Credit: Mike Bertino

Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait. Women? Playing music? What’ll they think of next!? Dogs playing poker? Asians playing hooky? Women playing doctor? In actual hospitals? (It’s just a sexy laugh until somebody gets their menses all over the equipment. Bone saws don’t grow on trees, you know.) Well. It’s come to my attention that the ladies have organized a little coffee klatch for themselves to do their little ditties and jangle their little jingles and toot their little lady-flutes out in a field somewhere. They call it “Thee Lilith Faire” and I guess it has something to do with the Renaissance. And turkey legs and flagons of my lord’s finest oak-matured mead. And Bioré strips. And, of course, vibrators. Am I riiiiiight, laaaaaaadies!? Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.

This curious happening got me curious about past ladies who might have dipped their manicured toes into the international penis-party known as ROCK. And—as it turns out—there are hella of them! Their toes are all up in the penises! And they’re actually totally good at music and stuff! (Also, sewing.) For your edification, I have compiled my research into this handy, brief, and disgustingly complete history of women in music. Keep up the good work, ladies! And maybe someday you won’t even need to be ghettoized into your own cute little lady-festival. Hahahahaahahaahah. Oh, me. Actual lolz.

LILITH, ca. 1450 BC

Original member of Pharaoh Thutmose III and the Blowfish; quit “once they started to get all ska.” Played bass guitar.

KASSIA, ca. AD 810

This chick was hella into Jesus and stuff. She invented something called a Byzantine chant, which is like regular music only one million times more boring. For her troubles she was probably drowned in a creek. (Witch.) Lady-music had nowhere to go but up.

ETHEL MERMAN, 1908–1984

Human vuvuzela.

JULIE ANDREWS, 1935–present

Began her career as a flying wet nurse from space, but gave it all up (even space) to devote herself to international espionage. After single-handedly dismantling England’s banking system armed with only a tuppence, “just for the shits of it,” Julie Andrews moved deep into the Austrian countryside and began training her sinister army of Aryan child warriors to defeat Nazis through the power of song, which they did. Immediately. That’s why Nazis are extinct now. Then, in a controversial move still hotly debated to this day, the United States ended the war by dropping Andrews on Hiroshima in 1945. She would never sing again. Also, Hiroshima is not funny.

MAMA CASS, 1941–1974

Proved that no matter how good you are at singing, people are going to make fun of you for being fat and having a face like Rodney Dangerfield (and not young, hot Rodney Dangerfield, either!)—EVEN DECADES AFTER YOU ARE DEAD. Mama Cass died trying to eat an entire six-foot party sub in one sitting. Her famous last words: “No, I can do it!” Let this be a cautionary tale to all you fat people: Never, ever, ever die. You will never hear the end of it.

ARETHA FRANKLIN, 1942–present

Magnificent singing career overshadowed by magnificent hat worn at President Obama’s inauguration. Doesn’t give a fuck.

JANIS JOPLIN, 1943–1970

Totally high all the time. Wore sunglasses indoors.

JONI MITCHELL, 1943–present

Ooh! Ooh! Did you hear that she has that crazy-ass imaginary disease where multicolored pipe cleaners grow out of your skin and make you go crazy until you can’t control your own feet??? That shit is called Morgellons, and if you haven’t heard about it, YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG. Anyway, Joni Mitchell insists she has it and gets really mad if you call it a “crazy-ass imaginary disease.” Which I guess you would, too, IF YOU HAD IMAGINARY PIPE CLEANERS GROWING OUT OF YOUR SKIN. Mitchell is pretty great, except when she gets mixed up with some saxophones. Ladies, can we please lay off the saxophones?

THE RUNAWAYS, 1975–1979

Most people don’t realize that international chainsaw-carving luminary Cherie Currie carved out an early career for herself as a girl-band singer (and carved great big holes into mountains of cocaine)! Sure, we all know the animalistic smoothness of a signature Currie grizzly flank; we know that her haughty lawn Indians are pure poetry; we know that each time she coaxes a mermaid’s bosoms from the soul of a simple log, a grateful world weeps in unison. But did you know she’s also something called “your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb”? Yeah. Me neither.

MADONNA, 1910–???

Made out with Britney Spears. Grew really big arms. Died.

SINÉAD O’CONNOR, 1966–present

Irish iconoclast and noted bald, Sinéad O’Connor’s career was derailed in 1992 when she went on television and tore up a picture of the pope. The world, pretending they gave a shit about the pope (what are you people TALKING ABOUT!?), got all pissed and fired her from being famous. Then, years later, everyone realized that the pope isn’t a religious leader so much as the CEO of the world’s largest and oldest and least repentant little-boy-butthole-touching factory. Then we were like, “Oops.” O’Connor, ever the classy bald, didn’t even say, “I told you so.”

COURTNEY LOVE, 1964–present

It’s like if someone made a candle shaped like a lady, and then melted it, and then stuck wax lips on the melted pile of sadness goo, and then melted those, and then hired Cherie Currie to chainsaw-sculpt the whole thing back into a vaguely woman-shaped shape, and then stuck a new pair of wax lips on it, and then gave it a computer and a child to care for! It’s like that.

BJÖRK, 1965–present

I’m not sure if Björk really belongs on this list, seeing as she is technically an Icelandic wood sprite, and all the Northern European elf races are matriarchal and thus their females haven’t faced institutionalized sexism comparable to human women in the arts. Nevertheless, she does take the form of a human woman in her dealings with men. Wielder of one ring of power and multiple platinum records.

THE BASS GUITAR, mostly the 1990s

The instrument that really shattered the glass ceiling for rock ‘n’ roll ladies and their stubby little baby-fingers. It only has four strings! You can count to four, right? Look at you go—you can even play in a band with dude musicians! (See: Superchunk, Sonic Youth, Smashing Pumpkins, the Pixies, the Dandy Warhols, My Bloody Valentine, Black Flag, Pharaoh Thutmose III and the Blowfish [orig. lineup].)

RIOT GRRRL, 1991–???

Thrrrd-wave feminist punk-rock movement founded in London, England, by musicians Baby Spice, Sporty Spice, Ginger Spice, Posh Spice, and Scary Spice.

SISTER MARY CLARENCE, Sister Act–Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit

Finally taught nuns how to be funky again. Discovered Lauryn Hill.

SHERYL CROW, 1962–present

An actual crow—do not engage in direct eye contact, and conceal all shiny baubles and trinkets.

ANI DIFRANCO, 1970–present

Her alternative hair and nose ring made it okay for teenage girls to be lesbians sometimes and other times not. Voted for Nader.

ALANIS MORISSETTE, 1974–present

Went down on Dave Coulier in a theater. Never forget.

MEREDITH BROOKS, July 1997–Aug 1997

Revolutionized modern femininity with the super-helpful revelation that women are bitches. Never heard from again.

ERYKAH BADU, 1971–present

Splendid-Dictator-for-Life of Neo-Soul, Erykah Badu has fornicated with both Andre 3000 and Common. She recently created controversy when she took her clothes off at the JFK Got Shot Place in downtown Dallas in front of a bunch of people who apparently do not possess human breasts and bottoms. When concerned parents—who were just trying to enjoy a wholesome afternoon thinking about the spilled brain matter of a president—were all, “Heyyyyy, Badu! My kids can see your whole entire bottom and they might never recover!” Badu responded (seriously), “I didn’t think about them until I saw them, and in my mind I tried to telepathically communicate my good intent to them. That’s all I could do, and I hoped they wouldn’t be traumatized.” Did you hear that? BADU CAN SPEAK TO CHILDREN AND ANIMALS WITH HER MIND. All hail Badu.

LADY GAGA, 1986–present

JUSTINE BIEBER, 1994–present

Great legs. recommended

Lindy West was born an unremarkable female baby in Seattle, Washington. The former Stranger writer covered movies, movie stars, exclamation points, lady stuff, large frightening fish, and much, much more....

50 replies on “Hey Ladies”

  3. Ethel Merman, human vuvuzela! Comedy gold. But totally unfair, because a vuvuzela only blows one note, b-flat, whereas Ethel’s singing range covered nearly a full octave.

  5. Based on your description of Ani DiFranco, the blame for my life c. 1998-2000 can now firmly be pinned on her tattooed shoulders. Sorry, Mom.

  7. Kitty Wells, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, Tammy Wynette, Connie Smith; why do you think it’s called country music?

  8. If you were going to mention bands with female bass players, how could you leave out Talking Heads? Tina Weymouth STARTED the whole “woman playing bass in the band and just being part of the band” thing.

  13. I keep trying to turn this generation of emo girls on to Carrie Akre’s work from Hammerbox and Goodness. Unfortunately they will insist on playing Paramore.

    At least Evanescence and Kittie are pretty much done.

  19. Hnarfle.. “The Bass Guitar (mostly 1990’s).. You can count to four, right??”

    It hurts becawse it’s troooooo….. hnarf…

    And also: @18 is totally right —> von BINGEN!! w00t!!

  20. “Ladies, can we please lay off the saxophones?”

    Whoa, there-we’re not talking about international smoothsation Sade here, are we?

  21. Totally awesome Lindy. For what it’s worth on the topic, everyone should check out Fanny, probably the first real female rock band to have any major label success.

  29. I don’t think the tone of this article is funny at all… and I’m a man. This would be a fine article if it wasn’t so haughty the whole time. Humor’s one thing and sexism is another.

  30. First off, I was very excited to see the name Mama Cass on the cover of the Stranger this week. I immediately turned to page 29 to see what was written about her and was greatly disappointed. In a music city, in an alternative newspaper I was expecting a more serious piece of journalism and not just a bunch of jokes about great women in rock history. It makes me sad to see this kind of stuff in the Stranger and even more sad that so many people find this sort of piece so funny. Perhaps a joke here and there would be one thing if it was combined with real facts, and history. The article comes off as a piece of poorly written comedy and demeans the great women in rock history. It is a great idea for an article but I would much rather read real journalism and not silly jokes and pokes at people who were great artists. Yes, Mama Cass was overweight but does that really have anything to do with the music she created? What about taking a different stance to empower women and see their beauty and talents instead of telling them not to get fat? In a piece that should obviously be pro women, your words are anything but. I know people will say I should just lighten up, but I don’t see the point in trash talking talented women and making a mockery out of them.

  31. First off, I was very excited to see the name Mama Cass on the cover of the Stranger this week. I immediately turned to page 29 to see what was written about her and was greatly disappointed. In a music city, in an alternative newspaper I was expecting a more serious piece of journalism and not just a bunch of jokes about great women in rock history. It makes me sad to see this kind of stuff in the Stranger and even more sad that so many people find this sort of piece so funny. Perhaps a joke here and there would be one thing if it was combined with real facts, and history. The article comes off as a piece of poorly written comedy and demeans the great women in rock history. It is a great idea for an article but I would much rather read real journalism and not silly jokes and pokes at people who were great artists. Yes, Mama Cass was overweight but does that really have anything to do with the music she created? What about taking a different stance to empower women and see their beauty and talents instead of telling them not to get fat? In a piece that should obviously be pro women, your words are anything but. I know people will say I should just lighten up, but I don’t see the point in trash talking talented women and making a mockery out of them.

  35. First of all, ignore all these whiners asking “what about…?” Nowhere does this say it’s a complete list of every influential woman in music. So shut it with the Debbie Harry, Karen O complaints.

    Secondly Lindy thank you SO much for the Madonna answer. Not only did it make me lol, but I am so tired of writers shoving her “greatness” down my throat. I can’t even take it. Really, she doesn’t write her own music, she doesn’t direct her own videos, and all she’s basically done is maintain her physique with crazy workouts and move to London for awhile. She has a few great songs, sure, but no great albums.
    I WAS glad to see Courtney Love in the animation, but a little disappointed by the description.. especially with the recent enthralling Behind the Music. Since watching it I’ve become a bit obsessed with her, reading her interviews, biography, Kurt’s bio, even lyrics from SongMeanings.com. I have so much respect for this woman, I’m glad to see she’s doing better. She rocks.
    And lastly, going against my own complaint, where is my dear Fiona Apple!? 🙂

  37. Hello…..? Two words with which to wipe the stage of the leftover detritus of all other women in music because a) she curses better than anyone b) she started the whole mascara/bangs thing despite Avril Lavigne pretending she doesn’t know any better c) “Tattooed Love Boys” is in 15/8 time. 15/8. For reals. Oh, I almost forgot the two words: Chrissie Hynde.

    And if we can have two more completely-free-of-charge-and-don’t-argue-with-me words then please add Nona Hendryx.

  39. What a bunch of sexist bullshit. Yes, “Lillith” is a terrible name for a festival, but at least its organizers started it as a way to help promote women in the industry who are generally under-represented by media such as yours. You can ridicule it as ghetto-ization, but when the alternative seems to be ignoring female musicians altogether, what are you gonna do?

    I usually love everything Lindy writes, but this is such crap.

  40. Lindy, hilarious and great start but you clearly missed a buncha (as opposed to hella) names as listed by everyone in the comments before me.

    Kindly go back and start all over again.

  41. Hey, let’s write an article about some of the great women in rock history and then trash talk them! This was crap.

  42. Actually though, the mention of Justine Bieber was pretty funny. Otherwise let’s actually give women credit instead of making jokes. Kinda of takes away the point of the article.

  43. “The pope isn’t a religious leader so much as the CEO of the world’s largest and oldest and least repentant little-boy-butthole-touching factory.” is maybe the funniest thing i have read in years.

  44. Jesus. Sometimes I think half the people who comment around here have mild Asbergers or something – It is not meant to be a serious history of women in music, people, it’s meant to be funny and bizarre and somewhat non-sequitor, which it totally fucking is. If you are suggesting more names because you’d like to see the funny shit that Lindy could write about them (in which case I TOTALLY vote for Hildegard von Bingen) then fine, that’s fair, but if you are honestly upset because she didn’t include an exhaustive list of all the important female musicians ever with informative and enlightening descriptions, then you need to climb on your roof and adjust your comedy antenna. You are the same people who get upset about John Hodgeman’s “700 Hobo Names” because it doesn’t tell the true and vibrant history of hobos or give their real names and you don’t get why it’s funny. Plus, 33/34, the Mama Cass joke wasn’t about Mama Cass being fat, it was about the fact that the only thing anyone ever talks about Mama Cass is that she was fat and how that’s sad, so Lindy is actually on your side here, you are just too obtuse to get it.

  49. Men only learn guitar to get laid; a few become good at it and realise they are now God.

    If women didn’t learn to play bass then all songs would be extended guitar solos and all bass players would sound like Flea – i.e. massive pile of (fret-) wank.

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