P!nk – Blow Me (One Last Kiss)
So… is it super weird that I think Pink (P!nk) is kind of great as an artist? I’ve been listening to Blow Me (One Last Kiss) for the last month and realized that this was not the first time that I found myself liking her singles. I’d never say that I like Pink, but I am saying that I’d secretly buy a greatest hits album without ever telling anyone (not that I’ve done this, seriously). She’s had a stealthily successful 13 year career and generated some huge hits despite no one claiming her as their favorite artist (or admit to buying an album of hers – seriously, nobody would ever do this…). Get The Party Started was the first song that hit my radar, but it wasn’t until the triumphal Just Like A Pill that I realized that Pink might be something special (hearing it five times a day while checking groceries at a Jersey Shore Shop Rite may have warped my mind in her favor). How has she managed to be popular and yet remain and underdog artist at the same time? The traits clash and yet here we are.
Unlike contemporaries Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera, Pink never bothered with the virginal façade and instead blazed the whiskey drinking, professional partying persona that would later be adopted by her confederate in punctuation, Ke$ha. Pink has seemed subversive because she rejected conservative takes on femininity and yet she’s never been politically challenging in a Lady Gaga sense (or even in an Alanis Morissette sense). She was a little pop because she was a female and a little rock because you could hear a guitar sometimes. She preceded the paparazzi age and avoided TMZ-friendly relationships that would have made her definable by leaked cellphone pics and the men in her life. The lack of an easily pigeonholed identity may have held Pink back (or protected her) from full pop star status.
Blow Me (One Last Kiss) communicates the psychotic, cathartic snap that ends a passionate, but shitty relationship. Musically, it is lively, dance-able and couldn’t be further from Adele, Patron Saint of the Torch Song. But Pink’s words are frustrated, exhausted, and enraged and yet they hold onto a glimmer of affection for a now abandoned lover. All justifications have been used and every shoulder cried on, crossing the finish line is the only logical conclusion and yet… still. Temporarily abandoned lover? This might be it for them. That last kiss, the last illogical recognition of better days is a temptation in failed partnerships and one that so often sucks both parties back into each other’s orbit. Acrimony set aside for but a brief moment, she’s left the door open to one more go-round. She always does. We always do.
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