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06 July 2011
The Past Called. It Wants Its Everything Back.
The sound of summer. Or at least of my summer so far, judging by the way things have been shaping up.
First the new recent full-length jawns from FaltyDL, Boxcutter, and SBTRKT; all three of which, to varying but significant degrees, sport a particular throwback flavor to them. That being: two-step garage that harkens back to early house and techno, with a few moments of fusion-y soul-jazz, hints of 'mutant disco' of the sort that people like Lovefingers et al. were heavily trafficking in a few years ago, and with -- much like with the James Blake album of earlier this year -- the ghost of Arthur Russell registering ever-so-faintly at the periphery. And now there's this one (above), which caps the whole precession off very fittingly.
Can't help but find it all a little appropriate, coinciding as it does with the publication of Simon's Retromania. Also, because this type of sound is never too far from earshot for me anyway, seeing how there's a community radio station on this part of town where a number of the DJs are insistent on keeping this sort of groove going. (In fact, the overall style of the MCDE mix mirrors some of their format very closely.)
Anyway, had a mix of mine in the works a few weeks ago, featuring a lot of tracks and favorite t'ings that I'd been listening to lately. But the inclination or enthusiasm for pulling it all together dissipated somewhere along the way. Perhaps it's time to rally toward the finish line with the thing and finally get the soundfiles off my desktop.
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05 July 2011
Figure-Ground Relationship, II (Cryptologist)
"In his own particular way, Twombly tells us that the essence of writing is neither form nor usage but simply gesture -- the gesture that produces it by allowing it to happen: a garble, almost a smudge, a negligence. ...The essence of an object has something to do with the way it turns into trash. It is not necessarily what remains after the object has been used, it’s rather what is thrown away in use. And so it is with Twombly’s writings. They are the fragments of an indolence, and this makes them extremely elegant; it’s as though the only thing left after the strongly erotic act of writing were the languid fatigue of love: a garment cast aside into a corner of the page."
- Roland Barthes
R.I.P. Cy Twombly
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Apocalyptic Wallpaper and the Conviction of Doubt
Artist Amy Sillman in the summer edition of Artforum, dismissing the tiresome, reductivist "just a buncha guys painting with their dicks" verdict on Abstract Expressionism...
"Meanwhile, AbEx's legacy presents us with a tangle of still more gender clichés, a strange terrain inhabited by fake-dude-women like Lee Krasner and Joan Mitchell, wielding their paint sticks like cowboys; and Pollock and de Kooning operating as phallic she-males, working from their innermost intuitive feelings, a 'feminization' that introduces another twist in this essentialist logic.
I thought we were past simple butch and femme role-playing by now. ...But with AbEx, it's always the same old, same old. This kind of simplification wipes away the possibility of looking at all the really interesting vagaries and conflicts within AbEx, ...I'm still gung ho about looking at their work and finding in it tenderness, tragedy, contingency, and inverted color schemes; I'm still inspired by the rhetorical position of speaking from the gut, Walt Whitman style, by the AbExers' work with reimagined relations between the parts and between forces, Gertrude Stein style, but in an anti-Platonic improvisational, real-time mode of production."
Sillman begins with T.J. Clark's 1994 essay "In Defense of Abstract Expressionism," using its championing of an aesthetics of "vulgarity" (re, "tenderness, tragedy, contingency," etc.) to delve into Susan Sontag's celebration of the same in "Notes on Camp" -- especially the latter's postulate that, "In naive, or pure, Camp, the essential element is seriousness, a seriousness that fails."
It's an interesting and enjoyable read, but not without its occasion problems. For instance, shortly after stating the above, Sillman makes reaches her analogy about disco, attributing the popular backlash against disco as chiefly the product of "punk" and of racism and homophobia. Which in terms of circumnavigating clichéd polemics, reminded me of watching a skater gracefully avoid an open manhole cover, only to see them immediately spin around and smack face-first into a lamppost. Still, it's a good essay, if not one of the stronger of the batch presented for the issue's theme -- reframing and revising the recent (American) critical assessment of what the post-war "New York School" was all about.
Favorite quote in the Sillman piece: "Poor old jazz, it’s going through the same thing, but AbEx seems to have suffered a fate worse than jazz: jazz with money."
Now if someone would finally correct and retire that imbecilic meme about how the whole thing was just some propaganda front for C.I.A. Cold-War ops, we'd finally be getting somewhere.
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04 July 2011
Born to Win (Cost-Benefit Analysis with Gestalt Experiments)
illustrations:
Art & Language - "Portrait of V.I. Lenin with Cap in the Style of Jackson Pollock, No. 3"
Ilya Repin - "They Did Not Expect Him," Yarbus schematic
Thomas Kinkade, with mean of Phidias overlay
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03 July 2011
Figure-Ground Relationship
A few peripheral thoughts to crossed my mind while writing that prior post...
Inasmuch as the work of Philip Jeck and Christian Marclay involves specific technology and the products of a particular era, in the end it continues an aesthetic that dates back to the earlier part of the previous century. It can be traced back through a series of artworks made from junk and discarded material -- from Rauschenberg's "combines" to the décollages of Jacques Villeglé -- to a certain aestehetic sensibility that many would peg as distinctly Dadaist in origin.
I'm thinking specifically of Kurt Schwitters' series of Merz collages and assemblages, his paste-ups of detritus gathered from the streets of Hanover in the years after WWI. Tram tickets, old invoices, scraps of newspapers and advert posters, miscellaneous rubbish and bits of smashed or broken furniture -- each element a signifier of the structure and material workings of quotidian modern urban life. Yes, these works connect with Cubist notions of collage as a merging of art (the picture plane, the plasticity of paint, etc.) with items from everyday life, as well as with the Dadaist use of chance, randomness and the arbitrary in the creative process. That they were composed from waste and residuum additionally connotes the exchanges and the political economy that shape that modernity. It's of no small ironic significance that Schwitters' title for this series of work was derived from a random fragment of printed material that he used in an early collage -- Merz, truncated from kommerz (or from Commerzbank, depending on which account you trust).1
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Dadaist ideas have reemerged repeatedly throughout the past sixty years of art history, most notably making a grand re-emergence with the "Neo-Dada" work of Robert Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns in the years immediately following the Second World War. Rauschenberg's "Erased de Kooning Drawing" of 1953 is widely regarded as a consumate Oedipal coup de grâce, the palimpsest for a new generation of emerging artists turning their backs on Abstract Expression -- saying "no thanks" to its romanticism and subjectivity, its agonistic interiority, its swaggering masculinity, etc.
All of which would make a perfect sense if Rauschenberg had bought the de Kooning drawing at auction before trying to destroy it.2 But instead he approached Willem de Kooning directly, told of him what he was aiming to do, and more or less asked him to collaborate on or contribute to the project. De Kooning agreed, selecting for the young artist a drawing that he guaranteed would require a lot of work to un-do. Several weeks and dozens of erasers later, Rauschenberg emerged with the finished product -- a sheet of paper on which a few smudges and markings from the original artwork remain faintly visible. But perhaps better to let Bob explain his actions for himself...
Some might describe the concept behind the work as being very "zen," but it was also one that firmly hinged on romantic faith in the nature of the creative act and artistic intent.3
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On the American Breakbeat compilation from back around the turn of this century, the short-lived, laptops-are-the-instruments-for-the-new-folk-music duo of Alejandra & Underwood turned up to supply the outing's most incongruous (and rewarding) track, "Erased Aphex Twin, After Rauschenberg." The track was an as-promised affair -- four minutes and fifty-one seconds of silence, occasionally interrupted by murky, fleeting peek-a-boo granules of melodic IDM. (The source material may've been "Xtal," if memory serves). The random, sporadic fragments of sound become more teasingly frequent as the track progresses, coalescing into something graspable or recognizable in the final few seconds -- just in time for the the original tune's denouement, with the fade-out/wind-down remaining more- or less intact.
In some ways, the track is the opposite of the Rauschenberg's from which it takes it premise. Whether it meant as a pugnacious defacement of a widely-hailed (or perhaps overrated, depending on your point of view) artist of the day, I have my doubts. If anything, it was more of an agnostic response to all the inflated talk in the 1990s about "future music" and the supposed fidelity and permanence of digital media. Files get corrupted, data gets lost, and art -- often fueled by the desire to surprise and intrigue -- can't be so easily prescribed.
1. This is merely one way to read the work. By some accounts, Schwitters was an aesthete to the core. So much so that his efforts to network with the Berlin Dadaists were spurned early on, with (reputedly) Richard Huelsenbeck later commenting that he couldn't stand the sight of Schwitters' "bourgeois face." For Schwitters, the Merz work was as much about liberating the varied fragments from their original context, thus permitting them to transcend their intended purpose/use-value and operate as purely visual elements.
2. In this respect, I'd argue that the work is one of the most commonly misread works of 20th century art, perhaps only second to Duchamp's L.H.O.O.Q..
3. Somewhat similar to Rauschenberg's comments about his own ideas behind "Erased de Kooning": During my undergrad days, I had a painting instructor who -- when discussing the presence of "graffiti"-like elements in work I was doing -- said that he'd sometimes entertained the hypothetical question about whether it was possible for an artists to "vandalize his/her own work." I didn't have the heart to point out to him that such a thing begs all sorts of brambly aesthetic questions about the nature of "authorial intention," but that it was theoretically impossible due to the way that it ultimately involves the issue of property.
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01 July 2011
The Pop Universe, in the Shape of a Doughnut
On a somewhat lighter note of what I was going on about previously...
Simon Reynolds, offered a temporary venue at Bruce Sterling's Wired blog, tangentially riffing on some on Retromania's content, with some comments on the topic of mash-ups, plunderphonics, and pop eating itself. A bit delighted to see that he, as I did some time back, fit The Residents' Third Reich'n'Roll into this continuum; but when he ups the ante by stacking another of my old-skool favorites atop that by citing Bernard Parmegiani's Pop'eclectic, fuck me if I'm not about ready to start doling out hugs.
But seriously. The No. 1 Astronaut/WNCL "Instant Digest" mix (via modyfier) he mentions had previously escaped my notice. The Nick Edwards testimonial sums the thing it very precisely...
"In this age of the super information highway, the problem is no longer how to access information, it is how to absorb it. The Instant Digest offers the perfect solution: sonic information compressed into short, sharp efficient byte-size chunks. After all, download culture has already removed 75% of extraneous audio information from our musical experience, so why not go the whole hog and reduce the actual duration too? Cut out all the boring bits, just give us the salient points, please. Instant Digest reduces the musical experience to the condition of Blipvert."
Simon also nods to Osymyso's "Intro Inspection" in the course of the piece. aBut while reading it, I had a couple of other related items leap to mind. Firstly, DJ Food/Strictly Kev's "Raiding the 20th Century" mix of about 7 years ago. The expanded two-point-oh version of the thing is a somewhat different beast from the usual mash-up mix, thanks to Kev's bring in Paul Morley for a bit of spoken-word narration. Apparently Kev was amazed by Morley's book Words and Music: A History of Pop in the Shape of a City and how it paralleled a lot the ideas he had in doing the mix the first time around, and asked Morley to help him with the remix. And Morley's book is a very playful and unorthodox outing, hardly your standard work of music criticism/writing/historicism.
But the Astronaut No. 1 mix brought something else to memory, a similar exercise from years ago that turned up via the site for the plunderphonics outfit Evolution Control Committee. Their site hosted a pair of MP3s taken from a mysterious tape entitled "Chart Sweep," a mix that featured every Billboard pop-chart #1 hit from between the years of 1954 and 1992, all of 'em stacked end-to-end in short snippets and presented in chronological order. As I double back to relocate the post, it appears that the ECC guys and their associates eventually tracked down the tape's creator.
In Words and Music, Morley goes on a riff on the Now That's What I Call Music! compilation series. Which reminds me...
Before the days of "oldies" stations and the digitally-enabled culture of endless reissues, we got by however they could. Options were limited, but people did have options.
File under: Wedding DJ's "crate savers."
ECC, some might recall, first came to attention back in 1994 with their Whipped Cream Mixes 7", in which the guys cheekily matched the vocals from a pair of Public Enemy tracks to songs by the Tijuana Brass. Which reminds reminds of this item that I bumped into while writing the previous post, in which The Wire mag gets Christian Marclay to contribute to their regular "Inner Sleeve" feature, so Marclay weighs in on the era-defining libidinal icon that was Herb Alpert's Whipped Cream & Other Delights.
Funny how a number of things fall together sometimes.
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