09
Mar
10

abundance for all!

Anti-Capitalist Tips In Times of Economic Hardship

Recently, this writer decided to try out a multinational dumpling chain restaurant that opened a while ago in Chinatown. I tucked in to some tasty king prawns and tender chili octopus.

After the meal, I headed on out the door, oblivious to the fact that I hadn’t actually paid. Halfway down the front steps, it dawned on me that I “needed” to pay, and on reflex, turned back to do my “duty”.
But then I came to my senses. Why should I fork out cash to a multinational corporation in these times of economic hardship, when they steal from us in every moment? They could surely absorb the loss of my measly $10 better than I could afford to shell it out. So no, I didn’t pay and I don’t regret it.

In a similar spirit, I post the following heartening story that I translated from the German. It’s about folks in the German city of Bremen, who helped themselves to the delights of a fine dining experience usually accessible only to the rich. Priceless.

With no intention of paying, these ‘bon vivants’ instead drew attention to the social inequality that shuts out unemployed people, refugees, and all sorts of low-waged human beings from enjoying the good things of life.

With no further ado…: The Direct Action Dinner Dance!

In Bremen on the second of February, fourteen smartly-dressed “superfluous ones” danced Vienna waltzes in the “Goldenen Hirsch” (the Golden Stag), a rather upmarket restaurant in the Ostertorstein neighbourhood.

To the strains of Edith Piaf, they tasted the Yuppies’ meals, sampled their drinks, and smoked their cigarettes. In dresses and suits, hidden behind gallant masks, they helped themselves to a little of the luxury that is not accessible to the majority of humanity.

After a few pieces of cake, roast potatoes, some salad, along with beer, coffee, orange juice and two wonderful Waltzes, they disappeared as suddenly as they arrived. The Superfluous ones brought their anti-capitalist dinner dance to a close with the self-confident statement, “we regret nothing!”

They distributed flyers, reading:
“An enjoyable evening with friends: free. A stolen dress: free. Danceable music from the Internet: free. A meal in the ‘Golden Stag’: priceless?

“We are hungry and thirsty, and we want to dance. We can’t and don’t want to pay anything for this. We are locked out from society’s wealth.

We stand for those on unemployment benefits, and those precariously employed, refugees, single parents, sick people, the elderly: people who, in this profit-oriented, socially-exclusionary system, are rendered superfluous.

But we won’t let ourselves be fobbed off with the corny promise of future social wealth. We are confident of soon acquiring this entire wealth. And we are starting now.
“Luxury for all!

“A Meal in the Golden Stag:
“Entrée: Seasonal Salad, €8.50; Main: Peppersteak, €13.50; Dessert: Apple Strudel, €4.50; Drink: Jever beer (large) €3.40. Total: €29.90 (A$60)

“The unemployed, refugees, and many other people would hardly be able to afford such a menu. The Unemployment Benefit II (Arbeitslosengeld II-Regelsatz) currently stands at €345 (A$690) per month, of which €130 (A$260) is supposed to take care of food and drink. In other words, an unemployed person has only €4.30 (A$8.60) per day to cover food and drink.

“Even less income is available to refugees who have applied for asylum in Germany. Exactly 70% of the Benefit II is available to refugees, the lion’s share of which is provided in vouchers, and therefore not freely available. For you it seems normal to eat out in a restaurant; for many others it is a luxury. We demand this luxury be made freely available to all human beings. “

- The Superfluous Ones (Die Ueberfluessigen)

15
Sep
09

Know Your City

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“Pleasure, suffering, authentic life, psychogeographical driftings, actions that may look meaningless but have an immediate authenticity, the authenticity of pleasure, the pleasure of being in touch with each other, feeling the presence of our own bodies and living this time even if it’s destitute of any meaning, because life is enjoyable even in times of lies.” – ‘Bifo’ Berardi.

The other day I was walking in Fairfield, after doing a vegan cooking class nearby, and visiting a new friend. On my way back to the train station, I stopped under the highway overpass and took some snaps of some fairly standard graffiti that happened to take my fancy. Whereupon, one of the “city’s finest” suddenly materialised, and demanded to know what I was doing. “Taking photos”, I said squarely into his uncomprehending, blue-eyed, conventionally ‘cute’ face.

“Of a wall?! Why?” (obviously, the culture of street art had totally passed him by). “Because I’m an artist”, I said with unrepressed glee. He looked at me in bewilderment and hostility, trying to think of something to make into a problem. Then his partner in crime mumbled something, and they marched off self-importantly. I got a laugh out of that one!! Arrest me for taking a photo of a concrete wall, why dontcha. I’m sure it does and will come to that, since it is an activity that does not directly serve the powers that be. For now though, i came away unscathed.

railway underpass, fairfield

railway underpass, fairfield

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love the ..., railway underpass at fairfield

Of late, I’ve been spending some time in various neighbourhoods in the South-Western part of Sydney. Doing my vegan cooking class. Helping out on a community project in Macquarie Fields. It is a refreshing change of scene for me from the well-worn paths of the inner West. Obviously it is an economically depressed part of the world. Getting off at Carramar station (next stop to Villawood), I noticed that the whole shopping area next to the station was shut down, a “sold” sign perched atop an awning next to a sign in 70’s-style lettering, “Carramar Shopping Square”.

But there are also some pleasant green open spaces. I guess you could call them parks. With the bonus that they seem to be less manicured and slightly overgrown with bushes and trees, rather than wholly dominated by the giant empty sports oval that we so often see in other parts of Sydney.

Last week in Mac Fields, I was delighted to discover a bike path along several main roads! Who would have thought. I get plenty of looks while riding my bike around, like an alien visitor. I rode past some teenaged girls, dressed sharp and promenading around the neighbourhood in late afternoon. They smiled at me, curious.

As I walked out of the train station at Fairfield, the sun was shining its warm, late afternoon glow. In front of me, an older gentleman of Asian background with granny trolley in tow, was chatting jovially with a young African fella as they stood outside the ATM. The old-timers’ cap caught my eye: it was black with an Aboriginal flag on it. Unexpected and cool! I told him I liked it; he responded enthusiastically, pointing out the inscription – “Burramatta”, the indigenous name for Parramatta. (Which means “place where eels lie down”, by the way; plus, I went to school there). This surprising coincidence of factors left me feeling uncommonly refreshed.

street art by yours truly, marrickville station.

street art by yours truly, marrickville station.

06
Aug
09

The Fifth Element: Thirty years of hip hop records

>>Part One>>
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“Here’s a little story that must be told…” – Double Trouble, “Stoop Rap”, from the film Wild Style.

In 2009, hip hop culture continues to be heavily “borrowed” to sell all manner of products, from soft drinks to health insurance. Yet in this cavalcade of commercial marketing gimmicks, how much is ever communicated about the culture itself?

As Public Enemy’s lyricist, Chuck D, pointed out on his excellent blog, Terrordome (www.publicenemy.com), this July marks a key anniversary in hip hop culture: recorded hip hop music is thirty years young. An opportunity to go back…way back…back to the roots.

Of course, hip hop itself is several years older than that. We know that DJ’s like Kool Herc, breakdancers like the Rock Steady Crew (amongst others), budding graffiti writers, and party MC’s were developing the style in the South Bronx of New York from about the mid-70’s. The point when it began to be pressed on records, is the point at which it began to become a mass culture, with the potential to reach kids everywhere.

The ‘old school’ is the object of much mythologising in hip hop, where everyone is eager to prove how ‘real’ they are, by reeling off the names of so-called ‘old school artists’, who may, more often than not, actually hail from the late 80′s or 90′s, when the art form was well into its second decade.

Nonetheless, ‘knowledge’, including knowledge of hip hop, is held in high regard within the culture. As ‘The Teacher’, KRS One puts it, “knowledge is king”. The famous “four elements” of hip hop, namely breaking, MCing, DJing, and graffiti, are no doubt familiar to many. However, keen hip hoppers are also known to cite the less tangible Fifth Element, being knowledge.

Beyond the mythologizing, what is the true story of this culture? What are the distinctive gifts of hip hop? I don’t pretend to own “the truth”, but here’s a small piece of it.

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The first recorded hip hop track was, of course, the 1979 hit, ‘Rapper’s Delight’, by the Sugarhill Gang. The bass line of that tune is itself built largely around a sample of the Queen hit, “Another One Bites the Dust”.

Sample Heaven
Sampling is one of the basic building blocks of hip hop music-making or DJing. Whereas hip hop pioneered sample culture, it also contributed this element to the budding art-form of electronic music. Indeed, it would be impossible to imagine any kind of electronic music without sampling. Moreover, many electronic music anthems were built on samples of early hip hop tunes.

Sampling was not invented by the hip hop DJ. The use of collage, juxtaposing disparate elements, and even out-and-out plagiarism has been championed by innumerable artists, the Dadaists and Surrealists among the most passionate of them.

Hip hop merely applied this notion to music, and spread the goodness around. As New York’s DJ Scribe puts it, “to me, the creative part of hip hop production is to take music from different genres, different time periods, different styles, and to fuse them into a new piece of music, a new whole – something distinct from the sum of its parts – something with a soul all its own”(from the book, Bomb the Suburbs, listed below).

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This spirit of reinvention is also evident in Afrika Bambaataa’s breakthrough song, “The Renegades of Funk”. It wasn’t called “the trailblazers of hip hop”, it was the Renegades of Funk (a renegade is “a deserter, a turncoat”), because it was a progression of the music he grew up on: funk. He was breaking away from it, yes, he was a renegade, yes, but most of all, he was part of it. Afrika Bambaataa’s formative hit, “Planet Rock”, was effectively a reworking or ‘remix’ of a Kraftwerk song.

Doin’ it Yourself

As we all know, hip hop was not invented by record company executives, but by people with little or nothing to call their own. In this context, the use of spray cans, mic’s, turntables, the MC’s voices and the dancers’ own bodies, illustrates the creative application of the forms of basic technology that were readily accessible.

Similarly, tinkering with what is available becomes all-important. Like when Grandmaster Flash rigged up his mixer to synchronise beats: “I was in the experimentation phase of trying to lock the beat together. I had to be able to hear the other turntable before I mixed it over…I had to go to the raw parts shop down town to find me a single pole double throw switch, some crazy glue to glue this part to my mixer, an external amplifier and a headphone. What I did when I had all this soldered together, I jumped for joy – I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” (quoted in David Toop’s The Rap Attack, London: Pluto Press, 1984).

In his book Bomb the Suburbs, William “Upski” Wimsatt recounts how the graf writer, Ang 13, would lecture the kids at Chi-rock meetings (Chicago-wide hip hop meetings) on the value of making their own markers: “Remember the word homemade! That’s what this is all about”.

Rocksteady Crew

Rocksteady Crew

Gimme Somethin’ To Dance To
What emerges immediately when we cast even a glance at the early days of hip hop, is how central the dance was to the culture. In fact, it can be said to be the element that ties the other elements together. I think it was not that long ago, when I first saw the film Wildstyle, that it fully hit home for me how much graf, music and rapping combine to create a space for the dancers to cut loose.

This history stands in sharp contrast to the “guns, bitches ‘n’ bling” preoccupation we often associate with hip hop, courtesy of gangsta rap and its various air-brushed R’n’B offshoots. MC’s raps would often be about the dancers cutting it up on the floor, a la “don’t stop the bodyrock”. In the somewhat cheesy film Breakdance, rapper Ice T freestyles about what’s going down on the dance floor during a battle, who’s got the moves and who got served (“don’t get mad, ozone…”).

“Breakdancing music”
Reginald Jolley, a Chicago breaker since 1983, declares: “Once gangsta rap came out, it made all the gangbangers like rap. They used to dis us. They used to call it breakdancing music. Gangsta rap crossed the thugs into it…Breakdancing was, you know, real dope. I loved the old-school and I’m glad we held on to it…I’m staying in tune with what used to be hip hop. If LA is going to do commercial rap and Hip Hop is going to follow, then it’s my job to stay in tune with what it was,” (quoted in Bomb the Suburbs).

Sha-Rock

She's Sha-Rock and She Can't Be Stopped

Us Girls Can Boogie Too
Another factor that emerges clearly is that women have been in hip hop from day dot. And no, not as the ‘bitches and ho’s’ we have heard so much about, not even as the rap stars’ girlfriends. But as creators in their own right, on par with the best in the culture.

In an interview with the magazine Anattitude, old-school rapper Sparky Dee states that Sha-Rock was the first “femcee”. Anattitude is the one and only magazine in the world dedicated to women in hip hop. It cites the Mercedes Ladies as being among the first female groups. Debbie Dee and Lisa Lee, who feature in the 1984 film Beat Street alongside Sha-Rock, were also a part of the early days.

A Salt with a Deadly Pepa

A Salt with a Deadly Pepa

In the mid-to-late 80’s, we saw Salt ‘n’ Pepa (who met at a rollerskating rink) explode onto the scene. Roxanne Shante battled The Real Roxanne. Once the 1990’s rolled around, femcees were gaining serious exposure: Monie Love, a London MC, had a modest hit with “It’s A Shame”, Sista Souljah was burning it up with Public Enemy, Nicki D, Mc Lyte, Yo Yo and Queen Latifah were on the rise. Of course, there have always been incredible female breakers, graf artists and DJs too.

There’s more to this story…much more. To be continued…and the beat goes on.

[sources:]
Anattitude: magazine dedicated to women in hip hop, available in full on the internet, www.anattitude.net.

Wimsatt, W. (2000), Bomb the Suburbs, Soft Skull Press: New York.

30
Jun
09

Get down with the PE: public enemy number one!

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Get down with the P.E! >>>>

Having been a keen fan for close to twenty years, I finally got to catch the irrepressible Public Enemy “live and direct” earlier this year. The hip hop veterans played an outdoor show, as part of the Daze Like This music festival. On a scorchingly hot Sydney summer’s day.

Thankfully, a few good artists and a keen crowd helped to offset the heat, by generating some heat of their own. Acts like Yo! Majesty, Recloose, A Guy Called Gerald, Atmosphere, Sharon Jones ripped it up, among others.

By the time P.E. stormed on stage, spirits were high and rising! They launched straight into “Bring Tha Noize”, with Chuck D pogo-ing (ie, jumping up and down on the spot) on stage. Large parts of the crowd jumped along in turn, as the “contact high” came into full effect. Not least amongst this reviewer and her companions. Chuck D returned the energy, by coming over, looking us in the eye and busting his rhymes directly towards us (no joke, directly, i tells ya!)

Chuck and Flavor Flav

Chuck and Flavor Flav

“Radio stations they call themselves black / I question their blackness / we’ll see if they play this” – Bring tha Noize.
These words, significant in themselves, can also be read as a metaphor, commenting on any kind of exclusionary corporate media, who fail to transmit anything too different or challenging, because it may not serve their commercial priorities.

“B-b-b-b-bass! How low can you go? Death row / what a brother knows.” I got the album with “Bring tha Noize” (the duet with hard-rock band, Anthrax) on it from my brother for Christmas in ’91. It was the first time I had heard a hip hop collaboration with hard-rock artistes, and it was fly. Well, apart from the classic, ‘Walk This Way”, by Run DMC and Aerosmith, back in ’86.

But back to the band at hand. They launched straight into “Don’t Believe the Hype”, still one of the best tunes ever, some twenty years later. The crowd was buzzing, loving it, Chuck D racing about on stage, throwing his mike way up in the air to catch it over on the other end of the stage. Flavor Flav and his cute, silly dancing. A full band by the name of “The Banned” providing the instrumental element, for that rockin’ live touch. The party vibe was surely flowing.

terminator x

terminator x

A tribute to the mighty Terminator X got the crowd jumping like nobody’s business! The PE thoroughly rocked a version of “Terminator X to the Edge of Panic”, being the theme song for their incredible former DJ of that name. Chuck D had practically everyone holding up the ‘X’ in the air, crossing our forearms.

“Fight the power” packed a punch as always. “1989 the number, another summer (get down!) / Sound of the funky drummer! Music hittin’ you hard / cos I know you got soul!…Our freedom of speech is freedom of death / we gotta fight the powers that be!” I shouted along to the lyrics: “elvis! Was a hero to most / but he never meant shit to me / the sucka was straight out racist!” (The story goes that elvis stole large parts of his repertoire from a black artist; as recounted in, amongst other sources, a scene from the film, “Coffee and Cigarettes”). “The sucka was simple and plain / m…f*ck him and john wayne!”

Next up, the PE tore through “black steel in the hour of chaos”, a tune that is nothing short of a triumph of straight-up storytelling. “I got a letter from the government the other day / opened it, read it, it said they were suckers / They wanted me for the army or whatever / picture me giving a damn, I said never! / This is a land that never gave a damn about a brother like myself/…but just that minute it occurred to me, the suckers had authority! / Cold sweatin’ as I dwell in my cell, how long has it been? /They got me sittin’ in a state pen / I got to get out but that thought was thought before / I contemplated my plan on the cell floor.”

This tune is still most familiar to me as the well-known cover version by tricky, as featured on the album maxinquaye (1994), featuring the warm, strong and delicate vocals of one Martina Topley-Bird.

P.E's Chuck D with the well-known 'cross-hairs' symbol

P.E's Chuck D with the well-known 'cross-hairs' symbol


It being January 4, the Israeli bombing of the captive, blockaded population of Gaza was in murderous effect at the time of the concert, and Flavor Flav did not let it go unremarked, decrying the massacre. In fact I had been at a street protest against the bombing earlier that day. Sadly, Flav’s proposed remedy, “they should get together”, struck this reviewer as simplistic, even naive. Not very bold. Perhaps the PE has indeed lost some of the “prophets of rage” fire in the belly? Then again, Flav was never known for his political consciousness…!

“Bamm! And you say goddam!” Night of the Living Bassheads, yes what a rocking joint! The two SW1 dancers in their camouflage get-up, busted some stiff, military-style choreographed dance moves. A curious pair, never out of their poker-faced seriousness, even while rocking a spin or two.

“When we were brought here we were robbed of our names, robbed of our culture, some of us, by the way we act, we even lost our minds”. This brought to mind some thoughts about the parallels with the history of this nation itself, Australia, a nation also built on the backs of slaves imported from across the seas…

One slight let-down, to this reviewer, was that the Flavor Flav classic, “911 is a joke”, got only the briefest look-in, as one verse in a medley! In the humble opinion of this reviewer, that tune is one of the rockingest joints ever made, and calls up fond teenaged feelings of stumbling onto the hilarious 911 video clip on rage, seeing Flav sit up in a coffin and bug out at his own funeral (“I dialled 911 a long time ago”), amidst other politically-charged hijinks.

However, this is but a petty quibble about a truly rocking show. The vibe in the crowd was energised, uplifting. No trace to be seen of the macho and aggro feel promoted by some high-profile rap stars. But at the same time it wasn’t some kinda cotton-candy, air-brushed cardboard muzak, a la chris brown etc. The rhythm, the flavour, the knowledge and yes, the passion were in full effect. The crowd knew it and rocked the hell out, returning the energy, vibing on the hard rhymin’ tunes and soaking up the hip hop culture. They did a shout out to all hip hoppers who practice the elements of Mcing, DJing, Breakdancing, and graffiti.
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I reflected that, in contrast to gangsta rap (or whatever is left of it), and even the soft-focus RnB fare that passes for “hip hop” these days, Public Enemy do recreate some of the original, stripped-down hip hop stylings, that steer clear of the woman-bashing, gay-bashing, and everybody-bashing cliches (namely, glorifying guns and murder, a la “I put a cap in yo’ ass”).

Indeed, Chuck D has made comments in the press about supporting what he calls the “she movement” in hip hop. Mind you, that’s not to say that the PE are somehow “pure” or even “authentic”, in some kind of absolute way. Sure, they have a hustle of their own, just like everyone else (not least, the whole nostalgia trip, which of course I am partly buying into here – partly). But what can be said of the PE is that they do bring a feeling of getting down to the basics, of conscious rhymes, uniting the people, knowing your enemy, bum-rushing the show…and of course, turning the party out! And it brings some sweet relief in times like these.

Nuff sed.

22
Apr
09

Fine and Mellow: The Music of ‘Lady Day’

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“She can express more emotion in one chorus than most actresses can in three acts.” - Jeanne Moreau.

July 17 this year marks fifty years since the death of Billie Holiday, also known as ‘Lady Day’. Billie is widely recognised as one of the all-time greatest singers of jazz and blues, if not the best.

But who was this intriguing woman? Half a century on, her sound and her story remain as compelling as ever, regardless of the fickle fashions of the day. To borrow a phrase from hip hop, “respect is burning”.

Acquainting myself with Billie’s story has been a hugely rewarding experience for me, I hope it will be for you too. Here is but a taste: an insight into her distinctive sound, and the tumultuous life experiences that shaped it.

The details of Billie’s early life are sketchy. She was born Eleonora Gough on April 7, 1915. She had a difficult, underprivileged childhood, which would continue to shape the rest of her life.

Billie started life in a poor neighbourhood of Baltimore, Maryland, on the East Coast of the United States. Her father left when she was very young. Her mother took off for New York not long after, leaving Billie in the care of relatives.

By age nine, Billie was going out to work, scrubbing floors and running errands. One establishment that she ran errands for was a bordello down the street. Instead of payment for her errands, she took her compensation in the form of spending time listening to records in the front room. She adored the music of Louis Armstrong and Bessie Smith, the early blues singer. These would be her main musical influences for life.

At age ten, Billie reported that she had been raped. As a bizarre consequence, she was sent to a Catholic Reform School for wayward girls, with orders to remain there until she reached age twenty-one.

But at thirteen, Billie got out, with the help of a relative, and left for New York, to be with her mother. Despite her tender age, it was 1928, and everyone was living it up – Billie included. She would later admit, “I thought I was a real hip kitty”.

The Depression hit in 1929 and at the same time, Billie’s mother fell gravely ill. Hungry times followed. One winter’s day in 1932, a day when Billie remembered feeling “so hungry I could barely breathe”, she set out to look for work in the night clubs of Harlem.

As legend has it, Billie, barely seventeen, penniless and facing eviction, sang the tune, “Trav’lin’ All Alone” in a local club and brought the crowd to tears. She got the job, and took on the name Billie, after the popular film star, Billie Dove, and coupled it with her father’s surname, Holiday.

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Spreadin’ Rhythm Around
It wasn’t long before Billie was working in several popular jazz clubs in Harlem. One night in 1933, the producer John Hammond caught her performance. He introduced her to the musician Benny Goodman, with whom Billie soon made her first record.

A steady stream of recordings followed. In fact, Billie would go on to record steadily throughout the late Thirties, the Fourties and Fifties, despite the ups and downs of her personal life.

First up was a series of recordings organised by the pianist Teddy Wilson, who brought together some of the finest musicians of the Swing era. Playing as “Billie Holiday and her Orchestra”, they reinterpreted pop tunes of the day in the new Swing style.

On these early cuts, Billie pioneered her method of improvising the melody to fit the emotion. These recordings remain a highly regarded part of the jazz library.

Live performances were plentiful. In the late Thirties, Billie appeared with acts including Duke Ellington and Count Basie’s Orchestra. She toured extensively with the Basie Band and the Artie Shaw Orchestra. With the latter, Billie became the first black woman to perform with an all-white band. She would go on to record with all three groups during the 1940’s.

Billie was especially fond of performing with saxophonist Lester Young, who had been a boarder in her mother’s house, and was also in the Basie Band. The two developed a strong musical rapport. Billie later said: “Well, I think you can hear it on some of the old records, you know. Some time I’d sit down and it sound like two of the same voices, if you don’t be careful, you know, or the same mind, or something like that”. Young gave Billie her nickname, “Lady Day”. She in turn dubbed him “Prez”.

The Sound of Lady Day
It wasn’t long before Billie’s vocal style was being recreated throughout America. She popularised a more personal and intimate approach to singing. Although her voice had limited range and was somewhat thin, its emotional impact could not be ignored. She conveyed a potent mix of strength and vulnerability.

Billie was musically untrained, but she had an excellent ear. Her style of shifting the natural position of the beat was strongly inspired by instrumentalists including Louis Armstrong. She said, “I feel like I’m playing a horn…What comes out is what I feel”. Elsewhere, she confided that, “I can’t stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession, let alone two years or ten years. If you can, then it’s not music, it’s close-order drill or exercise or yodelling or something, not music.”

Aside from her innovations as a vocal stylist, Holiday also co-wrote at least ten well-known tunes. A number of these went on to become jazz standards, notably, “God Bless the Child”, “Fine and Mellow”, “Don’t Explain”, and “Lady Sings the Blues”.

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Café Society and “Strange Fruit”
It was during her time performing at Café Society in the late Thirties that Billie’s popularity really took off and she became a celebrity. Café Society was a racially integrated nightclub in Greenwich Village, New York, the first of its kind, frequented by film stars and intellectuals.

It was on the stage of Café Society in 1939 that Billie first performed “Strange Fruit”, a song about lynchings of black people in America. Written by Abe Meeropol, a Jewish high school teacher from the Bronx, the song was introduced to Billie by the owner of Café Society. The lyrics were so forthright that Billie feared reprisals. “The first time I sang it, I thought it was a mistake. There wasn’t even a patter of applause when I finished. Then a lone person began to clap nervously. Then suddenly everyone was clapping and cheering.”

“Strange Fruit” swiftly became one of Lady Day’s signature tunes, and cemented her popularity among left-leaning intellectuals. She approached her record company, Columbia, about recording the song, but they refused, considering it too “sensitive”. So she recorded it for Commodore records, and later for Verve. The song would go on to be her biggest selling record, and an anthem of the later Civil Rights movement.

Lady Day left Café Society for a stint in Hollywood. Bob Hope defended her once when she was being heckled, and Clark Gable fixed her car. She had a good time amidst the glamour. Yet as she later put it, she came home from Hollywood knowing more about clothes and make-up, but just as poor as ever. In 1947, Billie appeared in the film, “New Orleans”, alongside her idol, Louis Armstrong.

Billie’s Blues
Billie’s personal life was always tempestuous. She would marry three times, beginning in 1941, each time proving disastrous. Her first two husbands introduced her in turn to opium and heroin. The third was abusive physically and emotionally. She would continue to battle a heroin addiction for the rest of her life.

In May 1947, Holiday was convicted of drug possession. As she put it in her autobiography, “It was called the United States versus Billie Holiday, and that’s just the way it felt”. Lady Day was sentenced to a prison work camp, and didn’t sing a note during her ten month sentence. She agreed to a comeback concert ten days after her release, and stormed her way through 35 tunes.

By the 50’s, Billie’s way of life was taking its toll on her health. Although she continued to perform and record, her voice grew coarse, as seen in her later recordings. But the emotional impact remained profound.

Lady Day toured Europe in 1954 and 1958, and reportedly appreciated the European attitude to jazz. She released her autobiography, “Lady Sings the Blues”, in 1956. Ghostwritten by William Dufty based on his interviews with her, Billie would cast doubt on the accuracy of the book’s contents, saying, “I ain’t never read that book”.

In 1957, she was reunited with Saxophonist, Lester “Prez” Young for an electrifying performance of her song, “Fine and Mellow”, on the Sound of Jazz TV program. Both would die within two years of this fine performance.

In May 1959, Billie entered hospital with liver and heart disease. In a final cruel twist, she was arrested in her hospital bed for earlier narcotics offences. She would remain under police guard at the hospital until her death two months later, of cirrhosis of the liver, on July 17, 1959.

She was just fourty-four. Fortunately, she left an extensive recorded legacy. Lady Day was inducted into the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame in 2000, honoured as an “early influence”.

An accomplished and pioneering talent, Lady Day made a profound contribution to the development of 20th Century music, with a style that remains engaging and uniquely moving. I will leave the last word to her. As Lady Day said on that 1957 Sound of Jazz program:

“The blues to me is like being very sad, very sick, or chirpy and very happy. There’s two kinds of blues, there’s happy blues and there’s sad blues…I don’t know, the blues is sort of a mixed up thing, you just have to feel it. Anything I do sing is part of my life”.

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11
Apr
09

blog-a-rhythm

“She who binds to herself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
But she who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise” 

– William Blake (with adjustment of gender-pronoun).

Loads of ideas swarm through my mind for this place. I see it mainly as a home for pieces i have written, rather than a diary-type exercise. But we shall see. Rather than writing endless description i want to let the writing speak for itself.

Bottom-line is, i am coming from an attitude that is “below and to the left”. I am interested in the surrealist notion of “the marvellous”, in other words the inexplicable flavour to be found in everyday life and culture.  I wish to oppose the forces at work in the world that annihilate the free play of life. Taken together, I name these forces capitalism. I want to help document this dual, conflicted reality.

I am very much influenced by the street cultures of hip hop, punk, the blues, squatted spaces, and a blend of liberating political practices including feminism, autonomy, situationism and social ecology. The writing will show what i mean. Nuff sed. xxx

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