I didn't watch the Grammy's last night because it saddens me to see the visceral collapse of the music industry; and I was unsurprised upon hearing how badly Taylor Swift performed. However, I suffer from schadenfreude, which finally got the best of me this afternoon when I sought out the above clip. Of course I was delighted to see that she was...how shall I say it...goddamn mother fucking awful! Swift's inability to sing her way out of a paper bag, coupled with her clear lack of awareness about just how badly she sings, is sickly fascinating to me. "How can this girl not know she is a sucky singer??" I first wondered after seeing her perform on Saturday Night Live in January, 2009 - where after finishing her second song with nary a note in tune, she cracked a wide grin and hopped up and down with the excitement of victory. She was also awful at the 2008 Country Music Awards where she mumble-sings in monotone while modeling a beautiful gown for her fellow blonde republicans and their cowboy-hatted beaus. Such horrific displays of performative shame lead me to think the narcissism epidemic may be in effect with Ms. Swift.
The narcissism epidemic was first noticed by college professors in the early 2000s when Generation Me students (those born in 1982 and later) began expecting their grades would be elevated based on effort alone. This was deemed a symptom of the self-esteem focused parenting style of the 90's...i.e. the "everyone deserves a ribbon" even if they don't mentality. As a result, professors reported their students had little awareness of their strengths and weaknesses and had not developed methods to compensate for any skill disparities. This lack of awareness was accompanied by an over-inflated sense of accomplishment and a belief that they would and should be rewarded and acknowledged for everything they tried regardless of the relative quality of their output...as long as their effort was marked by panache.
Taylor Swift most certainly demonstrates this epidemic at least in part. She is a catchy songwriter, with a particularly good instinct for lyrics with broad relatability; and she most certainly has a girl-next-door kind of charisma that attracts people's interest. These are great strengths. But she is completely unaware of just how badly she represents those strengths when she performs those songs herself. In fact, such outward ignorance of her clear vocal weakness allows for questions about her strengths. "Did she really write those songs?" I wonder after hearing such poor delivery of them. Now, I won't speculate on any sense of entitlement she might feel to the various accolades she's received because that would require a more intimate knowledge of her personality than I have. But I will say those accolades act to reinforce the belief that sometimes plagues members Generation Me...that mediocrity will be rewarded. Unfortunately, mediocrity is still mediocre, no matter how unapologetically it is delivered; and in the long run mediocrity is unlikely to leave an indelible mark on the world regardless of how many gold statues it collects. Rather the outcome is more likely to resemble the image of Shelley's "Ozymandias."
By: Percy Blythe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.