20 June 2012

From New Wave to No Wave: The (d)evolution of whiteness in late 70s post-punk music aesthetics -- #1


“The strangeness that seems to reside somewhere between the body and its objects is also what brings these objects to life and makes them dance” (Ahmed QP 162; emphasis mine).


I’m working on a chapter for a collection on critical whiteness studies. I’m in the process of thinking through my argument, so I’m using the blog as an attempt to work through my ideas, and, ideally, get some constructive criticism. SO, consider this stuff as very much in progress. In the chapter, I use No Wave music as a way to think about the politics and aesthetics of white disorientation. I’ll post on the music later. For now, I want to focus on the philosophical background, particularly this concept of “disorientation.” What do I mean by “white disorientation”? Well, first I need to explain what I mean by “orientation.”


Orientation as theory of socio-political inequality


Sara Ahmed talks about power, hegemony, and privilege as “orientations”—they direct our bodies to work in certain ways and not others, they direct and arrange the world in ways that facilitate certain kinds of interactions, and discourage others, etc. “‘Orientations’ depend on taking points of view as given” (14); they “shape not only how we inhabit space, but how we apprehend this world of shared inhabitance, as well as ‘who’ or ‘what’ we direct our energy and attention toward” (3). Orientations are the background conditions that give form to our perceptions: they’re the “lenses” that allow some things to come into focus (at the expense of others), or the program behind the interface, making some things easy to do and others nearly impossible. In each cultural or subcultural context, there are systems of practices, conventions, and habits that allow us (especially our bodies) to “fee[l] at home” and “fin[d] our way” (9). For example, classical music concerts and pop music concerts feature different orientations among musicians and audiences: the former is much more formal, the latter more casual, but both are highly ritualized. These orientations help audiences know how to “find their way” through the event, and how to “feel at home” and enjoy the performance: they include rituals governing, for example, knowing when to clap at a classical music performance (not between the movements, only when the conductor’s hands go down), knowing it is generally OK to talk, even yell, at a pop show, knowing that there will be one or two encores after the “official” end of the performance (the show’s not over till the house lights go up), knowing where in the venue it’s OK to dance, and the accepted types of dancing (moshing, slamdancing, crowd surfing, light twirling, breakdancing, etc.).---these are all “orientations” that help us navigate a concert. We are oriented when we know who we are and what we can and/or ought to do; or rather, we are orientated when we take for granted who we are and what we can/or ought to do. So, when you don’t have to think about riding a bike, but just hop on and pedal, or when you don’t have to think about comporting yourself in a gender-appropriate way, that’s being orientated. 


Ahmed argues that whiteness is a form of orientation: it’s one of the “programs” through which we “interface” with the world and with others. “The world of whiteness,” she argues, is “the familiar world...a world we know implicitly” (111). Because “colonialism makes the world ‘white’” (111), this “we” includes more than just white/Western subjects—everyone has to be familiar with whiteness, because it orientates global flows of money, resources, labor, etc. Whiteness is ubiquitous. So, in the context of global white supremacy, whiteness is not what is distributed unequally; rather, whiteness is what does the distributing of privilege, money, resources, etc. Or better: whiteness is the gauge used to do the distributing. As Ahmed explains, “whiteness becomes a social and bodily orientation given that some bodies will be more at home in a world that is orientated around whiteness” (138). If whiteness orients the world, those with white bodies—actual white people—will have an easier time navigating this world that people with insufficiently white bodies. (Think of Peggy McIntosh’s famous formulation of white privilege as an “invisible knapsack” of resources that provide for white people’s ability to seamlessly “be at home” in the world.) The world also shapes our bodies, positively reinforcing bodily comportments, behaviors, and aesthetics that follow the “program” of whiteness. “If the world is made white,” Ahmed argues, “then the body at home is one that can inhabit whiteness” (111). 


But what about bodies that don’t “inhabit whiteness”?  First, their awkwardness, troublesomeness, and “unruliness” indicate the underlying ubiquity of whiteness. The awkwardness of non-white bodies “reconfirms the whiteness of the space” (135-6). So, when non-whites feel like their very existence is a “problem” (as Du Bois famously put it), these feelings of dis-orientation are further evidence that the world is oriented by white supremacy. Ahmed argues that “the body gets directed in some ways more than others” (15); bodies that can’t or don’t follow whiteness’s directions lead to feelings of disorientation and disruption, both for non-white subjects, and the people around them, white and non-white.[i] So, it’s not that orientation is unevenly distributed; rather, “disorientation is unevenly distributed: some bodies more than others have their involvement in the world calls into crisis” (159; emphasis mine). White supremacy means that disorientation disproportionately affects non-whites—they don’t get the “invisible knapsack” with the map, compass, etc. It’s harder for non-whites to navigate about the white-oriented world; they feel “awkward” and like their very existence is “a problem.”


A Politics of Disorientation


If white hegemony is a type of orientation, then disorientation would be the corresponding anti-racist strategy. Ahmed considers the “politics of disorientation,” especially anti-racist, queer disorientation, at length. “If orientation is about making the strange familiar” (11), then disorientation is the practice of “mak[ing] that familiar strange, or even to allow that which has been overlooked to dance with renewed life. Such deviations involve acts of following, but use the same ‘points’ for different effects” (177). For example, the African-American practice of “signifying,” or the drag practice of camp performance are both ways of taking something familiar—common words, stereotypical femininity—and making it work differently. “Bad” and “ill” are turned into terms of praise and approbation, or a drag queen’s failure at “natural” femininity is read as a successful aesthetic style and political critique. So, disorientation can be a means of identifying and critiquing hegemonic orientations.


I want to think about white disorientation. As Ahmed herself notes, the disorientation can be the source of feelings and actions that are politically critical or politically reactionary.[ii] So, for example, working class whites are feeling increasingly disoriented by structural changes in the economy, by the increased prominence of Spanish-language media, etc., and this disorientation leads to retrenchment (e.g., in the TEA party), not critique. I want to examine white disorientation that at least nominally intends itself as critical, progressive, and anti-racist (so, the effect, and even the implicit intent, might be reactionary, but the stated, conscious intent is anti-racist). I want to consider white disorientation as a response to the tension between (a) the explicit awareness of the world’s white orientation, and (b) the desire for “a world that is not orientated around whiteness” (Ahmed 156). Ahmed frequently emphasizes that orientations are implict, pre-reflective, and habitual. So, with respect to point (a), if whiteness is so compelling because it is implicit (or, to use Richard Dyer’s term, “invisible”) to whites, then explicit awareneness of it ought to be, at some level, disorienting.[iii] Second, with respect to (b), I am not arguing that whiteness has ceased to be hegemonic. There are certain “worlds” where whiteness is not the primary orientation device (e.g., Indian classical music, some African-American music subcultures, like quiet storm), but these worlds exist in a universe governed by the gravitational pull of whiteness. So, the result is that even predominantly African-American musical genres can still be partially or even primarily orientated by whiteness. For example, mainstream R&B, hip hop, and rock are historically marketed primarily to white consumers. That said, popular music is one domain where whiteness’s ubiquity is at least somewhat qualified. Popular music is perhaps the closest thing most whites will ever encounter to a world not oriented by whiteness. So, motivated by their desire to experience a world that is not oriented primarily by whiteness, whites look to popular music, especially genres coded as non-white such as R&B, hip-hop, and world music. Sometimes this regard for pop music is motivated by orientialism, the desire to experience (or, as bell hooks would say, “eat”) the other; sometimes it is motivated by the desire for the limitation and amelioration of white hegemony; and sometimes, it is a paradoxical mix of both orientialism and anti-racism. I want to examine what happens when explicitly and self-avowedly anti-racist whites realize that things they previously thought were not oriented by whiteness are in fact saturated with it. What happens when a self-declared progressive white person realizes, “Oh shit! This thing I really appreciate and value, this thing that is an important part of my life, is really racist”? I use the idea of disorientation to examine some musicians’ responses to their awareness that their taste in music—what they liked, what they found pleasurable—relied upon both (a) racist stereotypes about African-Americans, and (b) the co-optation of African-Americans by whites, for their financial and aesthetic gain. Or, more simply, I’m interested in how the concept of disorientation helps us think through these musicians’ problematiziation of their whiteness. Whiteness implicitly organized their aesthetic experience of music; but what happens when whiteness ceases to be implicit, but is explicitly reflected upon as a problem? Disorientation is one way whites experience and express the rejection of whiteness-as-orientation.


But I think it’s also important to note that critical, anti-racist white disorientation is qualitatively, phenomenologically, and politically distinct from the disorientation non-whites experience vis-à-vis white supremacy. According to Ahmed, “racism ‘stops’ black bodies” (111); blacks’ attempts at orientation are either denied (via outright prohibition) or rebuffed (via a ‘roadblock’). So here disorientation takes the form of blocked orientation. This blocking is the effect of a very specific cause: blacks are never granted subject status—they are never treated as autonomous moral/political agents, i.e., as full persons, citizens, etc. “Reduced as they are to things among things,” the white-oriented world situates blacks only as objects, never as subjects. Or, blacks can participate in white-oriented worlds, but only as objects. As both Du Bois’s and Fanon’s discussions of multiple consciousness reveal, “racism ensures that the black gaze returns to the black body, which is not a loving return but rather follows the line of the hostile white gaze” (111). So, when blacks take their own bodies as the objects of critical self-reflection, their self-regard is mediated by normatively white ideals of subjectivity, gender, beauty, humanity, citizenship, etc. They see themselves through the eyes of another, in third person (as a “he” or “she,” not an “I” or “me”).


When anti-racist whites subject themselves to critical self-reflection, they may be disgusted or ashamed at their implicit and explicit racism, but this gaze is not necessarily hostile, as in the case with non-whites. This gaze does not require whites to sustain a performative contradiction, i.e., to adopt a form of subjectivity that necessarily denies their status as a (potential) subject. Whites may be taking their own bodies as the object of their critical reflection, but they are not reducing themselves to things. White supremacy shapes the world in a way that allows whites to be both subjects and objects: even when they objectify themselves, they are never just objects. If there’s any hostility in this critical self-reflection, it comes from anger and disappointment in one’s self: it is an emotional and affective relation of the individual to hirself; it is not, as in the case of anti-black racism, a structural hostility resulting from systematic oppression. Moreover, critical self-reflection is different that social and political change. Whites can problematize their own personal attributes and beliefs while simultaneously participating in white-oriented institutions, social structures, etc. So, whites can feel bad (guilt, shame, etc.) without thereby “diminish[ing] their capacities for action” (111). In fact, as I have argued extensively in my writing on hipness, whites often use dis-identification with whiteness as a source of aesthetic and social capital. Or, in Ahmed’s terms “disorientation” can sometimes function as “a way of experiencing the pleasure of deviation” (177). In order for deviation to be experienced as pleasurable, even in part, requires a certain level of privilege—the deviation isn’t making your life unlivable, isn’t putting your very health and survival in question.


Individual whites’ subjective experience of racial disorientation can often be compatible, if not actively complicit, with the general orientation of the world around whiteness. But can it ever be a cause or a symptom of the general dis-orientation of the world, the undoing of white-orientation? In order to do so, it has to go beyond individual affective and emotional experience, and attack the structures that organize and orient collective phenomena. Can white disorientation ever be the symptom of a progressive desire for a “world not oriented around whiteness”? How would that work? What would it look, feel, or sound like?


More thoughts on these questions in subsequent posts. The next post in this series will be a comparison between two takes on white awkwardness and racialized disorientation. I’ll contrast Devo’s “New Wave” attempt to critique—via hyperbole—white people’s perceived awkwardness, with some “No Wave” musicians attempts to exacerbate white awkwardness as an attempt to critique white hegemony.


[i] “An effect of being ‘out of place’ is also to create disorientation in others” (Ahmed 160).

[ii] “It is not that disorientaiton is always radical. Bodies that experience disorientation can be defensive, as they reach out for support or as they search for a place to reground and reorientate their relation to the world. So, too, the forms of politics that proceed from disorientation can be conservative, depending on the ‘aims’ of their gestures, depending on how they seek to (re)ground themselves. And, for sure, bodies that experience being out of place might need to be orientated, to find a place where they feel comfortable and safe in the world” (Ahmed 158).

[iii] “Whiteness gets reproduced through acts of alignment, which are forgotten when we receive its line” (Ahmed 121).

13 June 2012

Roman and Raymond: Or, Nicki, Usher, and the Gendering of (Black) Genius


Because I intend, eventually, to weigh in with my own take on Roman Reloaded, I’ve been reading up on all the excellent feminist writing on Nicki Minaj. As I was making my way through the articles/blog posts/etc., the fabulous Ann Powers posted her review of Usher’s new album on NPR.org. The juxtaposition of Powers’ take on Usher (whose real name is Raymond) with the feminist lit on Minaj threw one issue into relief: black artists’ stylistic diversity, especially when it takes the form of crossover into EDM-influenced mainstream pop. Powers uses this stylistic diversity to argue that Usher’s album is really good: it is a taken-for-granted positive that Powers can appeal to as a credible, commonly-accepted criterion of excellence. In Minaj’s case, this very same sort of stylistic diversity is not evidence of excellence, but the source of a problem or question that critics have to analyze. So, it’s not “Minaj does this EDM-pop crossover with hip hop and R&B, therefore her album is great,” BUT, “Minaj does this EDM-pop crossover with hip hop and R&B, so maybe this diminishes her artistic credibility, and maybe this is evidence that her album fails.” In other words, there is some serious double-standard ish going on, and it points to some underlying issues in the critical reception (and uncritical fandom or anti-fandom) of Minaj and her work.  In this post, I want to examine the overarching cultural milieu that supports this double-standard. I want to clarify that I am not arguing that Powers is sexist; rather, I’m interested in the epistemic-aesthetic context that allows the same phenomenon to function one way in her analysis of Usher, and function another way in critics’ approaches to Minaj.  The problem here is not with any music critic in particular, but with the underlying environment in which women’s accomplishments are always suspect and in need of justification.


So first, let’s look at Powers’ review of Usher’s new album Looking 4 Myself in NPR’s The Record blog. The opening paragraph pretty much says it all:


The line on Usher's soon-to-be blockbuster album Looking 4 Myself is that
it captures the veteran R&B crooner leaping over boundaries, Marvel hero style. Early reviews have noted the many genres the 33-year-old former teen star tackles, from the EDM he reportedly discovered dancing to Swedish House Mafia at Coachella, to indie electronica courtesy of Australian duo Empire of the Sun and emo rap courtesy of Drake's best friend, Noah "40" Shebib. Always a leader within the mainstream, Usher now wants to prove that he can do a toe stand on the cutting edge.


The bolding is all mine. But what do the bolded terms point out? That Usher’s embrace of R&B/electronic-dance crossovers makes him a “cutting edge” superhero. Similar terminology is pepperd throughout the review: Usher has “commitment to sonic innovation,” he’s “barrier-busting,” etc. So, according to Powers, part of what makes Usher a musical superhero is that keeps on top of the latest trends in the most cutting-edge, tech-savvy genres. But, perhaps most tellingly, Usher is a “great” artist because his roots in R&B, a feminized genre in black music (especially compared to its hypermasculinized compliment, hip hop) do not diminish his innovativeness. Powers writes:


Identifying the R&B sources on Looking 4 Myself doesn't diminish the impact of Usher's risk taking…He wields the kind of influence that helps define what relevance looks like. His recent talk about creating a new musical genre is so much vanity — he's behind Beyonce by a year, for one thing — but the sound of Looking 4 Myself belies his words.


So Usher can be both classic and innovative—or rather, his ability to combine the traditional with the avant-garde is what makes him so superb an artist. If you read carefully, Powers acknowledges that Beyonce’s been doing that same thing—combining trad R&B with avant-garde musical practices—but without getting the credit. If Bey “weild[ed] the kind of influence that helps define what relevance looks like” that Usher does, then Usher couldn’t go around claiming Beyonce-like innovations as his own. Bey, of course, sells more records, and may actually be the one wielding the cultural influence, but she’s not getting the/enough credit for this—perhaps because we believe a dude when he claims his genius cred, but we have more difficulty taking women seriously when they make similar claims about their work. But, to summarize Powers’ review, she argues that Usher follows a trad black genre (R&B) + avant-garde black genre (EDM) = pop anthem formula, and this formula’s musically innovative character is evidence backing up her positive review of Usher’s album. In her concluding paragraph, Powers cites this innovative formula as the more significant, lasting contribution Usher’s album makes to pop music (it’s not just fun, it’s musically important). She argues:


When I talk with serious music fans these days, I consistently hear the term "post-genre." There's a feeling that the rise of the playlist and the influence of the generation that grew up on hip-hop's sample-based eclecticism has broken down the division among different communities of music makers and listeners. The state of genre-based music cultures, and the need for genres, is a matter to be debated at length elsewhere. But what Looking 4 Myself gives the pop world, besides many excellent songs that will have us dancing and karaoke-ing along for years to come, is a strong assertion from a young soul lion that trying something new does not require abandoning your roots.


So, Powers can cite Usher’s “post-genre” work as a reason why his album is not just good but great. BUT, this same post-genre-ism is what causes so much speculation about the significance and quality of Minaj’s work. What is unquestioned about Usher’s work is questioned in Minaj’s work.


The quality of Minaj’s Roman Reoladed, and Minaj’s overally artistic impact, talent, genius, etc., is something that is largely unresolved, at least among music critics. In fact, post-genre-ism is often what leads critics to question the quality of Roman Reoladed. We see this quite clearly in both Daphne Carr’s and Lindsay Zoladz’s reviews of the album. These are both writers I respect a lot, consider feminists, and do not suspect their implicit or explicit intentions. Rather, I what I am arguing is that they, as feminist music critics, have to respond to a question posed by a misogynist, patriarchal culture that discredits female artists. This question is: Minaj’s album combines a lot of styles and genres, without fulfilling any one genre’s critieria for musical quality…So, does this mean her album is boundary-breaking, or just broken?


Carr’s article poses the question, Is Minaj, or will she ever be, an “Acknowledged Great Musician”? As she digs into the evidence on the album, Carr answers with a resounding Yes-and-No. No matter what musical choices Minaj makes, she’s damned if she does, and damned if she doesn’t. For example, Carr explains that Minaj is “really known for her 21st-century-style free association, which some call innovative, others lazy.” Which is it: innovation or laziness? I’m arguing that Minaj’s gender is what undercuts her perceived musical accomplishment. She’s a female artist, so her critique of traditional practices often registers not as a challenge to the tradition, but as incompetence. For example, as Carr continues,“sometimes she quits cadence altogether and just talks, blurring the line between hip-hop theater and song. Whatever it is she's doing, it's weird and it gets people talking.” It registers as “weird” because people don’t know what to do with a female musician who breaks boundaries. When male artists break boundaries, their work isn’t perceived as “weird,” but “arty” and “avant-garde.” (This explains the contrast between the positive reception of Eminiem’s Slim Shady versus the negative reception of Minaj’s Zolanski, as Carr slyly notes.)[i] Implicit biases make it easy to accept the “weirdness” of male artists as evidence of their genius; these same implicit biases lead us to seek confirmation that this thing that sounds so strange really is as good as other people say it is. 


            Post-genre-ism is definitely a source of tension—i.e., perceived weirdness—in Minaj’s work. Carr describes Minaj’s post-genreism in several places, noting, for example, that “rather than choose to be a rapper, R & B star, pop star, or dance-music singer, she simply goes for it all.” And it’s this attempt to “go for it all” that raises the question, both of her potential greatness and her potential suckiness. While Carr ultimately concludes that Minaj’s post-genreism is evidence of the artist’s greatness, she can only do so after proving that it’s not evidence of Minaj’s, or the album’s, failure. (In fact, somewhat after Carr’s article, some radio DJs will infamously make fun of Minaj’s post-genreist crossover, “Starships,” implying that it’s somehow a betrayal of “authentic” hip hop.) Carr argues:


Minaj is already there on an artistic level. Her flow, including the corny hashtag raps and the growls and all the other forms of play that make her simultaneously so old school and so fresh, have already shifted the zeitgeist and inspired a new generation of pop lovers in one short year. Now it's time for her to figure out how to step up to sound like she what she says on the album’s third track: “I Am Your Leader.”


This blending of old-school and fresh, especially as a combo of traditional hip hop, R&B, and contemporary EDM-inspired dance pop (e.g., Starships) is exactly the same sort of post-genrism Powers locates in Usher’s new album. But here, when talking about Minaj, Carr has to prove that post-genreism is actually evidence of artistic greatness, innovation, and cultural impact.


Lindsay Zoladz makes a similar move in her post on Minaj, titled, notably, “Epic Fails.” Though Zoldaz, like Halberstam (on whom she draws), wants to re-value “failure,” that Zoladz chose to approach Roman Reoladed via the idea of failure—de-valued or re-valued—means that the success and greatness of Minaj’s album is something that is generally questioned and up for debate. From Halberstam, Zoladz takes the idea that failure, by rejecting accepted norms for success and greatness, “can open up alternative ways of knowing and being in the world.” She uses this Halberstamian lense to address the question, “Is Roman Reoladed a failure?”. Zoladz specifically identifies the album’s post-genre-ism as what motivates this question. She writes:


Speaking of which, has there been a more glorious and fascinating failure this year than Nicki Minaj’s second studio album, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded? A stilted, scotch-taped-together fusion of brashly minimalist, avant-garde hip-hop (“Come On A Cone,” “Beez in the Trap”) and blatantly commercial Euro-pop-flavored club bangers (“Starships,” “Pound the Alarm”), Roman Reloaded is inconsistent in just about every way imaginable. The reviews were understandably mixed when it was released in early April, and in the beginning I felt pretty mixed about it myself: some of the terms I remember using when first talking about it are as follows: “amazing,” “terrible,” “spectacular,” “erratic,” “missed opportunity,” “like a glittery, hot pink blimp on fire falling out of the sky.” We can probably just abbreviate all of this to “messterpiece.”


So, Roman Reloaded’s post-genre-ism is weird. But is this weirdness the sign of a genius, or of someone who just doesn’t get it? In Usher’s case, the tension generated by post-genre-ism is interpreted as the discomfort one might feel at the avant-garde: the weirdness is evidence that he’s bursting through boundaries like a Marvel superhero. In Minaj’s case, the tension generated by post-genre-ism is interpreted s the discomfort one might feel at a failed performance: the weirdness is evidence that she’s failing to meet the bar, like girls usually do.


So what we have her, what is revealed by the different approaches that Powers, Carr, and Zoladz each adopt, is a gendered double standard: Whatever it is, if/when men do it, it’s great; if/when women do it, it’s at best suspect, if not outright damning. This gendered double standard is not at all new. In fact, philosopher Christine Battersby wrote about it quite extensively in her 1989 book Gender andGenius. Here, she shows how, especially in ninteenth-century European aesthetics, the concept of “genius” was gendered in a very specific way. The artistic genius was male, but he demonstrated the ability to adopt and use both masculine and feminine traits, comportments, behaviors, etc. So, the genius was irrational, emotive, intuitive, close to nature and to his body—all very stereotypically feminine characteristics. In fact, these are characteristics that are cited as reasons why women canNOT be accomplished artists or intellectuals. In women, these stereotypically feminine traits appear to be natural, unmediated outgrowths of their “feminine disposition.” In men, these traits run counter to their “masculine disposition,” so they must be either accomplishments or gifts (e.g., talent). Moreover, men have masculinity—rationality, objectivity, education, etc.--and they, unlike women, can use their natural masculinity to moderate the deletrious effects of femininity. So, whatever it is—irrationality, variability, whatever—if it appears in men, it’s evidence of their exceptional status, and if it appears in women, it’s evidence of their failure.


The different tasks faced by Powers, as a critic responding to Usher’s post-genre album, and Carr and Zoladz, as critics responding to Minaj’s post-genre album, are evidence of this continued gendered double-standard facing female artists. And I didn’t even really talk about race! We can’t just assume that because Minaj and Usher are both black, they’re on a level racial playing field. Gender intersects with and modifies race, so just as the two artists are situated differently with respect to gender (and patriarchy), they’re also situated differently with respect to race (and white supremacy). But that discussion of race will have to wait, as I’ve already wandered waaay too far into tl;dr territory. So perhaps we can have that conversation in the comments?


[i]Suckers fall for it, calling Minaj's switches, and her Roman persona specifically, “sociopathic,” “wild,” “schizophrenic,” and the tracks spastic, frenetic, twisted. Of course, plenty of people said the same of Roman's friend Slim Shady, but lots of folks forgave him because that sociopath could really rap.”

05 June 2012

Johnny B. Goode, Back to the Future, and the Greatest Rock ‘n’ Roll Swindle


Today I was in the gym, where have all my best ideas (I blame it on the increased oxygen to the brain). What I talk about in this post is definitely not on the list of Robin’s best ideas, but it is interesting and worth some further thought.[i]
 

CNN was on one of the TVs, and even without my glasses I could tell they were covering the British Jubilee celebrations. So, I thought, let’s start out with the Sex Pistols for running music; when I first started running back in the 90s, I alternated among cassettes of Never Mind the Bollocks, The Clash (UK version), and Give Em Enough Rope, so running to the Pistols makes me all nostalgic for Oxford, OH.


Anyway, I finished up Never Mind, and b/c I have an 80G iPod instead of a cassette Walkman, I shuffled over to The Great Rock ‘n’ Roll Swindle, a Pistols comp album released after Lydon left the band. Well, really, it’s a soundtrack to the Pistols/McLaren film of the same title, but nowadays it functions more like a comp album. There are a few interesting tracks on this album, like “Black Arabs,” which is a medley of Pistols singles re-arranged as 70s pop hits, the cover of “Substitute,” and the Sid Vicious version of “My Way.”  But my favorite tracks on the album are the failed covers of “Johnny B. Goode” and “Roadrunner.” EMI seems to be rather vigilant about taking down videos of the track, so I’ll link instead to an mp3:


Sex Pistols - Johnny B. Goode

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These covers are arguably the one musically interesting and innovative thing the Pistols ever really do. Most of their songs are pretty standard pop-rock songs, minus the guitar solo.[ii] Musically, they were doing more or less what the Ramones were already doing, but filtered a bit more through British pub rock (e.g., Jones and Cook were established musicians, not beginners who knew only three chords). (I should probably admit that I find PiL waaaay more musically interesting than the Pistols…and these covers gesture towards the sorts of stuff Lydon will do with his second band.) The Berry/Modern Lovers covers, however, are really great because they musically depict the sort of failure and self-destruction that the Pistols perfected in extramusical contexts—like in their final show (“Ever feel like you’ve been cheated?” or in the infamous Sid & Nancy tragedy).


Basically, these two tracks are recordings of failed attempts. In both instances, Lydon/Rotten mumbles, stumbles, gurgles and burbles his way through the songs, claiming to “not know the words”. Here is a written account of the lyrics, or, lack of lyrics. As you can read, initially they were going to do a “mash up” of Goode and another song, but Lydon immediately rejects this and starts half-singing along to Goode. Making all sorts of abject noises—burbles, bubbles, farting noises and other onomatopoeia for taboo body functions—Lydon metaphorically and performativley takes the piss. He bumbles his way through two songs he claims to not know. So the question is: if these are flawed takes full of errors, why not just leave them on the cutting room floor, or record over them? Why put them on the album?


Why? Well, this album is titled The Great Rock ‘n’ Roll Swindle, so putting ostensibly “failed” tracks on the album just contributes to the sense that someone, i.e., the listener/consumer, is being cheated. It taunts the listener: “Look, you paid good money for this crap!” It also suggests that the Pistols are pulling one over on their fans, and on adoring music critics: “Look, you think there’s something serious going on here, that this is real art…but the joke’s on you, we’re bullshitting you!” (This resonates with that MIMS line “I can sell a mill sayin nothing on the track”)


But the track—and the “swindle”—is even more interesting if we compare the Pistols’ cover of Goode to the one that appears in Back To the Future.




Marty McFly travels 30 years into the past to scoop Chuck Berry on his own song. (And also to scoop Hendrix on some guitar technique and stage theatrics.) In his cover, McFly teaches black people how to rock, and thus steals black innovations from their inventors. He appropriates not just a particular song, but the invention of a whole genre, for white people. Though this performance saves McFly from erasure (from life, from the picture of him and his siblings), it erases the African-American origins of rock. (Interestingly, this erasure of black people is what enables white heterosexual coupling…) Well, to be more accurate: black people aren’t fully erased—they do still appear in traditional, supporting roles (the backup band). What gets erased are black innovators. Stealing credit for rock from black people—That, McFly, is one great rock ‘n’ roll swindle.


In fact, it’s just one example of the centuries-long relationship of “love & theft” (to use Eric Lott’s terms) that whites have with black music and black culture.


However, if we read the Pistols cover of Goode with the McFly cover of Goode, this opens up a new way of interpreting the Pistols’ use of the term “Rock ‘n’ Roll Swindle”. (Yeah, that reading is totally anachronistic, but timey-wimey non-linearity is sorta key to the McFly cover in the first place.) What if the Goode cover is an indication of the Pistols—or at least Lydon’s—own incipient awareness that there’s some sort of racialized swindle happening in rock?


I’ve been thinking a lot recently about late 70s white musicians who explicitly problematize their appropriations of black music.  As far as I can tell, punks and no wavers are the first pop musicians to explicitly discuss—both in lyrics and in ‘musical’ semantics—the fact that there may be a problem with them, as white people, appropriating black musical styles and practices. They know there’s something racist going on, but their awareness doesn’t generally stop them from appropriating black music…but that’s usually how white guilt and white shame play out.

Anyway, the late 70s bring us a number of songs about or related to white guilt. The Clash have several: White Man in Hammersmith Palais, Safe European Home, Overpowered By Funk, and even, in a certain light, White Riot. James Chance (aka James White) also has a slew of songs explicitly about white appropriation of black music: Almost Black (pts 1 & 2), White Savages…he even called one of his bands James White & the Blacks. Chance/White problematizes white pleasure in cultural appropriation by performing awkward, ugly, clunky songs. His cover of Michael Jackson’s “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough” is a good example of the way Chance/White intentionally fails in his appropriation of black music. The musical and performative failure draws attention to the failure in racial justice.


By juxtaposing the Pistols’ Goode cover with the McFly cover of the same song, I want to suggest that Lydon’s performance, like Chance’s, uses musical failure to highlight failures in racial justice.[iii] By failing to perform the song well, by failing to make it a pleasurable performance, Lydon refuses to play along with the “love & theft” narrative. In a sense, Lydon is refusing—at least in this instance…b/c he certainly does it elsewhere in his work—to appropriate black music for the benefit of whites. He’s showing us that the real rock ‘n’ roll swindle is its theft, from blacks, by whites.


[i] And, actually, if anyone has published on this, I’d love to read it!
[ii] In the same way that Jack Halberstam accuses Lee Edelman’s reading of the Pistols to “not fuck the law,” the Pistols music also succumbs to the “law” of pop-rock formulaic composition.
[iii] So, failure is also an element of McFly’s performance. Once he departs from a straight cover of Berry’s original and begins improvising, he looses he audience; people stop dancing, and people cover their ears. The film suggests the failure is a temporal one: “I guess you guys aren’t ready for this yet, but your kids will love it.” So it’s not McFly’s performance that fails, but the temporal context that is screwed up.