Live review: Miley Cyrus shows she doesn't need taming at the House of Blues
I had one main concern about bringing my grade school-age daughter to see Miley Cyrus at the House of Blues on the Sunset Strip, where she performed a show streamed live on the Internet celebrating the release of her "adult-themed" album "Can't Be Tamed." I was worried that the show might be too loud. So we made sure to pack the earplugs before heading to the concert, and we sat on the floor and ate a grilled cheese sandwich before America's latest sexual menace took the stage and entertained us for an hour.
Does my lax parental attitude shock you? Try to consider this with a clear head. Cyrus is currently surviving Scarlet Letter levels of reproach for wearing costumes not much skimpier than what many elementary dance schools hawk to their prepubescent students, imitating Adam Lambert in a video and miming a kiss with a female dancer onstage -- a reference to a form of exploration quite common among high school girls.
My daughter has heard jokes as suggestive as anything Cyrus offered Monday night at kids' movies such as "Madagascar," and saw racier images on the billboards hovering above Barham Boulevard on the drive to the club. Sexual display and broad innuendo run rampant in the forest of images and references in which she's growing up; that's part of contemporary life, and my job as a mom is to help her navigate it while developing self-respect and good sense.
I also believe in bodily joy, which is something pop music has always provided me. Miley Cyrus, product of the Disney machine that she is, projects more explosive happiness in her hits than cold Britney or calculated (if admirable) Gaga offer, and she's more of a tomboy than Taylor, whose princess act I find grating, though I admit that the politic blond is, at this point, a better songwriter than her more uncensored friend.
Hannah Montana wasn't too much of a hit in our house -- my kid and her friends all prefer the snappier iCarly, and SpongeBob rules supreme. We never saw Cyrus' movies. But we like her hits. "7 Things" kicks foolish-boy butt with a forgiving heart; "The Climb" shows her godmother Dolly's influence. And "Party in the U.S.A."? You haven't really heard that song until a back seat full of kindergarteners has sung it to you.
So I didn't hesitate a bit when the chance arose to make this review assignment a mother-daughter date. I wasn't alone; the Cyrus show was initially planned as an 18-and-over event, but many concertgoers complained (including plenty of VIP's, judging by rows of sparkle-drenched tweens and their little sisters lining the balcony) and, day of show, it was announced that youngsters would be admitted.