Last week I was sent a You-Tube clip from a British television talent show in which contestant performances were evaluated by a panel of very hip-looking judges before a huge studio audience. In the recording a very un-hip looking woman of middle age had just come upon stage. Everything about her appearance was unremarkable, to say the least. She was just too old, too frowsy, too heavy, too badly dressed and coifed, and it turned out when the judges asked her preliminary questions about herself and her ambitions–far too overconfident–to be anything but an object of cruel amusement for the audience, members of which were filmed laughing, shaking their heads, and rolling their eyes before she began. What could come from a number like this but a reminiscence of Florence Foster Jenkins or Elva Miller?
The button for the accompaniment recording of a well-known pop song was pressed by the grinning engineers, and out of her mouth came . . . . a stunningly glorious voice, performing at the very highest professional level. The audience was clearly shocked, but soon began an uproar of standing applause that continued far past the end of the performance. The judges, equally taken aback, admitted that they had all learned a very big lesson, although articulating what that lesson was in all its grim reality proved difficult.
In my line of work I handle a great many album covers, and have found it striking how many pop and country and western female stars, and yes, even female classical instrumentalists, look, or can be made to look, unusually beautiful. No one in his right senses could believe there is any connection between physical beauty and musical talent, so clearly there must be other dynamics at work here, and these dynamics, after brief reflection, are obvious.
It’s a market phenomenon. When there's a surplus of talent, as there clearly is in these fields, the choices of the success-brokers are made on supplemental grounds calculated to increase profit, and beauty is the most important of these. The audience here was firmly under the impression that this unfashionable woman couldn't possibly be talented because they had been thoroughly trained in this conventional wisdom, completely ignorant of their indoctrination, by those who profit from it. They learned an important lesson, and I'm very glad this film is making the rounds.











I’m not sure I agree it’s a marketing thing–I think our tendency to think talented women must be beautiful is deeper (and more right) that marketing.
To take the most striking example of us assuming (perhaps falsely) that remarkable women are beautiful: who is Virgo Praeclara? “The most beautiful Virgin”? As historical fact, we don’t actually know that the blessed Theotokos was in fact beautiful. On some readings of Isaiah 53, her Son was not good looking. Yet it is difficult for me even to speculate that perhaps she wasn’t. Of course she was. And of course, aside from any possible speculation, she is. And it seems to me we should respect the near universal tradition of the Church, both East and West, of portraying the Blessed Virgin as beautiful.
I think rather than asking why we are wrong to assume that talented women are beautiful, we should ask why we assume they are. And thence, ask whether, and to what extent, this instinct is proper.
It seems to me that had there been no fall, the body would be a perfect icon of the person, and therefore the most beautiful body would be the house of the most beautiful person. There would be no disconnect between goodness and external beauty. The one would be fully reflected in the other.
A chef will tell us that a more beautiful plate tastes better than an ugly one. Our visual perception of our food contributes to our enjoyment of the one thing before us. Is it not one thing enjoyed by one person? Should we expect our musical enjoyment to be merely auditory? Shouldn’t our visual appreciation of the musician contribute to our enjoyment of the music? We are each one, and the music is one.
When we praise someone in any way, are we not acknowledging that they are beautiful–if not physically, at least in some way. Should we not be surprised at the radical discontinuity of her body, a beautiful voice in a plain, or even unattractive body? Is she really such a divided person that she is ugly and beautiful? Should we not expect a unified person, not one violently disjointed? Is not our surprise, surprise over this disjointed fallen world, and proof that Christ shall fashion our vile body after the image of His glorious Body?
Christos Anesti!
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Dr. Hutchens,
Yes, many have seen that clip. It’s well worth watching. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY
Not just to be nit picky — it wasn’t exactly a pop song she sang — it was “I Dreamed a Dream” from Les Miserables. The lyrics to that song as well as a few facts of the singer’s life add to the flavor of the story.
Janet
Pretty special stuff. There was something beautiful in seeing this odd-bird of a woman sing so powerfully. I hope to see more from her.
Check out this video from the same TV show. I like it even better than the one discussed above. It’s a British mobile phone salesman (with bad teeth) singing opera to the surprise of all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA
He was at one time a professional before the show and didn’t quite make it. A find but certainly not the diamond in the rough of Susan Boyle. Listen to her sing Cry Me a River from 1999, a cd that was put together for a local charity.
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Isn’t Les Miz a pop opera as opposed to grand opera?
>>Isn’t Les Miz a pop opera as opposed to grand opera?<<
It’s properly classified as an operetta, though it is more colloquially known as a musical. Either way, “I Dreamed a Dream” (which Susan Boyle sang) is hardly a “pop hit.” It’s in a higher tradition than that.
The problem with all this Susan Boyle (and Paul Potts) brouhaha is that the setup is completely fake, as is all “reality TV.” To get to that point lots of people would have had to hear her (or him) sing and know what’s coming.
Your point is well-made, but it’s one that the show producers are pushing, not the breaking through of some great truth.
Of course the show producers were pushing it. And it broke through on the audience as a some form of a great truth. Good grief.
If Simon Cowell (and the other producers) used this woman, and then he doesn’t now help her break into musical theatre, he is genuinely the horse’s backside he wants everyone to think he is.
Kamilla
I, too, watched the video with a sense of great pleasure for this woman, but I was also touched by a great irony. The audience, which the camera caught out in its anticipated derision, within two seconds of the performance, suddenly jumps ship to the woman’s side. I could not help but remember the words of Acts: “When the islanders saw the snake hanging from [Paul's] hand, they said to each other, “This man must be a murderer; for though he escaped from the sea, justice has not allowed him to live.” But Paul shook the snake off into the fire and suffered no ill effects…after waiting a long time and seeing nothing unusual happen to him, they changed their minds and said he was a god.” It’s not for nothing that in America we call the show, “Idol”.
There is a lot of marketing in music that panders to superficial tastes of Americans, and I fear among many others as well.
But we do need to remember that all good things tend to go together. Not perfectly to be sure. But smarter people, tend to be healthier, better looking, stronger, sing better, etc., etc. It does not seem fair. And let me repeat, these relationships are not perfect—in statistics we would say the correlations are quite small, but all are positive.
And, yes, I got a little teary listening to “Cry me a river.”
CyranoRox
You’re right that in this world beauty and beauty do not necessarialy go hand in hand. The Blessed Virgin may have been ugly. But because the fact that beauty and beauty do not necessarialy go together is the result of the fall, it is almost a profanation to suggest that the Theotokos was not speciosa and praeclara. Goodness and beauty don’t go hand in hand, because death walks alive in our bodies. But when by death we are made alive, when our bodies are themselves physical living spirits, goodness and beauty shall go hand in hand. We are shocked when goodness is ugly, or beauty evil, because back home, where we came from, it shall not be so. Our bodies groan for the revelation of the sons of man.
Christos Anesti!