The Muse

I learned about Suzanne Valadon from my wife, Maureen. At first, I was taken by Valadon’s evolution from an artist’s model into an artist. Her story evokes thoughts about gender, class, sexuality, celebrity and the economics of art. It made me think of how our culture deploys and exploits images of women. I wrote “The Muse” about such imagery. When I wrote it, I had intended the voice in the song to be an unreconstructed male voice rife with macho and greed. The One Drop band used to play it as a raucous rocker. Over the last few years, Tom and I played it lots of ways—most recently as soca. Then Caitlin’s keyboard line led us to this new version. The song changed for me. Now I am not sure about the stuff I just wrote. Now for me, the song has taken on the quality of images without captions.

The Muse

Hey! I’m stranded in the darkness–
Biological despair.
It’s a complex situation,
In a culture beyond repair.

Won’t you be my inspiration?
Won’t you be my guiding light?
I like to feel so desperate in the darkness.
I don’t need everlasting light.

I get so burned out doing business.
I get so weary making war.
I get bored exploiting nature.
I need more creatures to destroy.

Won’t you be my willing victim?
My virgin, Madonna, Angel of the Dawn.
Let the old men gaze at your naked body
Like Suzanne Valadon.

Won’t you take me to your bedroom?
Unmask me, make me real.
Let me violate your emotion.
Teach me how to feel.

Won’t you be inspiration?
Won’t you be my virgin bride?
It’s desperate in the darkness…

Virgin Mary

“Angle of the Morning” The Pretenders

The Hangover (Suzanne Valadon) by Toulouse-Lautree

Profile Portrait of Suzanne Valadon by Renoir

By Suzanne Valadon
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The Abandoned Doll

Self-Portrait 1883

Nudes 1919

Blue Room