177 Women in Audio
a single-family unit, neighborhood, workplace, city, country, world. Some
of my fellow women producers in NYC have roots in tribal cultures on
the verge of collapse, some come from ancient cultures older than Moses’
tablets, some from sleepy bourgeoisie cultures, some have progressive
working-class backgrounds, etc. These women are gloriously diverse, tal-
ented, and diligent and they are all here, ready to pounce, and change
things. Paradoxically, they look at the world with these deep probing eyes
and manifest meticulousness, inclusiveness (for the lack of a better word),
and exceptional care in the studio and in the festivals/events they produce,
and yet, they are looked at as curious, isolated islands. It’s the women’s fes-
tival, the women in audio, the women composers, the women who lunch.
Coming from Yugoslavia, a country whose model of living no longer
exists due to the collapse of its experimental socialism and the brutal fight
for money and territory helped by a new wave of tribal and nationalis-
tic rhetoric, I have found myself increasingly re-connecting the broken
pieces I took with me, consequently adding my “American experience”
to my “new world order” fantasy. This fantasy includes, first and fore-
most, the re-ordering of the hierarchy in the “who sings under the dotted
line” game in audio. I recently saw the Carole King musical Beautiful
on Broadway. An anomaly for the times in which she lived – she signed
her work as songwriter and producer – her early desire to author was met
with “she writes girl songs”, and was given a chance because of that. The
ratio between the probability of her career longings and the amount of hit
songs she amassed is soaringly high. King made a dent in the culture that
didn’t know “she” was possible in the role she secured. In my opinion,
Kate Bush too falls into this particular category of trailblazers, and a few
others. The situation is not all that bad, though. It is remarkably better than
it was in the nineteenth century, for instance (yes, you can laugh here),
and the very fact that I can write these words is a step forward toward
having a music industry that co-creates with the other 50% of the planet.
My desired scenario is this: the bastard proliferation of technology and its
cheap price will inevitably pull in more women, and the pendulum will
start to move toward their interest areas, therefore giving them more say.
This could happen very dramatically in the fields of 3D sound and other
immersive technologies, since women tend to live in that kind of world
in their minds anyway. If they get to this field early enough, and claim
these technologies for what they think is important for humankind, they’ll
reinforce the rule the big corporations will have to then accept. In traffic
court, it’s called ‘the right of way’. NYC is a prime candidate for this to
unfold. My feeling is that within the current political climate – and yes,
all art is political – there is a sense of daring, hurriedness, and decadence,
as when, I suppose, Rome was nearing its end. In a moment like this – in
between radically different technological stages where nanotechnologies,
Big Data, and talk of parallel universes are seeping daily into our cups of
coffee – grand ideas can take hold, so stay alert! I, myself, don’t intend to
be left behind.
I’ll narrow the question of who women producers are even further here
and offer some images/situations that shaped me personally. When it