The Rockstar Must Die
Rock's "Bad Boys" Aren't Just Outdated—They're Bad for the Genre, and It's Time to Cut Them Loose.
As a professional female rock musician, I've had a front-row seat to the bad behavior of men in the industry. Despite being inspired to pursue music by women like PJ Harvey and Courtney Love, I got my start by going on the road with Nine Inch Nails as a teenager. From there, I earned an “honorary” membership to the boys' club, and since then, I've befriended and worked with numerous famous male musicians —even marrying (divorcing, and getting unsuccessfully sued by) one. I have seen firsthand how the rockstar mythos protects powerful men, shielding them from accountability no matter how egregious their behavior. The romanticized "bad boy" trope has always given them a pass. But, if rock as a genre is going to survive—and if we're ever going to achieve true equality in music—it's time to face the truth: the rockstar, as we know him, must die.
Yes, shame on the selfish prick who cheats on and betrays his spouse and family. I've been that wife, so I understand all too well why Dave Grohl's behavior is upsetting. But I also have to wonder why a rockstar cheating on his wife is garnering so much attention without any acknowledgment of the much bigger, more harmful, abusive conduct that our culture continues to not only let rockstars get away with, but enable.
Over the last several years, the #MeToo movement, "woke" ideology and social justice activism have started to expose more cases of abusive behavior embedded in the patriarchal—and often outright misogynistic—structures of the entertainment industry. Some accused parties have been found guilty in a court of law (see Harvey Weinstein and Danny Masterson), while others have been found guilty in the court of public opinion (Kevin Spacey and Aziz Ansari). In effect, famous men everywhere were shaking in their boots for a while, whether guilty or not. But do you know who wasn't worried? The rockstar.
We have allowed rockstars to be protected by their archetype for too long. Men in other industries lose their careers and reputations over murmured accusations, but our rockstars are permitted to thrive even if admitting to much worse. Outside of the music industry, I can't think of another profession in which men who groom underage girls, commit statutory rape, abuse women, and publicly throw violent tantrums continue to be openly idolized. These days, we are so culturally sensitive that the threat of mere discomfort can warrant a trigger warning. Everyone claims they are feminists and defenders of the underdog. We collectively agree without hesitation that it's inexcusable for people to disrespect, mistreat, and abuse others. So, why do we keep giving rockstars a pass?
One reason is that if we expose one artist, we may have to expose them all, and, as a result, there's a good chance that none will be left. It's also just incredibly uncomfortable to admit that many of our idols are assholes at best and predators or criminals at worst. I can't tell you how many interviews I've given in which, when asked about my musical influences, I've produced a long list of predominantly problematic men. I recoil at publicly endorsing them without an equally long list of caveats, but I have. Because the truth is, they have influenced me. I'm a female rock musician who's been greatly influenced by abusive men. Ouch. Not fun to admit.
Believing that a great artist is synonymous with a great human being would be convenient, but this is rarely the case. Nevertheless, the rockstar will suffer no consequence because, whether by convention or by nature, he isn't expected to be a great human being. He has forever been cast as the sexy, cool, "bad boy" —an almost fantastical antihero, long admired for his rebellious, transgressive, and even violent behavior. He's "supposed to" drink, do drugs, and have as much sex with as many hot young girls as possible. At least, that's the most common argument I hear whenever I criticize a rockstar. My response: how old are you? Did you happen to come of age in the 80's and idolize Mötley Crüe as a teenager?
Clearly, there's a gendered double standard for famous men. Wives are written off as gold diggers. Groupies are written off as sluts. Accusers are written off as attention-seekers. If a rockstar wrongs someone, it's often attributed to the person's naivety. People may say, "You can't want a bad boy and then be upset when he misbehaves!" Does that same logic apply when he beats up his wife (John Lennon)? What about when he deliberately kicks a female photographer in the face and is later accused by his wife of physical and emotional abuse (Josh Homme)? What about when he physically attacks a bandmate onstage because he's upset that his voice can't be heard over a guitar solo (Perry Ferrell)? Or when he brags about sleeping with a 14-year-old (Anthony Kiedis)? Or when he obtains legal guardianship of an underage girl in order to continue having a sexual relationship with her across state lines (Steven Tyler)? Where do we draw the line between acceptable bad behavior ("you signed up for this") versus unacceptable bad behavior?
Fans of rockstars hesitate to draw the line at all. Unlike business executives or politicians (whose last names aren't Trump), rockstars have legions of devoted followers who idolize them and are willing to defend them to the death. More sо than other entertainers, a musician's work іs perceived as the unmediated reflection оf true personality, and, as a result, fans come tо believe that they know the artist оn a personal level. This illusion оf intimacy fuels a fierce loyalty towards artists, nо matter how serious the accusations leveled against them. For instance, when Evan Rachel Wood, a celebrity herself, accused Marilyn Manson оf grooming and abuse, she became the target оf a vicious campaign led by his fans, who spread online misinformation tо harass and discredit her. Ultimately, Manson was more or less unaffected and is now on a comeback. But, even when the rockstar admits to wrongdoing, fans will rally to their defense with a dismissive "They're only human; everyone makes mistakes. It's a level of protection by and complicity with their audience that men in other industries simply can't rely on, and it makes rockstars uniquely immune to the consequences of their actions.
In addition to the cultural protections, there are others that are explicitly constructed and guaranteed by the industry. Whereas publications covering politics, business, or even Hollywood frequently acknowledge and investigate problematic behavior linked to their subjects, music journalism tends to be more promotional than expositional . The main goal оf many music publications іs tо sell an artist's image, boost record sales, and secure access tо exclusive interviews. This gives journalists a vested interest іn maintaining favorable relationships with the artists they cover. As a result, they often prioritize the narrative оf the more famous, powerful party and are willing tо redact, spin, оr edit their coverage at the behest оf rockstars' lawyers and publicists.
This dominance of the rockstar mythos isn't just harming women within and outside of the music industry, it's also dragging down the entire genre. Women in pop and hip-hop are ascending, but rock, once a groundbreaking and rebellious art form, is now stagnating under the weight of its problematic figureheads. As other genres evolve, rock is increasingly perceived as a relic—led by aging men clinging to outdated notions of fame and masculinity. It's hard to get excited about a genre that still revolves around the antics of "bad boys" who are now well past middle-aged but have yet to grow up.
For me and my fellow female rock musicians, the consequences are dire. As long as these men define the genre, female musicians will remain sidelined, our talent and contributions eclipsed by the lore of the troubled male "genius" as he sinks the ship to which we've dedicated our lives.
My argument against the rockstar as we know him might seem harsh, especially considering I'm still close friends with several male rockstars—many of whom champion me and even contribute to my records. I'm not saying every famous man needs to piss off into oblivion, nor am I dismissing their artistic value. As I mentioned earlier, I've been influenced by plenty of unpleasant, problematic dudes. While writing this, I even questioned whether rock' n' roll would exist without the very men I'm criticizing. Would my music have evolved differently without their influence? Maybe so, but even without them, there's nо shortage оf inspiring, groundbreaking musicians, and many are women. We've always been here, even іf overshadowed, playing a vital role іn shaping the genre.
Ultimately, the legend of The Rockstar is as tired as the men still clinging to it. As long as we continue to revere these "bad boys," rock will remain a geriatric boys' club, stuck in the past and out of touch with the present. We need tо separate loving their music from idolizing them as people. I won't deny being a fan оf music made by an abhorrent man, but I refuse tо be his unconditional devotee. From now on, if I acknowledge his musical impact, іt won’t be without recognizing his transgressions. It's time tо stop excusing the inexcusable and start demanding better—from the industry, media, artists, and fans. For the sake of rock music's survival, it must evolve and free itself from its bygone heroes. To save rock'n'roll, the rockstar must die.
Side note: Two years ago I put out a music video starring a crying Johnny Knoxville that served as my dedication to the rockstar Sad Man. I think it's a good time to revisit it.
Many thanks to D. Hock and D. Zahedi for editing and helping me make sense of my overwhelming thoughts, words, and emotions on this topic.
c u next tuesday.
XX CARRÉ
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This was a perfect read illuminating the protections that men receive while women languish as greedy wenches when coming forward. Tragically, no one was willing to believe Cassie until the hotel video was released. You're right, men in music are beyond reproach in a way that other industries are not. This has to change. I love the clarity and candor of this timely piece. Think it should be published with a major outlet.