The date that the music industry will collapse is now known.
It won’t be the day that Guns and Roses bring out that album.
It won’t be the day that Jay-Z headlines Glastonbury (though that’s quite close).
It won’t be the day that Cher comes back.
It will be May 20 in North America, and May 19 in the UK.
These are the dates that a new album will be released, changing the face of the music industry, a popular business since the 50’s, into something else, something unimaginable.
Those are the dates that “Anywhere I Lay My Head”, the debut album by Scarlett Johansson, will be released into the unsuspecting Western World.
Judging by a press release by her label, Atco Records, a spin-off of Warner Music’s Rhino Entertainment, it is set to include ten Tom Waits covers, plus one original song.
The album’s title is borrowed from a song from Wait’s 1985 album, Rain Dogs.
The album took just over a month to record, which took place last spring in Louisiana. Sean Antanaitis, a member of Celebration, and Nick Zimmer, the guitarist from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, appear on the album.
“So what’s the matter with that?”, you might ask. “After all, she’s young and blonde, let’s give her a chance!”
And that’s how it’s going to start. (There is a chance that I might use horrible, ill thought out sexist themes here, so I’m apologising now.) Women may listen to a couple of samples, decide that they like the songs, and go out and buy the cd, because it’s Scarlett Johansson, and she’s all nice and inoffensive and she was good in that film where she goes to Japan wasn’t she? (Sorry again, really.)
The men, on the other hand, are another matter. Having saved every photograph, film frame grab, and youtube clip of Johansson to their hard drives, every man, from hormonally rabid teenagers to tense, overworked, music journalists is going to go out and buy the cd because it’ll have some nice high-quality pictures in the booklet. Those same journalists will then give her great reviews, because she might send them her phone number if they do. While all the while they’ll be going on about how “it’s got some good songs on it, actually”, and how its all about the music, man.

Yeah, about the music, ok.
The cd will fly up the charts, and that’ll be it. Every female singer or musician from then on will be considered an abomination, a hideous thing reminiscent of the elephant man, banished to perform in grotty back-alley pubs, while Johansson will be praised and glorified to all extents, because she’s all blonde and she’s got big lips and walks about in her underwear in that one film.
Just think about it. Why else would you go and see her inevitable tour? Because of the songs? Stop lying. You don’t care about Tom Waits’ music. Because if you did you’d have his cds at your house, so until you show me them I’m not believing you. No, it’s because you’ll have the chance to BE IN THE SAME ROOM as her, and you might be able to smell her perfume if you’re lucky.
It all started last year, when she went on stage at Coachella with the Jesus and Mary Chain and joined them on a song, which was used at the end of Lost in Translation. Suddenly, all the focus shifted from the reunion show of a legendary band to some blonde girl in a dress. Nevermind the fact that she can’t sing all that well, she’s blonde!
Remember these words. When the industry is even more of a mess of increasingly younger girls who are told to wear increasingly little clothes, nothing else will matter. But watching half an hour of Rhianna is better than watching half a hour of Robert Wyatt, right?
last song I heard – “Wannabe” – Dizzee Rascal