March 28 is International Women in Music Day — here are the icons our editors think you should stream
The history of International Women in Music Day
This female-centric holiday was first established in 2008, and sought to spotlight the achievements of female artists, composers, and producers who have shaped the musical landscape. It gives us an opportunity to appreciate and support female musicians – across genres and eras.
How to celebrate International Women in Music Day
If you need a few ideas, here are some ways to celebrate: this unique holiday.
Curate a ladies-first playlist of your faves. Start the day with the artists, genres, and eras that you already know you love. Dig up an old favorite from college, or even high school, or stream that current pop hit that's stuck in your head all day. (If it's 'That's So True' by Gracie Abrams, you're not alone.)
Discover a new favorite artist. Dig into a genre or time period that you're not familiar with, and try to find something new that you like. Take it a step further and share their work with your family and friends.
Support an emerging or established artist in person. Attend a live performance at a venue in your local neighborhood. Not only will you be supporting the artist, you'll also be supporting local businesses in your community.
Our editors' picks: Iconic female artists for Women in Music Day
To commemorate this day, we compiled a list of our editors' favorite artists – these are musicians who we feel have made significant impacts in the industry, and who have brought excitement, joy, and inspiration to our personal lives.
Stevie Nicks, selected by Melissa
The mystical frontwoman of Fleetwood Mac and a powerhouse solo artist, Stevie Nicks is probably top of mind for many when the topic of women in music comes up. And rightfully so — Nicks is an icon who leverages her raspy voice against a backdrop of rock and poetry. Take that and combine it with her ethereal personal style and witchy stage presence, and Nicks is somehow not just a singer — she's a whole vibe.
Top song pick: 'Silver Springs' (which Nicks says is 'probably the best song I've ever written')
Lady Gaga, selected by Mark
Nobody does reinvention quite like Lady Gaga — from her early days as an electropop icon, to her interlude in jazz, to her Oscar-winning acting turn. She nails every metamorphosis, and her genre-defying turns and bold fashion sense (remember the meat dress?) have turned her into a cultural force.
Top song pick: 'How Bad Do U Want Me' (from her newest album, Mayhem, which she's currently getting sued over by a surf company)
Neko Case, selected by Jerry
If this is your first exposure to Neko Case, we're kind of jealous — because you're about to discover one of the most powerful voices in music. Her vocals are like a force of nature: raw, unflinching, and utterly captivating. She blends elements of alt-country, indie rock, and folk into something entirely her own, pairing evocative melodies with poetic, often haunting lyrics that linger long after the song ends.
And if you fall in love with her solo work (you will), there's more: Neko is also a longtime member of supergroup The New Pornographers, meaning there's an entire second discography of Neko-sprinkled fun waiting for you. She's one of the most underrated storytellers in music — and a true master of mood.
Top Song Pick: 'People Got a Lot of Nerve'
Beyoncé, selected by Tracey
Yes, this is obvious, but you cannot talk about iconic and music and leave out Queen B.! Beyoncé is a once-in-a-lifetime artist; she has redefined what it means to be a performer, blending choreography and unmatched vocals. With Lemonade and Renaissance, she proved that music can be both personal and revolutionary.
Top Song Pick: 'Get Me Bodied'
Taylor Swift, selected by Meredith
Did you think... we were going to make a whole list and leave Taylor Swift off it? Don't worry; we would obviously never. While she has her detractors, there's no denying that Taylor Swift has gone from country darling to global pop phenomenon to indie-folk storyteller to global touring phenomenon ... she has dominated every genre and arena she's dipped her talented toes into. Her ability to reinvent herself each era while never missing with her razor-sharp lyrics has earned her critical acclaim and a fiercely loyal fanbase.
Top Song Pick: 'Cowboy Like Me' (which is also a favorite track of Swift's boyfriend, Travis Kelce)
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He took to running around the apartment, crowing his bastardized version of the Chef's already bastardized Swedish and then, mimicking his new Nordic hero, flinging into the air whatever he had handy. Sometimes it was a stuffed animal; other times it was hard objects, which would necessitate a stern lecture (after my husband and I had taken cover) about the dangers of throwing things up, because they tend to come down, even if the Chef's flapjacks do not. After my son got a Swedish Chef action-figure set that included a small chicken and a handful of cooking tools, he would sit on the ground, brow furrowed in concentration, making the cleaver-wielding chef hop after the chicken—or sometimes, in keeping with Muppet sensibility, vice versa. My daughters became obsessed with 'Pigs in Space,' a recurring Muppet sketch parodying Star Trek and other space operas of the 1960s and '70s. They erupted in cheers whenever the USS Swinetrek flew across the screen, indicating that the sketch was back again. The setup is that three pigs are flying through the cosmos—Captain Link Hogthrob, Dr. Julius Strangepork, and Miss Piggy as first mate—and … nothing really happens. John Cleese shows up as a pirate and tries to make a call from a payphone on the ship, while his parrot, who is in love with him, gripes that Cleese is neglecting her and should take her to dinner with all his doubloons. The ship is invaded by two alien beings, who turn out to be the Swedish Chef and his chicken, and after they leave, the pigs get bored. When the USS Swinetrek nears the end of the universe, where its crew will finally discover the meaning and purpose of life, the dinner bell rings, and the pigs get sidetracked. Miss Piggy is routinely degraded, asked by the boars to do the laundry or make more swill, though the audience understands that she's smarter and tougher than her male co-stars. According to Oz, Miss Piggy's puppeteer, her toughness was hard-won. In multiple interviews, he has spoken about his need to understand the complete biographies of the characters he portrayed, even if viewers don't share that need. In Oz's mind, Miss Piggy was born on a farm, loved her father very much, and was grief-stricken when he died in a tractor accident. As her mother's subsequent suitors turned their attention to Miss Piggy, a single path forward emerged: to leave. She was later forced to do some things she wasn't proud of as she clawed her way to diva-dom, including appearing in a bacon commercial. Does any of that come through the screen as she floats around in outer space? I suppose that, for some viewers, it does—that having a deep understanding of Miss Piggy's character somehow enabled Oz and the other puppeteers to present her simulated world as real enough that the audience would jump into it with her, feetfirst, willingly suspending disbelief. Or maybe that's not why it works. 'It's just so weird,' my third grader said to me one night, with a snort. 'Like, why are there even pigs in space?' I didn't experience what others warned me I might, after the months of decline that led to Dad's death late last year: picking up the phone to call him and forgetting that there would be no one on the other end, looking up from the sidewalk at the window where he worked for decades, expecting to see the light on and being knocked sideways that it was dark. I never forgot. I never expected the light to be on. But occasionally, I'd find myself dropping from one reality straight through to another, something most likely aided by my living just eight blocks from where I grew up. My neighborhood is saturated with memories spanning my whole life. Passing a street corner, I would suddenly reverse-age four decades and see Dad's belt buckle sliding along my tricycle's handlebars, because I was so hot and sweaty and tired that I simply couldn't pedal one more inch, and he was pulling me around that corner, home. I'd be running the Lower Loop in Central Park, where we used to take our daily afternoon walks, and I'd pass a busker playing the fiddle and have to stop, hands on knees, to catch my breath, remembering the Flatt and Scruggs Dad played through his computer speakers. These temporal shifts through eras were uncontrolled, unexpected, all-encompassing. My scrim between reality and memory, truth and simulation, had become porous, faulty. Like the Swedish Chef, who starts making a turtle soup only to find that the turtle has woken up and is trying to escape, my reality was pitched, slightly, on its axis. The first time one of these temporal shifts through eras, one of these free falls from today back to childhood, happened was a few nights after the burial. My husband, kids, and I gathered, the children freshly showered and damp-haired, and put on the Muppets, as we'd done, at that point, for months. The episode featured Señor Wences, the ventriloquist whose main act involved Johnny, a boy made from Wences's hand, on which he stuck two googly eyes, and on top of which he draped a ridiculous orange wig. His other star performers were a bespectacled chicken named Cecilia (Wences: 'Second name?'; Cecilia: 'Chicken') and Pedro, a surly talking head (literally just a head, not an MSNBC type) who, after a train accident that decapitated the poor puppet, spent his life, disembodied, in a box. The episode's conceit was that Kermit has decided to do something new: a puppet show! 'It's a complete change of pace, folks,' he said to cheers. 'Yes, it's a real first!' Toward the end, Wences held up an egg and asked Cecilia Chicken to identify it. As she replied, softly and directly, 'My son' (rhymes with moan), a memory of childhood weekend breakfasts welled up from deep in my subconscious, collapsing time just as the puppets on-screen were collapsing their simulation. I saw the kitchen table, the oval wooden one my father had waxed by hand until it shone. I felt its slight stickiness beneath my hands. And by the stove was Dad, apron halved and tied around his waist, holding up an egg reverently, sighing, lovingly pronouncing it 'my son!' in Salamancan-inflected English, then cracking it, with a flourish, into a cast-iron skillet. He used to do that with eggs. I'd completely forgotten. For a moment, I stayed there at the kitchen table, giggling. I stayed with the feeling of being closer to my children's age than middle age; closer to those evenings spent cross-legged and damp-haired myself, watching my dad turn stuffed animals into performers; closer still to a moment years before my birth, when, across town at the Henson studios, in a healthy body with long legs kicked up on the desk in front of him, my dad held a bulky tape recorder to his mouth, paused, then started up for the first time in ersatz Swedish, the beginning of a thread that would reach out, decades later, and tether him to me.
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