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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Skeletal Rhythms



The above image is of a painting by Jean-Michel Basquiat. It was one of the paintings on exhibit at the Houston Museum of Fine Arts during the Basquiat travelling show. I've had a long-time interest in Basquiat's work (since I saw the Julian Schnabel biopic in high school, at least) and I'm probably going to do some work on him for part of my dissertation, amongst several other, smaller projects I'm currently developing. Although I vaguely remembered it from art books, the painting above has become easily my favorite Basquiat image...maybe equaled by the later series of "Griot" pictures, but not by much.

Anyway, as some of you may or may not know, Basquiat also had an early sideline career as a musician in a band called Grey. For a brief period, Vincent Gallo (director of Buffalo '66 and The Brown Bunny) was also a member of this band. Very little of this music is available commercially, especially since the prices on both the Downtown 81 and Schnabelm film soundtracks have skyrocketed once they went out of print.

Though Basquiat can't be considered, strictly speaking, a "graffiti artist" in the same sense as Futura 2000, Dondi, or LEE, he was frequently close friends with the wildstyle train bombers from up in the Bronx. Rammellzee, who was both a graffiti artist and an early hip-hop MC (he's on the Wildstyle soundtrack) was particularly intimate w/ Basquiat, and although the painter's taste tended to run heavily towards Charlie Parker, he produced one hip-hop track w/ his friend, called "Beat Bop." Though the official version of the song is available on both Souljazz Records' compilation "New York Noise" and the "Bi-Conicals of Rammellzee" collection, I tracked this dub/test pressing instrumental of the song down. It's a little slower than the final, commercially released version--and certainly of a lower fidelity--but I still think it's kind of an interesting little tidbit from a continuously (for me, anyway) fascinating person.

J-M Basquiat & Rammellzee- Beat Bop (Test Pressing)

Primitive Transcendence



This is my favorite John Fahey song. John Fahey is one of my favorite musicians ever. This track is from the "Transfiguration of Blind Joe Death" album. If you like this song, I would love to give you copies of his albums. Just ask. I might get into how much I love this guy, but I won't here because I think this song's too good to spoil.

John Fahey- On the Sunny Side of the Ocean

Do You Know This Man?


postmike

I made a crack in my rundown of "The Rock Snob's Dictionary" that unless I wanted to get into Italian film score composers, this book wasn't really telling me anything new. Well, the man in the picture above may one of the closest things that the United States has to an Ennio Morricone or Dario Argento's Goblins. And yes, apologies to Danny Elfman, Bernard Herrman, several members of the Newman clan...and whoever else I might be forgetting. But fuck you, John Williams.

Anyway, that's Mike Post. You know, the guy who has scored like every fucking cop show on network tv since 1975? He wrote that indescrible bit of sound (cell door slamming? gavel banging?) that happens every five minutes in "Law and Order." Yeah, that guy.

So, I assume this one will please the nostalgist in all of us:

Mike Post-A-Team Theme Song

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

I Heart Poly Styrene






Though I tend to like girl punk groups across the board at a higher perecentage rate than their male brethren (a weird law of averages, I guess...fewer bands=better bands) I hadn't heard the above album until quite recently. I have the first Raincoats album, but somehow "Odyshape" managed to elude my awareness of its very existence. But, being a fan of their first album, the Slits, Kleenex/Lilliput, the Delta 5, and X-Ray Spex/Lora Logic--okay, so female, UK punk/post-punk generally--I figured I couldn't go wrong with Limewiring the thing. It's also out of print, if anybody's worried about my ethics. What's so weird about this album, though, is how different it is even from its UK post-punk contemporaries, male or female. Where most of the aforementioned groups stuck within a punk/dub framework with the occasional forays into the noisier end of jazz (Lora Logic) or funk or "roots" stuff like rockabilly, the touchstones for this album are--to my ears, at least--odd ones for the time. I hear Sandy Denny-era Fairport Convention and Vashti Bunyan...the latter of whom is an improbable influence, but given the revisionist impulse in pop music I can't help myself. Basically weirdo folk music I guess. I also hear the proto-"world music" from stuff like Don Cherry's "Mu" albums and 70s Ornette Coleman in "Odyshape." There's a couple of other things I can think of to compare the album to as well, but mostly what strikes me is how essentially contemporary it sounds. As the preacher says, "There's nothing new under the sun," I suppose. I highly recommend tracking the rest of the album down if you can.

As for now, here's my current favorite track:

The Raincoats-Only Loved at Night

PS: thanks to John O. for telling me about this thing.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Use What You Got To Get What You Want



Since I mentioned this lady in the previous post, I figured I'd link to the track here:

Marva Whitney- Unwind Yourself

Marva, along with Lyn Collins and Vicki Anderson and a coupla others, were singers with James Brown's band/revue in the 1960s and 1970s. The track's pretty good, as far as J.B.'s (the Godfather's backing band) songs go...but of course the most attractive part of this track to us kids is that horn bit in the beginning...I really hope those guys got some sample credit/cash somewhere along the line.

some ideas for future postings a/o projects

1. An essay about the high school band in For Worth, TX in 1947-8 or so that spawned King Curtis, Ornette Coleman, Dewey Redman, Charlie Moffett, Prince Lasha, and John Carter. Also seeing this in the larger context of the Southwest with Don Cherry in Oklahoma et al. Session musicians in Los Angeles. The distinction between free jazz and r & b at root (or whether there is one)

2. Post-Billie H. and Ella F. female jazz singers: Abbey Lincoln (Max Roach), Linda Sharrock, Fontella Bass (Lester Bowie, AEOC), June Tyson (Sun Ra), Nina Simone...their relationship to popular r & b, their relationship to their husbands (often avant-jazz performers), why they don't get recognition, Betty Mabry and Miles Davis, the resurgence of interest in lesser-known female r & b singers of the 1960s: Candi Staton, Bettye Swann, Marva Whitney-Lyn Collins-Vicki Anderson et al (James Brown). Need to find out who is singing on Archie Shepp's "Attica Blues" and "Cry of My People" albums. Nina Simone and Betty Mabry/Davis make interesting case-in-points.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

"Whose '60's Anyway?" I

"I think that music is an instrument. It can create the initial thought patterns that can change the thinking of the people"
--John Coltrane

Many people (and I'd guess I'm one of 'em) like to divide the world up into two camps based upon a preference for one thing or another. Tarantino does this in Pulp Fiction exquisitely when he has Uma Thurman barrage John Travolta with a lot of "Beatles or Elvis" rigmarole. You could just as easily ask, "Dean Martin or Frank Sinatra," or any other type of question to suit your taste and needs. I for one, in the oh-so-important debate, would inevitably choose Coltrane in a "Miles or Trane" match. I don't think that the choice is mutually exclusive, but it is telling. Though Davis' Kind of Blue album has been sapped of much vitality by the "Starbucks/Barnes & Noble Syndrome," one has to admit that--with or without Coltrane--Davis is pretty fucking important to the history of "jazz" per se. But something important happened right after that session that set the two on pretty divergent paths through the sixties. Miles Davis went on making more or less "good" albums throughout the decade, and Coltrane...well, he went off into the lonely terrra infirma of avant-garde-land. Is it any coincidence that a fairly casual jazz listener can tell recognize right off Kind of Blue but then draw a blank until In a Silent Wayand Bitches Brew? Ten whole years?! Anyway, even without the Muzak-y appropriations of Davis' seminal album, he still never produced anything as moving as A Love Supreme to my ears, nor do his "fusion" works have the kind of spiritually and sonically terrifying and uplifting power of Coltrane's post-A Love Supreme work. Hey, you either love coked-out Miles with the crazy sunglasses or Coltrane besuited and seated Ascension look.

Coltrane is certainly not the only avant-garde "jazz" (he disliked the term, and I'm coming to agree with him) musician of the sixties, but he certainly ranks up there with Ornette Coleman (arguably the progenitor of the decade's "experimental" or "progressive" impulses, though I understand--I can't find many of his early albums--Cecil Taylor is another contender, as well as the last three sides on Lennie Tristano's Intuition album) for sheer breadth and range. It has taken me a long while to wrap my head around this kind of stuff...I remember downloading Ornette's The Shape of Jazz to Come album in the Napster-heady days of 2000, but other than "Lonely Woman" I have to say that the stuff escaped me. Plus, I mean, what was all the fuss about? It didn't seem that particularly noisy or "free," but then again I had just nibbled at the beginning. But thanks to the helpful additions of several albums onto my computer via Mr. John Olson and the invaluable (though unaware) aid of both Limewire and several university and public library systems, as well the not-infrequent purchase (but try finding Sonny Sharrock or the Art Ensemble of Chicago in Best Buy or Sam Goody's) from a record store, I feel like I've got a good journeyman's understanding of the behemoth of the '60s avant-garde.

But something else occurs to me right now, inspired strangely or appropriately enough by Fredric Jameson, that I may be missing in the Miles Davis albums leading up to and including those of of the early 1970s. With Kind of Blue and Sketches of Spain and even up into (maybe this is the last one, and probably the reason that people who don't like Bitches Brew can tolerate it) In a Silent Way Davis manages to--with any of his band's incarnations--deeply emotionally resonating, even when it's obvious that his technical reach and theoretical/philosophical approach is nowhere near as "out there" as Coltrane or Coleman's. But the emotional resonancy of the work also tends to be more or less one-sided: is there really a better 3 a.m. by-yourself record than In a Silent Way? All of Davis' work seems to be infused with such incredible sadness that it is truly shameful the way that it is so often used as pleasant background noise. But that's not the whole story.

Bitches Brew, it seems from my vantage point, is divisive for several reasons. There is of course the issue of "going electric," and increasingly Afro-centric imagery that I understand upset a good number of critics at the time. (Even if they wouldn't admit to the Afro-centricism part--but, as Amiri Baraka/Leroi Jones points out in his...well, contentious essay, "Jazz and the White Critic," most critics have been white (me included, I suppose) while most "important" jazz musicians have not...which leads me to something else: if the word "jazz" is not particularly liked by Coltrane et al, is it perhaps because the word itself (like "rock and roll") was simply a slang term connotating something else, and say, the "Original Dixieland Jazz Band" and their ilk simply cemented its usage by white patrons/disparagers? Something to think about...) Another point of divergence that I can see is that whereas earlier Davis records are infused with somber melancholy, post-1969 albums are becoming darker and darker, to the point where bitterness and anger are really dominant by the point of On the Corner. That album for me is particulary confusing, at least in part because its seeming atonality and randomness (as opposed to the r &b grooves of the 3-4 years preceding) on the surface it would appear to be similar to Coltrane and Coleman's "free jazz" avant-garde styling of the previous decade. But it isn't. In some ways, it seems like a good idea to chalking up at least part of this to the increasingly heavy intake of cocaine that Davis is reported to have indulge in in the '70s...and although I find ascribing any artist's output primarily to particular drugs, I can see some validity to this. Angry, bitter, metallic...the question I suppose would be, "Do the drugs fuel the music or do the choices in drugs reflect the personal, artistic, and social direction already inherent?" I would tend to follow the latter dictum, though a synthetic conclusion might not be out of the realm of possibility.

John Coltrane, unlike Miles Davis, died before the end of the 1960s. Due to complications from liver disease, he expired in 1967...just months away from the climactic year of the decade. What Jameson suggests in his section on "Space" in Postmodernism; Or, the Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism, written nearly twenty five years after that worldwide focal point year, is that it is imperative that we (I assume he means at least left-leaning people, or maybe specifically Marxists...whatever that now entails) not abandon the "utopian" project of the 1960s. And in the end, I suppose that is what separates Coltrane from Davis: despite or because of the cacauphonous "sheets of sound" that dominate everything after My Favorite Things, all of Coltrane's music is essentially a positive statement. This is not to say that I think that Coltrane is the ONLY musician to make positive statements through his work; the best "jazz," "free" or not, often does so...from Duke Ellington to Charlie Parker to more obscure musicians like Rahsaan Roland Kirk. But there is a definite lack of this quality in Davis' music, and I don't just think that it's me conjuring up that interpretation.

Since I've moved into my new apartment and because I haven't started school yet and am without employment, I have a lot of free time to peruse my books as I put them on their new shelves. Occasionally I sit down and read some of one that I just never quite finished, or one that I hadn't thought of in a while. I vaguely remembered reading a few Lester Bangs' pieces on "jazz" a while back, and being as both that's not Bangs' usual forte and the fact that I have gone through at least three or four different relationships with his work, I went back through them and found two really interesting pieces on 1970s era Miles Davis penned by one of the greatest lovers of "noise" ever. And strangely, Lester Bangs hated On the Corner. He even continued to hate it ten years later, when he decided (in one of those passages that manages to keep him interesting) that On the Corner was in fact the first "jazz" album of the '80s. He even makes explicit reference to James Chance/White...the man behind the Contortions and the Blacks, and who as much as anybody at the time attempted to meld "free jazz's" skronk and noise onto punk. I don't really have much more to go on at this point, but this brings me around to the impetus for this, my first new, long blog entry: All of my ideas seem to eventually converge from different directions, and this is one of those points. In my daunting amount of free time lately, I've been working on two projects. The first is an attempt to reconfigure the Sex Pistols against the interpretations offered by Jon Savage in England's Dreaming and, perhaps more specifically, against Greil Marcus' take on the band and the larger social milieu in Lipstick Traces. I guess the primary point in this is that I don't really buy Marcus' use of Nietzschean "affirmation through negation" anymore as an adequate interpretation of either the Sex Pistols or punk generally. I think it both de-emphasizes the very real economic issues at stake and affords a high-theoretical get-out-of-jail-free card for a movement that, though at times liberating, also was brutal, misogynistic and wilfully ignorant. I think this also applies to James Chance's work, and even more explicitly to the reigning "king" of 80s-90s punk/jazz fusion, John Zorn. It just seems pointlessly nihilistic (which doesn't mean "the courage to live without principle or order," no matter how much Jon Savage might want it to) and manipulatively slick in its cultural appropriations, whether from Weegee's 1940s crime scene photos or its knowing (and painfully soul-less) nods to Ornette Coleman. From the other end of the spectrum, I've been trying to figure out what happened to the "avant-garde" impulse that seem(ed) so important to African-American music after the mid-1970s...I have some ideas about micro- and macro- deconstructions that seem relevant to both the music and the 1960s, but I'm really searching for the bridge (or why there isn't one) between the music of that heralded decade and hip-hop. HIp-hop would on the surface seem to be an extension of the cut-up and collaging principles carried out by "jazz" musicians in the aforementioned era, but it seems to me that the choices in source material are so limited (James Brown and Parlaiment/Funkadelic et al) that it falls short of its (musical) possibilities...and of course there are all sorts of socio-economic history to parse out. But then again, maybe I'm just missing something. Anyway, I congratulate you on slogging through this preliminary stab at organizing some ideas, and as usual would greatly appreciate any feedback you might be able to give.

Monday, August 08, 2005

a link for you...

Here's a quick link to my MA thesis:

American Myth Today

let me know if this doesn't work. I promise many more posts after wednesday, when the fine people at Time-Warner Cable give me the sweet digital satisfaction that I have been craving.

Later.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Uh huh....

Cat and Girl: Feeling Hard or Hardly Feeling

Thursday, July 14, 2005

obrother1

The southern portion of the United States has long existed as a set of parallel, though not necessarily congruent, planes. On one level, the South possesses a concrete, distinctive contingent of historical fact. On the other level, the South exists as an entity created in large part by its own representations in mediated form. These two modes have at times meander into the other, and the (perhaps arbitrarily) separate planes have a tendency to contradict themselves. Even what constitutes the “South” is often up for argument, and a casual perusal of the ongoing historiographical debates regarding the region—during any era—reveal an ever-increasing complex of evidence that threatens to break down any stable idea of the South completely. Perhaps thankfully then this project is not concerned with the “real” South. Instead, filtering discussion through the 2000 film O Brother Where Art Thou?, I hope to explicate the role of the South as an imaginary plane in American culture. This plane, though it owes its raw source material to physical and historical reality, operates as a space of representation. In other words, this project begins with the concept of the “South,” which plays itself out on a plane of representation. This is not altogether a different idea than the one that has been commonly applied to the American West. From dime novels to films, the West has also occupied the dual role of a real place and an imaginary one. Monument Valley may have a minimal role in the history of American westward expansion, but it has left its indelible mark on the idea of the West through John Ford’s films. So too the South in films, books, and songs that were created by this imagined space, and created it in turn.
What distinguishes this project from a properly historical one is that fact is not the driving principle. Historians are obligated work with evidence as part of direct causal connection. A “history” of representation is far too ethereal for that approach. Substituting an historical approach for a “genealogical” one—i.e. one that allows for examples picked to show continuous development over a long period—affords the opportunity to deal with the South as a conceptual (rather than factual) entity. O Brother Where Art Thou? is a film set in the 1930s in the American South. Its existence is contingent on the popular ideas about that period, but it is also contingent about the revision of those ideas in the 1960s—marking it as inevitably part of its own time (2000).
The peculiar logic of time and space in O Brother Where Art Thou? that I will be discussing in the first section of this project is framed by a theoretical concept first proposed by the Russian thinker, Mikhail Bakhtin. For Bakhtin, the “chronotope” was an analysis of the interdependent categories of temporal and spatial in a given text. In the case of this project, the primary “text” happens to be a film. The chronotope also suggests that the space-time logic of a text is culturally determined; in O Brother Where Art Thou? a number of tactics are used to construct a plane of representation that is possesses recognizable characteristics for the “viewer” familiar with American cultural archetypes, narrative structures, and value-systems. I will be analasing the techniques that establish the particular chronotope of the film in (another section). However, in keeping with the norms of theoretical discourse, “reader” would be more accurate for an encounter with any given “text.” Throughout the body of this project, “reader” will be used to denote active viewing, since it suggests a process of deciphering the film text that the more passive form lacks. There is some difficulty in arguing this point, however. While I believe that cultural knowledge plays a significant role in O Brother Where Art Thou?, conscientious acknowledgement is not absolutely contingent upon understanding. Nor is there any Freudian “unconscious” or post-Jungian “social unconscious” necessary for this argument. Rather, I would state outright that those provisions of knowledge (cultural archetypes, narratives structures, and value-systems) are understood at least at a base level because of that same cultural determinacy in the chronotope; they are familiar simply because they are an embedded presence. Supplementing that point, however, I hope to add a very rough list of annotations to the specific allusions that form such an important part of the film insofar as they enrich the discussion.
When I began, I noted that this project concerns itself with the South as it is represented in popular culture. That remains true, but in a larger sense this project is how concerned with how the South as a plane of representation operates as a site where and which (given the conditions of particular types of chronotopes) representation gives way to what Roland Barthes calls “mythic language.” For Barthes, “mythic language” is a meta-linguistic category. Following the work of the Swiss linguist Ferdinand de Saussure on “structural linguistics”, “language” in Barthes’ work is fundamentally constituted by the relationship between three categories: signified, signifier, and sign. The signified is the as yet unnamed object; for instance the physical “tree.” The signifier, then, could be the word “tree” itself. Two important points here are made by Barthes. The first is that the signifier “tree” does not simply express the physical entity “tree.” The second is that, in an extension of Saussure’s work, language is not simply the verbal or printed word. In this, Barthes argues that language can be composed of images (like photographs or film), non-verbal sounds (like music), verbal or printed words, or any combination thereof. This is of the utmost importance to what Barthes calls “semiology” or the study of “signs,” the third term in this equation. The sign then is the relationship between the signifier and the signified, which can manifest itself in a myriad of ways. Barthes extends this triangulation to the study of “mythic language,” but the crucial difference is that “mythic language” is established after everyday language. This is why it falls under a “meta” category. Under particular circumstances that are culturally determinate and not (as some mythologist insist) eternal, the “sign” or relationship between signifier and signified in the first part becomes the signifier in a whole new linguistic equation. In his essay, “Myth Today,” Barthes uses examples drawn from Aesop’s Fables. In Aesop’s work, the “fox” bears little direct relationship to the physical “fox.” Instead, the concept of “fox” that constitutes the sign in the lower level equation becomes the basis for a meta-language concept that uses the signifier “fox” and the signified “cunning” or “sly” in order to establish a whole new concept of “fox.” This new concept, though contingent up the first, operates separately from idea of the physical “fox.”
This theoretical approach to mythology is very important to my understanding of O Brother Where Art Thou?. Aside from the film’s setting being an idealized representation of the “South,” those same cultural archetypes, narrative structures, and value-systems in the film noted above are, I would argue, operating within the same meta-language of myth that Barthes establishes in his essay. Some of the specific cultural allusions that fall under this rubric are analyzed in detail in (another section). In this introductory section, however, I would like to posit why I believe a synthesis of the two dominant theories in this project are useful to my discussion of O Brother Where Art Thou?. In Mikhail Bakhtin’s work (which honestly defies quotation) he was primarily concerned with literary form of the novel. For Bakhtin, the novel was not limited to book length prose a la Don Quixote. A novel, in this understanding, is dependant upon the idea of the “novel” or the new. The novel is a form that can consistently regenerate itself in a variety of ways. Bakhtin contrasts this with “dead” forms like the lyric poem or, more importantly, the “epic.” The epic in Bakhtin’s work is a form that is limited because it already has a preexisting basic structure that cannot be altered. Significantly, Bakhtin also posits that the “epic” possesses a particular chronotope—a space-time logic—that establishes it as both existing in the past, but also at a disjunctive rupture from any linear history. The prime example of this would be Homer’s Odyssey, which can be perceived as both “ancient Greece” and at the same time have no historical bearing on the events of that era. It is interesting, then, that the most lauded example of the novel in the twentieth-century, James Joyce’s Ulysses, uses the Odyssey as its structural model. Just as interesting though is the chronotope peculiar to Joyce’s Ulysses that creates an “epic” within the course of a single day in mundane, turn of the century Dublin. O Brother Where Art Thou?, though arguably not as significant an artistic achievement as Joyce’s novel, does something similar as it draws both on the narrative structure of the Odyssey and very pointedly alerts the reader of the film to its epic allusions at the beginning of the film with the words, “Based Upon the Homer’s Odyssey” and its use of a quotation from the first line of the poem. While the film does roughly follow the narrative pattern established in Homer’s epic poem, I think that it is less useful to annotate (as others have done with Joyce’s book) the adherence or deviation from its “source” than an alert to readers of the film that this film is speaking, according to Barthes, a “mythic language.” By establishing this mode of discourse immediately as the dominant one (and there are other, more subtle ways that I analyze HERE), the film is immediately relieved of any dutiful regard for fact. In its stead, a reading of the film yields the complex relationship between signs and signifiers of not just a Southern but a quintessentially American mythology. This project aims to analyze how those myths work today.