I have a gender bias when it comes to music. Against my own gender.
It's no secret that I'm a rather huge music snob in general, but I tend to hastily judge a woman's music even more harshly than I do a man's. Not sure why that is. I'm sure there's some psychological explanation, but suffice to say, I tend to dig male artists in general more than females, save the occasional exception here and there.
The female artists I do gravitate towards tend to be the ones who know how to seriously belt it out - those who can simultaneously shake the rooftops and kick some ass (usually that of some foolish man who did them wrong, and probably while wearing stilettos). I love the powerful ones - those who display a fierceness about them, a fierceness that is of course complemented by a tender vulnerability they'll willingly expose once you've earned it. Maybe because that's the woman I want to be: the woman who will love you well and love you right - just don't take her for granted because you're most definitely gonna hear about it if you do.
This is why I love Florence Welch so. She does score bonus points for her kickass red hair, of course - but beyond that, her voice sends chills down my spine. She's not just holding the mic and going through the motions - she pours her heart and soul out, and dares you to take her or leave her. If I could sing, I'd want to be able to sing like that, with a voice that isn't pleading with you to accept her; but is rather declaring to the world, "I am woman; hear me roar."
This is my favorite song of Florence and the Machine's, and Florence is absolutely amazing in this particular performance at Glastonbury 2009. I simply can't get enough of this video.
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