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  • Lana Del Rey and Quavo’s “Tough” Video: “National Anthem” Meets “Summertime Sadness” With A Dash of “American Pie”

    Lana Del Rey and Quavo’s “Tough” Video: “National Anthem” Meets “Summertime Sadness” With A Dash of “American Pie”

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    It’s been a year of Lana Del Rey harkening back to 2012. And why shouldn’t she? It’s the year she came up in the mainstream, the year when Biden was still acceptable and sentient as vice president and the year, presumably, when the world actually ended (and what we’re all in now is some increasingly bad simulation—or so we tell ourselves for comfort). Del Rey’s “throwback vibe” to the year her debut album was released began with her headlining Coachella performance in April, during which she rode toward the stage on the back of a motorcycle (a nod to her “Ride” video), newly svelte and rocking long, honey-blonde hair. In effect, she very specifically recreated the body and hairstyle she had in 2012 in time for the show. As if that weren’t enough, Del Rey emphasized her point by projecting a hologram of herself onstage during “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but i have it.” The hologram in question was wearing an updated version of the gown Del Rey sported during her forever infamous SNL performance on January 14, 2012 (the date her Coachella billboard called out when asking, in a parody of “Jesus freak” advertising, “Has anyone else died for you?”).

    With her latest single (and her first of 2024), “Tough,” Del Rey continues her “Make 2024 2012 Again” campaign by pulling from “Summertime Sadness” and “National Anthem” mood boards (complete with a grainy, “home movie”-style look). Most especially the latter. But there is a touch of “Summertime Sadness” in terms of the “in nature” setting that serves as the backdrop for “Tough.” Someplace “down-home” in order to suit Del Rey’s impending “country music” transition (though this doesn’t sound like much of an indication of that). The location could be anywhere in the South, really, but Georgia seems the most likely milieu furnishing these backwater roads, considering Quavo’s ties to Atlanta. Wherever it may be, the “Anywhere USA” look of it is the point. And since Del Rey is determined to staying faithful to her Americana shtick, the intent of the video, co-directed by Wyatt Spain Winfrey (who has a few Migos videos under his belt as well), Quavo and Del Rey, is one that speaks to the “wide open with possibility” aura of the United States. Which, as many have seen plenty of in the past decade, is pure myth rather than reality. And it’s a myth that’s getting harder and harder to sell. Even so, it’s apparent that Del Rey still wants to. That she’s still holding tight to the part of her “Ride” monologue when she insists, “I believe in the country America used to be.”

    Indeed, she lays her usual “selling America” angle on thick with one of the first images of the video homing in on an American flag. But not just any American flag—one with Del Rey’s effigy placed at the center and the caption “American Queen” underneath it. Clearly, Del Rey has been spending too much time with Kim Kardashian after shilling for Skims because it’s a decidedly Kardashian mentality to assume that the U.S. population is better off revering celebrities rather than trying to make politicians or other would-be “great minds” into figures that might be even remotely aspirational. No, instead, everyone knows by now that worshipping beneath the flag of fame is perhaps even more American than racism (while racism, in turn, is “as American as apple pie”).

    And, talking of the R word, Del Rey’s unfortunate Instagram post from January of 2021 can’t help but come to mind with her latest “rapper” team-up. That was the word she used as a catch-all for Black people when she said, “My best friends are rappers, my boyfriends have been rappers” in a post promoting Chemtrails Over the Country Club, which she was sure to call out as having plenty of people of color on the cover, “without even trying to.” As she was adamant about declaring, she had simply always been “inclusive” in her work before it was chic/practically mandated if one wants to stay relevant in the entertainment industry. But few examples of Del Rey’s supposed “inclusivity” (as opposed to, say, appropriation—which runs rampant in something like her short film/extended music video, Tropico) spring to mind from those early years except for A$AP Rocky, who so generously agreed to appear as a modern-day JFK in Del Rey’s “National Anthem” video.

    Apparently, this was the year he was on his white woman bullshit, for he was also dating Iggy Azalea before the two broke up in mid-2012 and he then went on to date Rita Ora (both women being examples of C-list musicians in the industry before A$AP graduated to the crème de la crème that is Rihanna). It didn’t seem to matter that he was romantically entwined, for he made it rather convincing that LDR was the Jackie to his Jack in this updated version of watching America crumble in real time.

    In truth, “National Anthem” was far more honest, visually, than “Tough” could ever hope to be in terms of what each says about the United States. A country in perpetual decay. The signs of that decay can’t even be hidden by the “sunnier” portrayal of America—and rural America in particular—in “Tough.” For, right from the get-go, as Quavo pulls up in his Hummer (no fucks given about the environment, even still) to collect Del Rey, he clocks a sign on the fence that reads, “Posted No Trespassing Keep Out.” Not only does it smack of the kind of signage used during the heyday of Jim Crow laws to keep “coloreds” from entering certain spaces, but it also makes one shudder to think about what kind of red state bullshit the duo was willing to endure for the sake of this video’s production.

    Del Rey then enters the frame in that angle/pose/facial expression that echo the ones she gave in “Summertime Sadness.” All of the sudden the two are embracing, getting right into trying to exude the kind of sexual chemistry that has gotten numerous media outlets speculating as to whether or not the two are more than just “musical partners” at this point in time. That same speculation would befall Del Rey and A$AP in the 2010s, with the latter admitting, “I first had had a crush on her from seeing her on the internet—I fell in love with her voice the first time I heard it. I probably heard it in July, August for the first time, I think it was ‘Blue Jeans.’ And from then on, I’m like, I love her!” Del Rey had already mentioned in an interview with Complex that A$AP was her favorite “rapper” (that word again). Over a decade later, that answer seems to have changed to Quavo, with the two sharing the kind of intimacy and sexual tension that “National Anthem” exuded.

    But while “Tough” has the same meandering, plotless nature of other Del Rey videos from recent years (including “Norman Fucking Rockwell/Bartender/Happiness Is A Butterfly,” “Let Me Love You Like A Woman,” “Arcadia” and “Blue Banisters”), “National Anthem” was narrative and statement-heavy. Even “Summertime Sadness,” with its lesbian suicide plot, was as well—especially compared to this. What Del Rey seems to be saying, as usual, is that she lives in a willfully insulated bubble wherein America isn’t the festering turd it’s become, but a place of natural beauty to believe in. Quavo, for whatever reason (maybe sexual interest), is along for the ride—even though he’s the one driving the fossil fuel-emitting Hummer.

    As for Del Rey, she’s been trying to manifest a collaboration with Migos for quite some time before Takeoff was shot dead in 2022. The next best thing for her, one supposes, is this: Quavo (maybe Cardi B wouldn’t have wanted Offset to work with her based on how “cozy” this video looks). And it seems Quavo was happy to let Del Rey take the wheel for the most part on lyrics, with the majority smacking of Del Reyisms such as, “Tough like the stuff in your grandpa’s glass” and “I’m cut like a diamond shinin’ in the rough”—this latter lyric not only being a roundabout tie-in to A$AP Rocky with its Rihanna nod (“Shine bright like a diamond”), but also a callback to her Marilyn-inspired inflection on “National Anthem” when she asks, “Um, do you think you’ll buy me lots of diamonds?” Indeed, as she sits in a meadow-like setting with Quavo sensually fingering his necklace, it feels like that’s the question she’s internally verbalizing.

    In another round of scenes, Del Rey and Quavo sit on a porch, the latter in a rocking chair and the former sitting on his lap while strumming a guitar (again, it’s some loose part of her country rebrand). Around the two-minute-twenty-second mark, the video’s tack shifts into something decidedly “American Pie”-like—meaning the Madonna video from 2000 wherein director Philipp Stölzl shows scenes of “average” Americans throughout, often alongside Madonna dancing with unchoreographed gusto in front of a giant American flag (Madonna was touting that emblem of the U.S. long before Del Rey). Much of the video was, in fact, filmed in the Southern United States. Because that’s where people tend to aim their camera when they want to show the “real” America.

    Del Rey and Quavo, too, proceed to show their viewers “slice of life” instants showcasing the same kinds of “average” Americans (though slightly less interesting than the ones Madonna drummed up). This includes a man mowing his lawn, two men lighting up cigars, a woman sitting on a chair with her pregnant belly exposed, a man’s entirely tattooed back, Lana standing next to a shotgun-toting man with a gray beard (more signs of her Republican nature) and a little boy rubbing his eyes while standing on the grass. In short, if this is America, it’s unclear why Del Rey and Quavo are doing their best to romanticize it. But hey, like LDR says, “Life’s gonna do what it does/Sure as the good Lord’s up above.” Except that “the Lord” being up above is hardly sure at all.

    Parading the “iconography” of America—including a house with a giant cross proudly displayed on the exterior and a slew of Mack (or Mack-adjacent) trucks they pass by on the road—Quavo and Del Rey wander the South like a crimeless version of Holly Sargis (Sissy Spacek) and Kit Carruthers (Martin Sheen) in Badlands. And in the final scenes, they switch into a different vehicle: a red Chevy (“Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry”) pickup truck with dice hanging from the rearview mirror (very “LDR aesthetic” of course).

    Del Rey’s “road obsession” has taken many turns (pun intended) over the years, and it’s certainly made her the “Queen of Cars” even over Charli XCX. The motif of constantly wandering in search of a sense of place is, to be sure, a decidedly American feeling. Thus, Del Rey sings, “Here, say where you come from/It’s not what you wanna do, it’s what you’re gonna do/Now, it’s no place to run.” Tapping into the idea of how Americans are taught to “make something of themselves,” regardless of where they’re from, Del Rey ignores the reality that where you come from does matter in terms of securing what the U.S. deems “prosperity.” Where and how you grew up affects everything about your life trajectory in the U.S. More and more, Del Rey is fond of perpetuating an image of herself as a “simple country girl” who grew up in poverty in Lake Placid. Hence the line, “If you come from where you come, then you were born tough.” Try telling that to someone like Del Rey’s “bestie,” Taylor Swift, who grew up in a comfortable, dream-supported environment (yet has the gall to say, “You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me”). But the truth is, you’re not exactly tough if you come from a place like Scarsdale. Nonetheless, Del Rey wants to deny her own non-tough roots, therefore can’t see something like that (perpetuating her “pulled myself up by my own bootstraps” “lore” in a similar way on “Let Me Love You Like A Woman” when she announces, “I come from a small town, how ‘bout you?”). Plus, with Quavo by her side for assured “tough credibility,” Del Rey is certain no one will argue with her about that moniker.

    And yet, a certain headline from The Cut in 2014 comes to mind when thinking about how LDR bills herself as “tough,” and that is: “Self-Proclaimed Gangsta Lana Del Rey Shops With Her Parents.” An act about as “gangsta” as going on a scenic nature drive, making idyllic stops along the way. But since “gangsta” is all about projecting the image of “toughness,” maybe Del Rey can still subscribe to it based on the scenes and people she’s associating with in “Tough.” And what’s more American than projecting an image built on smoke and mirrors?

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Perhaps Lana Del Rey Needs A Reminder of What Having “Absolutely No Money” Means

    Perhaps Lana Del Rey Needs A Reminder of What Having “Absolutely No Money” Means

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    Lana Del Rey has long been “accused” of being the daughter of a rich man. From the outset of her success, there were speculations that Robert Grant had “bought” her career, including her initial bum deal with 5 Points Records (which eventually cost Del Rey plenty of money to buy back the rights to the songs that were released on Lana Del Ray a.k.a. Lizzy Grant, ergo eschewing an eventual need to release Lana Del Ray a.k.a. Lizzy Grant [Lana’s Version]). In the first year after “Video Games” was released, there was no shortage of venom directed at her vis-à-vis her “authenticity,” or lack thereof. And part of that stemmed from a vehement belief that Del Rey was yet another case of privilege being the key to success. For whatever reason, Del Rey has sought to set the record straight after over a decade of letting “the narrative” perpetuate. And yet, what she had to say about being “poor, or whatever” (as Madonna would call it) doesn’t exactly scream, “Struggle!” 

    Citing growing up in Lake Placid as the height of her “poor girl legitimacy,” Del Rey does little to assuage the contempt of those who would seek to remind her that poverty—real poverty—is not what she endured. At worst, she endured the white girl version of poverty that Andie Walsh in Pretty in Pink had to by being called white trash and having to work a part-time job. In fact, she says the real rich kids at her boarding school used to call her “WT from LP” (white trash from Lake Placid). An “epithet” that actually sounds like an on-brand song title for Del Rey. 

    Somebody trolling in the comments section (via the sarcastic, “It’s so depressing to grow up rich. And then get even richer. Omg what will she ever do?”) was what finally set Del Rey off enough to post a video (and then delete it) about having “absolutely no money” as a child. She started by saying, “I wanna make this video really short and sweet [at over five minutes], just ‘cause the conversation that keeps coming up about coming from, me coming from money and my family having money and this whole thing. I just wanna say, like, coming from the most rural spot inarguably, one of the most rural spots in America, that was not a wealthy town, um, and having gone to a boarding school where I didn’t even know I was going or didn’t have any concept of and got financial aid for because my uncle worked in the administrative building and also being completely alienated from all the kids who already knew each other from New York City. I had such a tough time there because everyone knew how much money everyone had.” Apart from the incomplete sentences, there are many holes to poke in all of those statements. For a start, there are far more rural places in America than Lake Placid, and it is certainly not known for being a poor town. Indeed, it was co-opted by the wealthy after the founding of the Lake Placid Club in 1895 led to the “discovery” of the upstate milieu as a place where the affluent could “retreat” (as though their already cushy day-to-day existence was something that needed to be “escaped”).

    Dewey Decimal System creator Melvil Dewey was at the helm of the aforementioned social club known for its racist and exclusionary practices. Complete with a membership policy that stipulated, “No one will be received as a member or guest against whom there is physical, moral, social or race objection, or who would be unwelcome to even a small minority… This invariable rule is rigidly enforced. It is found impracticable to make exceptions for Jews or others excluded, even though of unusual personal qualifications.” So fearful of a Jewish “infection” near his precious Lake Placid Club was Dewey that he even bought the plot of land adjacent to the club so that no Jewish person would. 

    So yes, Lake Placid, one could argue, was a haven for the white and racist (often synonymous with wealth) early on in its history, and perhaps that’s where Del Rey has gotten some of her propensities for tone deafness (e.g., the “question for the culture,” posting videos of people without their faces obscured during the 2020 Black Lives Matter protests, saying she’s not racist because she’s fucked some “rappers” [though which ones besides the white G-Eazy remains unclear]). Del Rey also freely admits to the perks of nepotism, which most non-privileged people have no access to whatsoever, by stating her uncle’s administrative position at the Kent School helped give her a leg up. And yet, she clearly doesn’t see it that way. All she sees, essentially, is being the Dan/Jenny Humphrey of her boarding school, looked upon as “less than” in such a way as to make her eventually sing, “Money is the reason we exist/Everybody knows it, it’s a fact/Kiss, kiss.” For those without “real” money to spend in here (as Vivian Ward announced at the Beverly Hills store where she was previously rejected) genuinely don’t “exist” to those with the proverbial big bucks. This, as Del Rey admits, further compelled her toward the path of fame and fortune so that no one could ever call her trash again. Though, of course, no one outside an uber-wealthy circle probably ever would have. 

    Elsewhere, Del Rey remarks, “My parents were arguing about money every single day, and my dad working as a woodworker and in real estate and my mom working in special education. Like, although he bought domain names later on, it doesn’t mean that they were worth anything until more recently.” What she fails to mention is that both worked at renowned ad agency the Grey Group in NYC before moving to Lake Placid once Del Rey was born (to die). Grant was a copywriter, while Hill was an account executive. Neither of those salaries would be anything to turn one’s nose up at. And obviously, they had enough money for the move upstate and to buy a house where they would raise the rest of the Grant family. Nonetheless, Del Rey claims to have felt scarcity during her youth. And yet, how scarce could it have all really been once Robert and Patricia got Lana and her sister Chuck’s modeling career for Ford Models going (hence, the constantly resurfacing photos of Lana from random-ass photoshoots like the one with Lindsay Lohan for Abercrombie & Fitch)? Pimping them out like the Spearses with Britney, as it were. Maybe some of that money even helped with LDR’s tuition for the notoriously expensive private university that is Fordham in the Bronx. Del Rey, conveniently, didn’t mention how that was afforded. 

    Though she was sure to add that, while in New York, “I really didn’t know what to do, and depended on the boyfriends that I had to let me stay with them all that while.” Steven Mertens and Josh Kemp are then name-checked, the way Madonna might be forced to give Dan Gilroy or Camille Barbone some credit for furnishing her with the basics in life while she focused on her music. As a matter of fact, while performing in London for The Celebration Tour, Madonna made a similar, blunter comment about needing to rely on boyfriends upon moving to New York City, and away from her own middle-class family in Michigan: “I had no way to take a bath or shower… So I would actually, um, date men who had showers and bathtubs. Yep, that’s what I did… Blow jobs for showers.” Del Rey could say the same, but that wouldn’t suit her vision of herself. 

    Nor would it to admit that taking any kind of vacation is a privilege, no matter how “ghettoly” executed. So it is that she also declared, “Even on our monthly [a word she didn’t seem to mean within the context], like, spring break vacation every year, we drove to Daytona. Not flew ‘cause it was too expensive.” This is where she comes across like that model in the season one episode of Sex and the City (or Kristen Wiig in Bridesmaids saying, “Help me, I’m poor”) who says, “I’m really very literary. I read. I’ll sit down and read a whole magazine from cover to cover.” Del Rey’s version of that is, “I’m really very poor. I had to go to boarding school and Fordham on financial aid” and “Oh my gawww, we had to drive to Daytona instead of flying.” Bitch, do you know how many actual poor people can’t go goddamn nowhere?

    Still, she concludes her woe-is-me speech with, “It’s so sad that I can’t own coming from this, like, beautiful rural mountain town.” No one ever said she couldn’t own that. But to call herself poor (while her parents’ huge wedding announcement in the New York Times circa 1982 also suggests otherwise as poor people simply don’t do that kind of shit) is, let’s just say it, a bit extreme and absurd. Granted, in the present, being middle class (even upper) is little better than being outright poor (in terms of how far a dollar will stretch), and certainly entails far fewer (if any) governmental benefits…replaced instead by greater tax burdens. But Del Rey ought to at least somewhat remember, in her life before fame, that poverty is not something she ever actually experienced, nor was she at risk of it. Especially after her father did cash in on those domain names in the 2000s. Even so, it better suits the “lore of Lana,” particularly with her small-town predilections of late, to announce that not only was she not a rich kid, she was a poor kid. But with poverty like hers, who needs food stamps?

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    Genna Rivieccio

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