Whoa. I’ve got just enough time to share this ridiculous video of Ellen McIlwaine singing “Up in heaven shouting.” Singing backwards when the tape runs forwards? Whoa.
Whoa. I’ve got just enough time to share this ridiculous video of Ellen McIlwaine singing “Up in heaven shouting.” Singing backwards when the tape runs forwards? Whoa.
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Sims, Mass & Alan the G created this wonderful video montage of MF DOOM samples and snippets. Well constructed and inspirational (I’m trying to find a copy of Altered States right now!)
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I’m trying to finish a mixtape with two songs by the brilliant guitarist Ellen McIlwaine. Looking at an old interview with McIlwaine archived on Ear of Newt I noticed this little vignette about Taj Mahal and the calming power of music.
Another blues artist McIlwaine raves about these days is her longtime friend Taj Mahal, who sang on a couple of Spontaneous Combustion tracks, including a reggae version of the old call-and-response ditty, “Mockingbird”. McIlwaine’s been wanting to record that song with Taj for a long time.
“I saw him do ‘Mockingbird’ with Etta James on TV once,” she says, “and I thought, ‘Goshdarnit, I’m gonna ask him to sing on this.’ ’Cause I used to volunteer at a children’s hospital, and one time there was a child in a lot of distress, and I didn’t know exactly what I was gonna do—I was still new. But I picked him up and started singing ‘Mockingbird’, and he got really quiet. I looked down at him after a couple of lines, and his little head was goin’ back and forth. So I figured it was a cool tune, and I started doin’ it on stage.”
via Johnny Winter showed blues traveler Ellen McIlwaine how to go in her own direction | earofnewt.com.
I can’t find her doing Mockingbird, but here is one of my favorite tracks, “Weird of Hermiston:”
And here is McIlwaine live at the Ottowa folk festival.
There are a lot of smart insights in this Bluestockings interview with Mimi Thi Nguyen. Feministing shared the link and gave me the heads up that there was some discussion of guilt and professional expectations in the essay. Nguyen seems persuasive to this punk professor when she writes:
The disjuncture then comes when I consider how we are encouraged to carry ourselves in the academy. I feel a lot of pressure to professionalize, and the prescriptions for professionalization often run counter to my way of being in the world. I also struggle with the directive that I am supposed to professionalize my students. I don’t hold with the idea that I should train students to be better workers, because the content of “better” — more obedient, more efficient, whatever — runs counter to what I want to teach. In my feminist theories courses, I say, “Yeah, I just gave you assignments with deadlines! But I also want to say to you, what’s so great about work? Why do we believe work is supposed to be edifying? Should we always have to be productive? Why do we imagine work as something that gives us dignity? What if it’s just wearing us down?” My history in punk totally informs these attempts to practice other ways of being in a classroom, and other ways of being a professor.
via (Un)productivity in the Digital Age — A Conversation with Mimi Thi Nguyen | Bluestockings Magazine.
Like Nguyen I was a reader of Maximum Rock and Roll since my teens. I was deeply informed by the DIY spirit and raw love of music and counterculture that ran through MRR. Along with that inspiring freedom were some toxic interview discussions and columns that also were a big part of MRR. I remember a particularly racist / sexist sex column, perhaps from Mykel Board? Nguyen as a young punk writes MRR and challenges the columnist for MRR and gets a hateful column in reply. The scrap with MRR inspires her to create her own zine Race Riot.
The impetus for Race Riot came when a columnist at Maximum Rockandroll wrote about his Asian fetish, suggesting that Asian women’s eyelids look like vulva, and that their vulva might be also horizontal. It is an old imperial joke — there are all kinds of imperial jokes about how racial, colonial women’s bodies are so inhuman that their genitalia might reflect this alien state. I wrote a letter to Maximum, cussing and citing postcolonial feminist theory. He then wrote a lengthy column in response about how though I’m Asian, because I’m an ugly feminist, he wouldn’t want to fuck me anyway. There was a discussion at the magazine about whether or not to publish this column because the magazine had a policy — no racism, no sexism, no homophobia. But the coordinator and founder of the magazine decided that this column qualified as satire, and so it was acceptable.
It was really infuriating for me to be 19 years old, totally invested in punk and politics, to be attacked under the guise of racist cool in the punk magazine. I was like, “Fuck it, I’m quitting punk.” But I figured I should do something, to leave something behind as a practice and as a document, to reach other punks of color who might feel as isolated as I did in the aftermath.
via (Un)productivity in the Digital Age — A Conversation with Mimi Thi Nguyen | Bluestockings Magazine.
I know a lot of punks who saw the academy as a reasonable place to continue thinking about punk praxis. Or more particularly, many of us go to an academic job and are reasonably punk in that and other parts of our lives. Many of the punks I knew are still working with intentional collectives, creating media, hosting shows, playing music, creating alternative spaces and doing-it-themselves. I’ll give a shout out to my friend Zack Furness and his book Punkademics. I think you can read the whole book at Minor Compositions.
I’ll note my appreciation and agreement with Nguyen’s analysis of internet communications and the need for pauses for reflection. She argues:
New technologies have produced expectations that we now have more democratic access to more knowledge, and that we must accommodate ourselves to an accelerated sense of time. But I am wary of this internalization of capital’s rhythms for continuous consumption and open-ended production. I hate feeling obliged to produce a post or tweet on a timetable. It makes me anxious. There is value in being about to respond quickly to an object or event, of course, but I also want to hold out for other forms of temporal consciousness, including untimeliness and contemplation of deep structures, sitting with an object over time to consider how it changes you, how the encounter with it changes the nature of your inquiry.
via (Un)productivity in the Digital Age — A Conversation with Mimi Thi Nguyen | Bluestockings Magazine.
Good interview and strong arguments.
Filed under academics, capitalism, communication, do-it-yourself, feminism, media, music, punk, race, representation, resistance, sexism, technology
Daryl Hall is such a boss. Here he is inviting Chromeo’s P-Thugg to swim in his 1700s farmhouse with the baller indoor pool before launching into Chromeo’s Tenderoni with the crew.
Strong music and a great moment for the talkbox. Oh, and salute eighties musicians who put in work with a big glass of red wine.
Here is “No Can Do” from the same session.
Filed under dance, funk & soul, music
Beautiful music. A moment of public dialogue interjected into a space for beautiful music. I don’t know how I missed this St. Louis symphony showdown.
Elizabeth Vega on the conception of the symphony as a protest space. Daily KOS reports:
Elizabeth: Two weeks ago, Sarah and I participated in a direct action at Cardinal Stadium. We did a series of banner drops at a baseball game with folks. We are both middle aged I am a grandmother and I am brown and Sarah is white. People were incredibly rude and racist to us at the game. They booed us. Told us “Pants up dont loot” etc.. They clearly saw what they wanted to see. We were escorted out in handcuffs and chanted “No justice! No Peace!” It was a rough night where we didnt feel any love. Sarah suggested that night, jokingly, that perhaps we needed another venue. The next day she said she wanted to do an action at the symphony. I was on board and immediately brought on Derek. When we found out the next performance was a requiem we had to do it. It took us about two weeks among planning other actions and events for the national mobilization. We are all very busy but carved out about five hours total to recruit, plan and organize.
via Requiem for Mike Brown protest at St. Louis Symphony exposes both white privilege and support.
Thanks to feministing for the suggestion, link and video.
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Stevie Wonder on the David Frost show extending the notions of human expression. I’m gonna see if I can make the ending note of this song my cell phone ringtone.
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[I’ve tried to load a live clip from Prince in the early 80s doing “let’s work” and I’m unable to make a digital connection. You’ll have to search for that tune yourself. I suggest the live eighties versions with Prince in a unitard. ]
“Let’s work” is an understatement from the enigmatic Prince. His output is stunning. I probably a dozen good Prince albums. Prince certainly worked.
You’ve got to work. You’ve got to work to be funky. You’ve got to work to be real. You have to work to be anything.
James Brown: “If you don’t work, you don’t eat.”
But this is the least indulgent song imaginable. This is emblematic of funk-a-teers going to work. Militarily precise in the application of snare and slap bass. Dance floor mandatory! With just enough swing to make sure you know it came from the land of 8 billion lakes or where ever Prince is from.
The real power of Prince is that if you are open and aware then you have to acknowledge his brilliance.
Also suggested is the Wax Poetics Alan Leeds article about tour managing Prince.
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It is worth noting the 2009 Clipse album “Til the casket Drops” as a marker of a few key moments in hip hop.
–> excessive consumerism refined.
–> objectifying sexism as inevitable hip hop video “wallpaper”.
–> Pharrell’s production genius.
–> the last time No Malice rhymed as Malice.
Despite buying the CD in the store, I didn’t know there was a video for this song until today. In retrospect No Malice seems to be showing his discomfort with the lifestyle embodied in the video. “Mama lookin’ right, and I don’t even want her.”
Entitled masculinity as means of riding the fence.
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