Ronnie Spector Writes Open Letter to Miley Cyrus, Sinead O’Connor, Amanda Palmer, ‘Everybody Else In the Damn World’

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Rock and Roll pioneer and Girl Group queen bee Ronnie Spector has added her own experienced, husky alto to the ongoing Miley Cyrus controversy by penning an open letter to Cyrus, Sinead O’Connor, Amanda Palmer, Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, Carol King, Billie Holliday, and “everybody else in the damn world that thinks it’s any of their pervy little business.”

The body of her letter began:

Girls, I love you, but you don’t know how good you’ve got it. We’re lucky to live in a world where this is the conversation. Where Miley had the platform she had to do all those up-rilin’ things she did. Is there even such a thing as happiness, babies? Can’t we all just do the Sha-La-La forever? And what kind of mysticism do you use to justify the existence of some objective sexual morality? Whatever that magazine that is, sister, I don’t subscribe.

Without apologizing for the gender imbalances that obviously still exist within the industry, Spector, whose 1986 duet with Eddie Money “Take Me Home Tonight” reached no. 4 on the Billboard charts, also recounted several extreme tales of the past misogyny that was endemic within the music industry:

Let me put it this way, my candy-coated switchblade sisters: you never had to marry Phil Spector just to get your records published. That handgun-obsessed psychopath kept a glass coffin for me in the basement of his castle “in case I ever tried to leave him.” At least nobody here has had all their shoes stolen so they “can’t run away from the Wig-Master.” Amanda, you apparently had to marry Neil Gaiman for some unholy reason, but I suspect, beyond all logic, that you’re into it.

Spector continued:

“Whoa-O-O Whoa.”

The 2007 Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame Inductee was incredibly candid in her letter, disclosing many personal details of her life regarding sex and the music industry:

I had sex with Tom Waits once. Is it because I found him attractive? Heavens no. I did it for the rasp. For the gravelly comingling of our voices in the throws of animal passion. It was about the sex and the sounds in tandem, the bubblegum pop of the orgasm. He smelled like a bar mat but he had a member like a can of Hamm’s.

Spector ended her letter by saying:

Miley, do whatever the fuck you god damn want. There are more important things in the world for us to worry about than publicly critiquing other women that are finding success. Like forming supergroups with those women instead. Come on now, my babies, and be my new Ronnettes. You three and me, we can conquer the world together with our new-century Wall of Sound. Love is the only god, rock ‘n’ roll will never die, for a more complete understanding of the theoretical underpinnings of my ideas read Hélène Cixous’ The Laugh of the Medusa, Shoop, Shoop, Shoop Da-Dee-Dee doop.

Ronnie Spector’s newest record is Ronnie Spector’s Best Christmas Ever, available now at iTunes and amazon.com.

David Sharp is Senior Editor of the Rock ‘N’ Roll High School Yearbook.

Photo Courtesy of powerruner57

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