the 10th anniversary issue of Bitch recently and I came across a Cher dis in the article  “Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Feminism But Were Afraid to Ask” by Rachel Fudge. Feminist Judith Halberstam, Professor of English and director of the Center for Feminist Research at USC, was asked “What is the most significant accomplishment of the past 10 years [for feminism]?” Halberstam listed a few militant feminist activities of note and then ended by saying, “Apart from that, I was happy when Cher retired…”

Okay…she made a funny. But seriously, it forces me to defend Cher as a feminist. Maybe not a militant feminist, maybe not an academic feminist, maybe not even a self-defined feminist…but Cher has definitely produced an persona of feminism over the years and has ultimately lived a feminist’s life.

Consider Katharine Hepburn again. Her parents produced a child who, by living with feminist intellectuals and activists, internalized the first-wave feminist message. Katharine Hepburn then took the message to pop culture, gave it a living context and boom! The thing was done. By seeing publicity pictures of Katharine Hepburn wearing pants (how outrageous!), feminism was actively defined. Women could see it, understand it subliminally. Although when you asked Hepburn, she poo-poo the idea of identifying herself with second-wave feminism (the 70s ERA movement and Gloria Steinem). Hepburn lived it. Why talk about it?

I would argue that likewise Cher has provided pop culture with similar feminist imagery. Whereas Madonna has engaged feminism in her life through artistic statements, Cher’s feminism is less of a pop-academic endeavor. With Cher, there is more human integration regarding her life as a feminist project.

Evidence of this: Cher historically says what she feels (however unladylike it may come across: see the swearing entry last month). Cher resists being intimidated by male-dominated industries (Rock ‘n’ Roll, Hollywood). Cher has produced independent, single-woman-supportive statements and imagery throughout her career, living mainstream feminism in ways more effective than simply writing a book about it. After all, a picture with pants speaks a thousands feminist words.

Imagery
What she wears part 1: Cher’s androgynous apparel of the 60s and her in-your-face flamboyance (via Mackie-wear from 1971 to the present) has served to mobilize both working class women and a large group of gay men because it encourages us by example to be who we are and express ourselves without apologies.

What she wears part 2: Cher’s paparazzi street-wear from the late 70s and 80s (torn jeans, chain mail, leather) also delivered a message of toughness and show women that you can have duality of personality. Tough one day, feathers the next. You don’t have to be Dolly Parton 24/7. You can walk the streets without makeup and live to tell about it.

Words To Live By
Cher’s mother once implored Cher to settle down and marry a rich man for security. Cher’s reply: “I am a rich man.” Granted, there was a time when Cher was a dependent wife of varying sorts to Sonny Bono and Gregg Allman. The 70s were possibly a big learning curve for Cher as an independent woman which involved emancipation from Sonny and their marriage-as-business, career resuscitation with the help of David Geffen (not known to be a feminist-sympathizer), and struggles in care-taking Gregg Allman (also no paragon of female empowerment; he was once quoted as saying woman have only two uses: making the bed and making it in the bed).

Ah…”making it” — so quaint, so 70s.

Certainly by the mid-80s Cher was not allowing herself be defined by her men. Cher even bulked the romantic establishment by daring to date, and not marry, younger men. It takes feminist balls to do that in a world where women are to this day seeking the older husband to take fatherly care of them.

Cher’s 80s and 90s rock singles and videos also show a strong, sassy woman: "I Found Someone," "Believe," "Strong Enough," "Just Like Jesse James," and "When the Money’s Gone" all portray a first person narrator of power. In fact, the video for "I Found Someone" showcases Cher’s 80s persona of a touch chick fighting for what she wants.

Cher’s movie roles have also been mainly strong examples: Rusty Dennis fighting for her son in Mask, Sissy struggling with mastectomy in Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean, Dolly dealing with lesbian issues in Silkwood, a defiantly single mom in Mermaids.
 
The thing is, Cher is not a 100% perfect feminist. This, I guess, is why her name finds itself on the feminist target list. To some degree it might be the overt sexuality, the circus silliness of her concerts, or finally, the cosmetic surgery. Understandably, cosmetic surgery irks feminists because it undercuts our ability to just be who we are. It contributes to the dirty game of confirming we’re not good enough as a woman of years or a voluptuous woman or someone with a beauty mark when beauty marks just aren’t “in” for this decade. I can’t, myself, blame Cher for this breach of feminism since the problem is so epidemic in an entire generation of women. Hard-core feminists may find it easy to resist even the routine of daily eye-cream applied to ward off wrinkles, but it’s not so easy for the day-to-day feminist soldiers out here. Would it be nice for budding feminists out there if Cher aged like a blues singer? Sure it would. But you can’t misapply her feminist balance because of it.

I don’t often consider outright Cher’s contribution to feminism. But it certainly irks me to see her tallied as a feminist problem. I simply don’t agree. In fact, most female Cher fans I’ve met tend to be working class men and women who respond to Cher’s defiant independent imagery. Five decades of Cher resisting pop-culture obsoletion should speak for itself. She’s a tough broad in many ways where it still counts.

   

Review of The Ground Truth

Overview
First of all, let me explain my bias: I am a peace-loving, anti-war-nick. I would be the last person to join the armed forces. I protested the Iraq war in an unlikely, Los Angeles rainstorm four years ago before the war started. To be specific, I am anti-war-of-aggression. This war for oil qualifies as such. But I am not against peace-keeping missions. I understand the necessity of the armed forces and appreciate the immense sacrifices soldiers make on behalf of a country we all love. Soldiers do what we all collectively as a society ask them to do.

I watched The Ground Truth with a close friend who has worked closely with the Veterans Administration and who thoroughly understands the VA claims process. He has special knowledge of PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) conditions and I asked him to bring his experiences to bear on the points of this movie. However, I want to be clear that this person is not a spokesperson for the VA.

It took us four hours to watch and talk about this film. The running time is only 1 hour,18 minutes. But we talked about until 1 a.m.

The Best Parts
A large chunk of the film is about soldiers struggling with PTSD. My friend is personally tied to this issue as he had a family member struggle with this disorder and the situation had a life-altering impact on his family. These PTSD stories are ultimately the most moving portion of the film.

The film also reminds us the war vets are all around us and we often fail to notice. One soldier said, “You don’t see us because we don’t talk about it.”

There’s a chilling poem about PTSD in the movie: "live wire snap" by mos def and a moving song by Tom Waits, “The Day After Tomorrow.” Ironically my Dad sent me this song from The Daily Show web page the same day I discovered it in the movie.

The Architecture of the Film
I’ve seen many documentaries; so it’s hard not to comment on how they handle their subjects. I never knew what this documentary wanted to be. And I really couldn’t see any organizing principle. The movie touched on so many topics related to the soldier experience; but nothing was ever handled in depth and I was never sure what the take-home message was for each issue.

We started with recruiting and the idealist soldier falling for the false advertising by recruiters. I was disappointed we only received sound-bites about aggressive recruiting tactics, hearsay from the soldiers. What makes a Michael Moore movie so effective is that he shows the villain caught in the act. In his documentary, Fahrenheit 9/11, we see military recruiters doing the dirty deeds and it’s so much more powerful.

The movie then discusses soldier training/brainwashing and ‘The Killing Indoctrination’ which shows how the ancient War Cry is used to fortify troop resolve. David Grossman discusses the psychological issues of learning to kill. See his book “On Killing: The Psychological Cost of Killing In War and Society”. The psychological and biological angle of killing and learning to dominate others were fascinating, but there was frustratingly little of this.

I did come to see that the real courage of soldiering isn’t the actual killing. Courage comes into play when a soldier needs to reacclimate himself to civilian life and process his war-time experience after coming home. 

But it’s not news that war is a sinister job, and one that requires the Devil’s tactics. Can I really say I watched this segment and was surprised by the barbarity of war? No.

The film then speaks about the ‘crisis of purpose’ soldiers feel in Iraq after a traumatic event. “What are we doing here?” They must know the military-shtick: we’re there to restore order and/or to preserve our access to oil, yada yada yada. You have to think this must be a spiritual questioning occuring. But is this a crisis-questioning derived from PTSD or were these soldiers truly all conscientious objectors who find the blood for oil mission essentially unsavory? Either answer is okay; but the film is too vague about this point…until the end when you realize the bulk of the participants are soldiers actively protesting the war.

Soldiers talk at length about civilian casualties, which leads directly into their issues of PTSD. At this point I thought the exploration of PTSD was the point of the film. It definitely could have been. My friend thought this segment was a good representation of PTSD symptoms and experiences. One vet claimed to have been denied help from a psychologist who labeled him a conscientious objector. My friend said he had never experienced or heard of any claims specialist who would respond this way to a Vet; but my friend did say that every organization, business, or social program has their share of bad eggs who respond inappropriately. 

The movie leaves PTSD and quickly covers issues regarding the return home and the bureaucracy of the benefits process. We end with a segment called ‘Hope’ showing the documentary’s Vet at peace rallies.

The Agenda
The veterans groups who supported this movie as listed in the credits were all groups against the war or vets with a peace agenda. There’s no problem with this; but the documentary poses as one without any agenda. The quotes and the stories featured however show a clear subliminal anti-war agenda. Why be so demure?

This war is different than Vietnam in that there is no draft. Men and women volunteer to join. They are ultimately responsible for their free choices. Some, not all Vets, have regrets about their choice to join the service. This film choses to show only vets who felt betrayed and bamboozled. The documentary does not show opposing arguments, which are crucial for any truly balanced “non-agenda” piece and are also highly useful in any pro-agenda argument: show the opposing view and then break off its leg. Ultimately, giving the opposition no say often gives them an unspoken power. If this film is trying to say the military is a bad choice for all men and women, just say it. Instead we get half-told and hearsay stories like “my comrades made these war slurs,” and “the VA counselor told me this.” It’s a basic rule of arguments and storytelling: show don’t tell. Show the evidence. Like Michael Moore, show the villains and let them hang themselves.

Most film-makers have some kind of subconscious agenda anyway. You really have to work hard to prove you don’t, bend over backwards by showing all sides.

The film ends with Camilo Mejia, who served in prison for his objections to the war, asking soldiers to risk jail time and conscientiously object by dissenting given orders. These are the final words of the film.

The End Tragedy
Personally, I respect what Camilo did. But to place this as the take-home message of the entire film was chilling. Asking soldiers to bulk all that training/brainwashing they’ve gone through (which is necessary for their very survival) and then object? Why put the final burden on the soldier to dissent? Why add more stress on him? Why put this on their souls as well?

Why not lay the responsibility where it truly deserves to be placed: with us. It is ultimately our responsibility as citizens to a) prevent these kinds of wars of aggression from happening and  b) to get them resolved quickly when they start. Congress, Congress, Congress: we elect them, we pressure them, we protest their policies. We educate ourselves on the issues. Start with experts in the Middle East crisis. I’d like to take this opportunity to plug the books on Iraq by a professor at my alma matter, Sarah Lawrence, Fawaz A. Gerges.

I can see why the military wouldn’t want to distribute this film, beyond being legally prevented from doing so. It’s like asking General Motors to distribute a message to their employees about quitting and going to work for Toyota. Wrong or not, why expect them to self-sabotage? But also, the final take home message just isn’t fair. It victimizes the soldier all over again by making it his problem to stop the war. Indirectly, we can then blame him all over again when he can’t object and the war continues.

Claims About VA Claims
The real reason I wanted my friend to watch this film in the first place was to evaluate the claims about the VA. My friend works 6 days a week for vets and knows the VA process. Many claims processors are vets themselves who care about the Vet’s claims and are committed to getting money out to them.

The VA problem is two fold: the system is swamped with claims and the U.S. Congress sets the laws on vet disabilities which the VA is bound to follow. When a new kind of ailment arises, my friend admits the delay in benefits sucks; but regulations are set by Congress and it takes them sometimes years to approve new benefits. Add to this the fact that laws are sometimes complicated. It’s easy for a vet to hear something and get confused.

This is where The Ground Truth is at its weakest. Presenting Vet’s hearsay on the claims process just spreads misinformation and exacerbates the suffering. False facts also weaken the validity of the film. Michael Moore would have secured the impossible interview and talked to a representative at the VA.

My friend weighs in on these pieces of misinformation:
-It’s not true that vets must claim all their problems within in 2 years. They can file at any time. It may take years for their ailments to surface.

-It’s not true that the VA diagnoses Vets as bi-polar to avoid making awards for PTSD. The VA can’t deny a claim unless every means has been made to identify the PTSD cause as service related. Some Vets were angry having been diagnosed as bi-polar or with behavioral disorders. You can still have PTSD and get compensation, even if you are diagnosed as bi-polar. One diagnosis doesn’t officially negate the other.

-It’s not true that the VA holds up claims waiting for vets to go back into battle or die first. However, it is true that the VA is swamped and inefficient. And adjusters suffer their own internal frustrations with the bureaucracy.

My friend and I agreed a more useful documentary would show the VA claims experience from all sides, explore why it takes so freakin long to get claims resolved so Congress will let the VA hire more adjusters.

Conclusions
The film did a disservice to vets by reinforcing myths about the VA. These factual errors also raise questions about the film’s thoroughness. When you choose to showcase certain comments which the film makes no attempt to verify, it looks not only like an agenda-film but a lazy one.

As for PTSD, my friend says it’s only been in last five years that soldiers are being treated for this disorder at all. Clearly there’s more to do, but the strides have been immense. Much more information is now available to help Vets and their families recognize the symptoms.

If this film makes you appreciate PTSD issues more, it’s worth watching. If the intent of the film was simply that, we could have gone deeper and ended on a more helpful action item. One solder did gave one piece of practical advice: “I’d rather hear Welcome Home than Thank You.”

That said, a really balanced piece about the whole Vet experience would have shown more sides and more soldiers speaking on all issues raised. The film hand-picked soldiers with PTSD and soldiers with lingering anti-war feelings – a small and absolute sample slanted to an anti-war agenda. Time Magazine calls the film implicitly anti-war – which is fine. So why pretend otherwise?

This is not to take anything away from those who are supporting the movie. These are just my opinions. I find the film important in some areas, but essentially an imperfect thing. I do feel strongly that the final take-aways should be these:

To Soldiers: apply for benefits at any time. Mistakes happen. You may get a bad claims specialist. You may have to appeal a ruling. It’s worth trying. It will take a long time; but there are many people at the VA who will exhaust every avenue to get you money. There are also veteran’s outreach groups out there who will help you navigate the VA process so you don’t have to do it alone.

To Non-Soldiers: Are you willing to pay more taxes to get claims processed faster? You should vote that way. Call your congressmen.  Ask them to evaluate the claims process. Get active. Protest the war or offer solutions. All hands on deck.

More Poems About the War Experience
Here, Bullet Poems by Brian Turner

   

Masters of War

Groundtruth_3So while the Cher fan club is still in lock down, I make a different kind of Cher-related purchase today. I bought a copy of the documentary “The Ground Truth: After the Killing Ends.” News reports this week have Cher promoting this documentary, trying to get 5,000 copies into the hands of active US soldiers abroad.

Patricia Foulkrod made the film about the soldier experience from recruitment to discharge, in particular—about the difficult experience of returning home from Iraq.

Allegedly the US military has prevented Cher’s distribution efforts to soldiers. I forwarded these reports and a film review to a close friend of mine who has worked closely with the Veterans Administration office in Los Angles and is well trained in the claims process.

We’re going to watch this documentary so we can have a heated debate for the benefit of all Cher scholars. We’ve already discussed the issue of the distribution block. The problem might be due to the fact that the US government is unable to accept any kind of gift distributions or perceived political distributions of any kind by law, whether positive or negative. They can’t even accept free tickets to pro-vet events. I’ll debate this and other issues raised in the movie concerning possible gaps in benefits for returning soldiers and other perceptions about VA support.

If the military believes the documentary is an activist piece, many reviewers do not. Christopher Cambell says the film tries to be apolitical: “…to think of the film primarily in terms of politics would be unfair to its subjects, the vets who are simply looking for an outlet.” Read the full review.

Here is a synopsis of major reviews to date on the film which have mostly been good:
http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/the_ground_truth/

You can order a copy for yourself here: http://thegroundtruth.net/. Ten percent of the proceeds go to another project Cher is passionate about: Operation Helmet.

This week I also received a Cher care-package from fellow Cher scholar Robrt Pela: a home-made bootleg of the unreleased Cher album from 1968, “Backstage.” Cher recorded a smattering of anti-war songs back in the 60s during the Vietnam War era (mostly Dylan-covers), but my favorite was the in-your-face “Masters of War.” I recently heard Mike Stinson do a good version of this song at the Cinemabar on Sepulveda in the Culver City area of LA. I’ve always loved the lyrics and Cher’s passionate punctuation of certain lines, especially the final ominous ones.

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by Bob Dylan

Come here masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like the Judas of old
You lie and deceive
This world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You can fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
A fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
And I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
Well I will follow your casket
In a pale afternoon
Well I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Into your death’s bed
And I’ll stand over your grave
Till I’m sure that you’re dead

These lyrics were found on the Russian Cher site: http://lyrics.procher.org/.

The Cher Show Seminar

Seminarppt_1The Cher Convention deserves its own post, really. So I won’t go into that right yet: the difficulties, the disturbances, the humor and the joy, the disappointments, the sorrow, the learning experience, the community, my inability to stay up past 10pm. All that’s in there.

I’ve always supported the Cher Convention. I always loved the idea of conventions in and of themselves and the Barry Manilow Convention always served as my model of an ideal Convention. Jam packed full of art, education and debauchery. Beatlefest and the Kiss Expo just reinforced that idea. At Beatlefest, there was an art gallery of Beatle-wife art, guitar sing-a-longs in the hallway and tons of vendors. The Cher Convention isn’t like any of that for various reasons. But it’s still a thing worth doing. Cher fans just don’t bring their guitars to Cher Conventions. And how else can you get a spontaneous sing-a-long to "Heart of Stone" going? Maybe someday there can be an art gallery of Sonny Bono photographs, some of which are quite good–I always thought.

The thing is–I feel strongly that a convention should have an educational component, both for the newbies and oldies alike. Ward Lamb did some great seminars for the 2000 and 2002 conventions, but was MIA for 2004 and 2006. In 2004, the educational spot was saved by an interview with Mary Anne Cassata, author of the must-have Cher Scrapbook, a fan book stocked to the hilt with great Cher photos.

This July, I ended up doing the seminar, but not for lack of trying to finagle no less than three other Cher Scholars: Ward Lamb again (he wrote a great article for Cher in Goldmine; liner notes for the Sundazed Sonny & Cher releases and the Rhino release of Sonny’s InnerViews; see also his Amazon product reviews); Jo Kozlowski (a writer from Chicago who helped me with the first Cher zine in 2000; check out her website, Cricket in the Corner), and Robrt Pela (a writer from The Phoenix New Times; check out his article, The Virtues of Chastity). These Cher aficionados couldn’t do it for various reasons.

The seminar I put together was based on the theme of the 2006 convention–The Cher Show of 1975-6. The slide show is located on www.cherscholar.com (under Cher Conventions). You can also find it by clicking here. During the seminar, I pontificated a bunch of extra blather about the show with the help of Christopher Brisson (writer, poet and cultural commentator) and Javier Ozuna (a major collector who had been to some tapings of the show).

Someday I hope to post a whole Cher PowerPoint curriculum with a final quiz you can mail in for a diploma in Cher Scholarship. Feel free to post or email me your syllabus ideas.

 

Cinderella

To speak to my last blog entry, here is the full text of the wonderful poem by Enid Dame.

   

Cinderella

   

Every daughter has two mothers:

my good mother believes in government.

She loves and distrusts her house.

She scours the ceiling, scrubs the floor with a toothbrush.

Father’s been gone for years.

   

My bad mother is an anarchist.

She sleeps late in a cobweb bed.

She walks through the house naked,

feeds tramps at the back door.

   

My good mother says: “Your body is disgusting.

It flops and bulges; it has no self-control.

I must keep you locked in this basement

because your smell would overpower the city.

Boys would fall out windows for lust of you.

A young woman is a walking swamp.

She leaks and oozes. Insects and toads cling to her hair.

She draws trouble

like a pile of manure draws flies.”

    

My bad mother likes to walk barefoot

in mud. Cats and dogs sniff her crotch.

She laughs. She gathers flowers:

shameless daylilies,

bluebells seductively

open their skirts for her.

My bad mother says, “Trust your body.”

    

My good mother gives me a necklace of cowrie shells.

I think they are ugly. They look like vaginas

with jagged, sharp teeth.

My bad mother hands me

a garland of dark red roses.

They are beautiful. But they too look like vaginas.

My good mother says, “If I let you go to the ball,

don’t come home with a man or a belly.

If you do, I’ll kill myself.

    

My bad mother says,

“Someday you’ll bring home a man.

I’ll make him chicken soup.

I’ll knit you an afghan

to warm yourself under.

If he says your body smells like fern and rain-worked earth,

if he says your juices taste like flowers     then

stick with him.

Whoever he is,

He’ll be a prince.”

   

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