Ross urges readers to support sexy dangdut singer Dewi Persik.
The disgraceful behaviour of the primitives in Tangerang towards that splendid young lady Dewi Persik deserves our interest.

Dewi Persik, wardrobe accident.
To listen to some mediaeval oaf likening the cheery, pretty singer to a prostitute, because presumably she makes their Darth Vadar-lookalike women seem dowdy, was infuriating.
We who are guests in this country may not participate in demos or political manifestations of any sort, and that’s fair enough. But we can go to the movies.
Next week a new Indonesian horror movie, starring Dewi herself embroiled with pocongs (Tali Pocong Perawan), (I’d have thought the Mayor of Tangerang might be a better candidate for the attentions of fiendish horrors, but never mind) starts showing in Jakarta cinemas.
Dewi Persik in action.
Let’s all go see her film, thus showing our support in a tangible but non-political way.
I don’t know if all the dangdut videos destroyed by the FPI ratbags were paid for -I doubt it, given their general reluctance to recognise rights for any but their own fellow-undesirables - but we at least can be sure Dewi will benefit from our attendance in the bioskops.
And it would be nice if some box-office records were broken, demonstrating that she can draw crowds in excess of the turn-out for cretin fanatic rallies.
And for those of you who only go to Western films, you’ll be surprised how enjoyable the local ones are. We watched Kesurupan last week and it was just as good as the American “One Missed Call”, which we saw yesterday.
Tags: Cinemas, Dangdut, Demonstrations, Demonstrators, Dewi Persik, Films, FPI, Movies, Pocong, Pretty, Sexy, Singers, Tali Pocong Perawan, Tangerang, Videos, Women
Well I loved this newspaper cover

She is going to be allowed to perform in Tangerang, provided she dresses for the occasion and doesn’t dance too sexy.
At last ! Something we can agree on !
I’m not sure I want to watch a movie called “Tali Pocong Perawan”, not even for free. I have symphaty for this lass, but not to the point of tormenting myself. Afterall, she’ll now probably earn twice more thanks to these ‘negative’ publicities.
PrimaryDrive — yes, She’s a master of publicity — check out her flirtations with the Sydney Morning Herald correspondent.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/world/how-i-became-a-pop-singers-love-interest/2008/01/25/1201157668290.html
The world would be a dull place without sexy women.
Achmad…
“Indonesian poet, pencak silat master, ukuele player and dangdut singer”…
and SMH journalist? ![]()
I don’t know what FPI is trying to prove here and there, but whatever they do it seems like they’re just confirming that violence is their so-called holy way… Pretty sad eh?
Further to the Dewi controversy, we tuned into Global TV’s ‘Bibir’ programme last night (Tuesday 8/4) where a discussion on the issue took place. The participants included not only Julia Perez and Trio Macan, but also Tessa Mariska (does anyone know if she’s a sister of Wawa Mariska -they are both honeys, for sure) so I watched their every word carefully!
They were basically having fun, even taking turns to goyang themselves, but interestingly, a lot of the street interviews showed mixed feelings: they liked a bit of goyang but were concerned that Dewi’s pelvic thrusts might have a bad influence on kids. Other dangdut stars, it was implied, were not so set on provoking nafsu.
I found this surprising - much of dancing in all countries is a form of mating ritual, surely, and we don’t have to go back only to the Twist - Great-Grandma’s Charleston springs to mind - to recognise this. How Cousin Lester does the waltz with his auntie will, probably, hopefully, be quite sedate. How teens dance is much more purposeful. One adjusts one’s style and manner to the occasion. You could see kiddies and grannies enjoying the sense of occasion on TPI’s Kontes Dangdut Indonesia, but there was nothing erotic going on for them -it was simply fun.
As a long-term dangdut fan ( I regard it as Country and Eastern; my lifelong taste for Nashville’s music translated rapidly into appreciation of the same kind of twangy, ‘achey-breaky heart’ lyrics that Indonesia’s masses love) I have taken a continuing interest in the art-form.
In my first year here, friendly locals took me to a place in Manggarai, which may well still be there- ’twas named the Sinegar, I believe. The singers there were typical penyanyi2 dangdut, slinky, recklessly attired, splendid examples of archipelagic womanhood. I learned a lot there, a fair recompense for picking up the tab at the end of an evening with my pribumi companions.
For a long time, dangdut (again like C and W) was infra dig, according to most Indonesians I’ve talked to. ‘Proper’ people looked down on it. Sanitised forms only were permitted on tv when it first came into vogue among the non-wong cilik. Haji Rhoma Irama (he of frequent matings fame) set himself up as the King of Dangdut and has done his utmost to cling to the crown, not least by demonising the up-and-coming Inul, who won popularity for dancing sexily (though Inul has not to my knowledge ever appeared scantily clad -I’m open to correction on this). Dangdut is now establishment entertainment.
Yet in the kampungs, a key part of dangdut performance has surely always been its provocative element. And that is what the kill-joys can’t stand.
What I think we are seeing in the fanatics’ threats against and abuse of the sensual divas is merely a manifestation of certain Islamists’ war on the basic, earthy, enjoyable character of Indonesia. Much as Cromwell’s grim republic banned May Day and the festive celebration of Christmas in the mid-17th Century. Merry England was outlawed.
One good reason, therefore, for solidarity with Dewi Perssik.
Much as I disagree with Ross’s politics and anti-gay stand I find it hard to believe a supporter of Dangdut singers can be all bad. I’m struggling to sustain the will to insult Ross, although i’m sure he’ll come up with something to spur me on soon.
FPI is just lowlife. If they hadn’t Islam they would find another reason for making amok.
They are something like the Balinese Bhuta Kala, evil spirits always in for causing trouble and making mischief. But here we also give them offerings, mecaru, usually a bit of rotten meat to keep them quiet.
I regard it as Country and Eastern; my lifelong taste for Nashville’s music translated rapidly into appreciation of the same kind of twangy, ‘achey-breaky heart’ lyrics that Indonesia’s masses love
Sorry mate, but to compare it with C&W is a disqualification of dangdut. This is not about cow shit shoveling rednecks or sporting a ponytail like Billy Ray Cyrus. C&W is sweet, not provocative and in line with the conservative Bible Belt mentality of hilliebillies.
Dangdut is Indonesia’s rock and roll. Controversial, provocative, sexy and always looking to stretch the boundaries of “good taste”.
Dewi isn’t welcome in Bandung either, mayor Dada Rosada says there is no way he’ll give permission for her to perform in the city.
Dewi, oh Dewi, why didn’t you become my dewiratugedeanom?
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