where are those angels when you need them? at ladies rock camp.

I’ve been raising up my hands—drive another nail in
Just what God needs
one more victim.

~Tori Amos, “Crucify”

Many of us have this thing I call the Suck Voice. It doesn’t deserve capital letters, but it demands them. Sometimes you comply because you don’t have so much power. It has you by the gonads, so what can you do but cry uncle.

The Suck Voice is usually not the voice of reason. It’s the voice of fear. And fear is never right, but it’s always loud. Sometimes you think fear makes good sense; doesn’t it keep you away from spiders, deserted streets, fire? Not exactly. You stay away from spiders because they bite (and they are hideous). You stay away from deserted streets because someone could get away with a crime against you more easily there. And you stay away from fire because it burns, and burns are painful.

The Suck Voice has a specific goal. It comes out when you are afraid of failure. It keeps you from doing the things you really want to do by reminding you how fat you’ve gotten, how stupid you’ll look, how old you are, how hard people will laugh at you. It tells you, “Don’t bother. You SUCK.” So stop posting your shit photos to Flickr. Stop writing your crappy blog that no one reads anyway. Stop plunking the strings of your guitar and thinking you are playing it. And, damn it, don’t you dare go to Ladies Rock Camp.

On a day that I had my brain to myself—and, it would seem, an extra five hundred bucks—I enrolled for a three-day weekend in August. It’s a grownup, abbreviated version of the Willie Mae Rock Camp for Girls, held in two sessions every summer. On Friday, wannabe rockers can pick an instrument they know or have never played, get in a band, and write a song; on Sunday, they play it in a club.

All sorts of frantic guitarring began at that moment, as I sought out loud, rocking rhythms from bands like The Runaways, who I was always told had learned their instruments yesterday.* So when my husband told me the song I’d picked was too hard to learn quickly, I felt a little defeated. I signed up for some quickie lessons, but neither the teacher nor I knew what would help me. So I plugged the Strat into the basement amp and wailed on it a few days, touching the neck and the strings as if I were an alien encountering some fascinating, shiny object of mystery and allure.

And then I got on the bus.

Ladies Rock Camp was mostly what anyone would expect— some instrument lessons; some workshops like songwriting and, perhaps less expected, self-defense; some band practice; some guest musicians. The days began with affirmations that director Karla Schickele calls, “Rock Formations”; we gather in the cafeteria to remind ourselves, with powerful voices and arms, that “We Rock!” Until this very moment, I didn’t get its importance. For lunch the first day, the 39 campers, several volunteers, and the few paid coordinators were serenaded by Felice Rosser, a tall, dark, bass-playing woman with braids and a voice as smooth and rich as hot cocoa.

After her performance, we all asked questions, including the excellent, “How do you play bass and sing at the same time?” My question was about the Suck Voice. Felice calls hers the Shadow, after the Jungian concept. Her answer was thoughtful, and I had the feeling she could have gone on about it, that it was something she wrestled to the ground regularly. On this day, she’d won. She was my angel.

On Saturday morning, my group of ten advanced guitarring ladies (advanced! yes, I was in the advanced group!) had an extended lesson, but the first half was spent on individual questions. I just wanted to jam, so I unplugged myself and took a walk. Felice was in the hallway. “It’s my Suck Voice friend,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about you all night.”

We talked in the hallway for twenty minutes—about being too dark, too fat, too old, too lousy to do the things that make us feel good and how it is that we get our power back. To some extent, it involves being less judgmental of others. But it certainly involves being kinder to ourselves. We found ourselves remembering a poignant scene from a movie.

In What the Bleep do We Know?, some photos by Dr. Masaru Emoto are on exhibit in the subway. Emoto studied the messages from water by photographing water crystals under various spells. For instance, some drops were prayed for by priests; some were serenaded by Vivaldi and Mozart; others were given labels such as “love and gratitude.” The crystals are beautiful, like snowflakes. But one sample of water, labeled, “you make me sick,” is brown and murky—a water you wouldn’t want to even think exists, much less drink. You’re sad for that water, even though you know all this is impossible.

At that moment in the movie, the moment Felice and I are discussing, a stranger walks up to star Marlee Matlin and says, “If a thought could do that to water, imagine what a thought could do to you.” New-age hooey or not, I cried hard. Our negative thoughts rule us! They condition our responses. They set us up for every failure!

Felice told me that part of grappling with the suck voice means believing that you have something important to say. Whatever way we are compelled to speak—with words, with music, with art, with science, with stillness—is valid and important.

Because what happens to us when we don’t suffocate those jealous, rude, bitter voices? We muddy our souls. We become jealous, rude, and bitter. We regret. We resent.

“Every day, I crucify myself.
And my heart is sick of being in chains.”

Yeah, that’s right. Hand me my wings. I rock.

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*For the record, I never believed that. Lita Ford should have placed in the top twenty of the best guitarists of all time; she’s that good. The Runaways’ songs only sound effortless. That’s their magic.

“Suck Voice” illustration/photo by Jennifer König, who also rocks.

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12 Comments

  1. jennifer konig August 15, 2009 at 5:16 pm #

    your negative thoughts of spiders are muddying their souls, woman!

    i wish i could fave this. it's a brilliant post — and such a good reminder of what's really important.

  2. Lysandra Cook Photography August 15, 2009 at 7:42 pm #

    This is wonderful! You are such a talented woman, you do ROCK!

  3. Betsy August 15, 2009 at 7:42 pm #

    This speaks to my soul–it's actually Biblical–Good Book biblical. And I love the angel photo.

    Betsy Emdin

  4. Anonymous August 15, 2009 at 7:53 pm #

    Super cool story, but the Runaways weren't beginners when they started. Lita Ford had been playing for 8 years when she joined the band, Joan had been playing for 3, Sandy for 6. Jackie was staring out on bass, but she already played the guitar.

  5. Leslie F. Miller August 15, 2009 at 8:00 pm #

    Thanks, ladies.

    To Anon, yes, I am well aware, and Lita Ford should have made the top 20 guitarists. The joke among those who wanted to play or wanted to dis girl rockers was that they couldn't play. I was a big fan, saw them live when I was in tenth grade. I had never tried to play them before and did not expect to encounter too many chord changes; i knew it would be tough, but I didn't know HOW tough.

  6. Kim Hosey August 16, 2009 at 1:35 am #

    I let my Suck Voice get control by thinking that I'm just being practical. Psh; that whole positive-thinking BS. C'mon. I'm practical, logical. What, like The Secret hooey, where if you think hard enough, you'll suck good things toward you?

    But I'm full of it. This is beautiful. And true. You, certainly, have a lot to say. You rock so hard.

  7. Kells August 16, 2009 at 1:50 pm #

    Great post.

    I always think about that scene from What the Bleep… and the water. It always stays with me…

  8. Jenn August 17, 2009 at 1:38 pm #

    Echoing everyone so far – thank you for a great post – I'm glad you had such a good time at camp – I think there should be more camps for adults to help us remember to tell that voice inside us to shut up.

  9. jo(e) August 18, 2009 at 6:04 pm #

    Oh, this is such a wonderful post!

    (And it's somehow so reassuring to me that someone as beautiful, talented, and smart as you still has to battle the Suck Voice just like the rest of us.)

  10. Andy66 August 18, 2009 at 8:27 pm #

    I've never heard "The Runaways" but I have definitely heard the infamous "SUCK VOICE) in stereo.
    Thanks for the post.
    It really is encouraging

  11. Keri August 19, 2009 at 3:59 pm #

    Beautiful. Absolutely.

  12. Dawn Rossbach April 25, 2012 at 11:19 pm #

    Although this post is from 2009, (there is some serious irony in that number today) it has come at a perfect time for me. I need to name my suck voice.

    I like the writing. And think about the road you have traveled in the last three years!