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Mary Prankster: "sugarcoat the sour"
A whimsical poet that really pacts a punk-rock punch.
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They said, “You’re overqualified. Why don’t you learn to tune your damn guitar?” Mary Prankster She opens her mouth and truth spills out. You stop and ask yourself, “Did she just say what I think she said?” Yourself answers back “Why, yes. Yes she did.” And then you laugh. Perhaps you’re laughing at the fact you’re talking to yourself but more than likely you’re laughing at Mary, or should I say … with Mary. Mary Prankster has always been around. A modern day Orlando, if you will. She was performing in the days of court jesters who used humor to mock those in positions of privilege. She popped up in the mythical Trickster and she’s even appeared in puppet drag as Punch and Judy. The ability to wink while lambasting is a technique crafted by very few. While her musical style has many categories, her words are what speak through. This is a poet with steel toed boots and a brass knuckle wrapped in silk. Prankster talks about those everyday things that we all go through and articulates them in such a way to make the pain palpable and therefore dealable. The theory goes that if you can laugh, then you can heal. Haven’t we all found strength in uttering four simple letters just once under our breathes? Prankster magnifies it to hysterical proportions times 20 in “MercyFuck”. Perhaps we’ve broken another’s heart. Try her approach and do it with a singable tune that covers the wrenching sound of tearing flesh. Despite the wink and the charm, don’t be fooled. This scribe of wit means serious business. She started up her own label and decries the lack of creative control found in the Major label market. As she put it in a 2003 interview with Pulse Weekly, "What I do has always been way too important to me to entrust it to somebody else." Our kinda woman. |
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Posted on 2008-11-12
