Archive | April, 2013

The Queer Composition of America’s Sound

29 Apr

Stein/Thomson, Four Saints in Three Acts (1934) excerpt:

Alex Ross “Copland and the Republicans

It Ain’t Necessarily So (Porgy and Bess, 1959)


It Ain’t Necessarily So (Cher)

Broadway Musicals: A Musical Legacy

Gasolina by Daddy Yankee

22 Apr

Performing Queer Latinidad

22 Apr

Arthur Aviles,

Ricky Martin, Livin La Vida Loca:

Shakira, Ciego, Sodomuda,

Shakira, “Whenever, Wherever”:

Shakira, “Hips Don’t Lie”:

Calle 13 Atravete:

Joswa in da House, El Me Gusta:

Joswa in da House, El Me Gusta (Live):

Bailando Dembow:

Dissonant Divas

15 Apr

Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys, “New San Antonio Rose” (1940):

Rosita Fernandez “San Antonio” (1980):

Chelo Silva, Preguntame a mi (Live 1983):

Paquita la del Barrio, Cheque en Blanco (Live):

Eva Ybarra y Su Conjunto @ Tejano Conjunto Festival 2012

Sally Rand, fan dance circa 1934:

Eva Garza performing in “Mujeres sin manana” (1951):

Eva Garza, “Sabor de Engaño”:

Selena, live in Houston 1995, disco medley:

Girl in a Coma “Clumsy Sky” (1997):

Selena impersonator in Vegas:

The Wolf(e) Tone: An Exercise in Listening

10 Apr

Grandfather Singing “The Guilford 4” 

“Believe that we too love freedom and desire it. To us it is more desirable than anything in the world. If you strike us down now, we shall rise again and renew the fight. You cannot conquer Ireland you cannot extinguish the Irish passion for freedom: if our deed has not been sufficient to win freedom then our children will win it with a better deed.” — Patrick Pearse

“The history of what could be called revolutionary subjectivity should be written.” — Michel Foucault

A trip home from the hospital in a winter snowstorm after chemo treatment has me bone-tired and depleted. I’m sitting in the back of my grandparents’ car; these grandparents that have raised me after my father’s coma (from which he later returned–back from the almost-dead, where he lives now on the interstices of almost-life) and my mother’s flirtation with suicide and affairs with rehab clinics around New York and back again–always, back again. My grandfather puts in the Wolfe Tones CD, and I’m half-listening, half-dozing off as our car navigates through the snowy roads of Long Island. The Wolfe Tones are named after Theobald Wolfe Tone, a leading Irish revolutionary figure who started the 1798 Irish Rebellion. Suddenly, my grandfather begins singing loudly and I’m awake, sitting up and smiling, to a song that I remember hearing him sing as a child but never understanding the lyrics. The name of the song is “The Guilford 4” and the lyrics my grandfather sing along to are as follows:

Behind those English prison walls

So innocent and tortured all

They call for justice and for peace

and a chance to live again

for in their dark and lonely cell

There’s no justice, there’s no freedom bell

For those Irish men and women there

in prison without crime

So free the people let them go

You can’t hold them anymore

But remember too it could be me or you

Behind those prison walls

He interjects after the lyrics “But remember too it could be me or you” to add, “It could be Meghan” and I chuckle here (see 1:04). Quickly, I’m removed from the space of listening (or “pricking up the philosophical ear”) to the lyrics, to hearing my grandfather’s joke–a part of his Irish humor that sweeps me briskly away from a moment of pain that refers to a tense moment in Irish history. Gerry Conlon, Paul Hill, Patrick Armstrong, and Carole Richardson (later known as ‘The Guilford Four’) spent fifteen years in English prison for IRA bombings in 1974 in Guilford, England; they were sentenced under false confessions made days after torture by the Surrey police.  My grandparents, my father and his siblings, having all been a part of the Irish Republican Army (IRA) until 1980 when they immigrated to the United States, relate to these lyrics differently than I do… but I’m still listening.

As Jean-Luc Nancy writes in Listening, “To be listening is to always be on the edge of meaning.” (7) It is to “capture the sonority rather than the message.” (4) Is is possible, then, to listen (in the Nancian sense) to revolutionary songs: songs that depend on the message? Perhaps more important than this question is one that Foucault poses in his later years of writing: is revolution even desirable? Foucault states, “You know full well today that the problem is whether revolution is desirable”. Perhaps, revolution is desirable in that it enters the subject into politics and not politicking (something Foucault warns against). Foucault engages in a language of rights that does not appear in his earlier works (in fact is mostly resisted). This is arguably because of Foucault’s understanding of power and how it operates. Foucault is particularly interested in the micro-level workings of power; he is not talking about monarchical power, in which sovereignty exists as an ‘absolute.’ The management of possibilities in monarchical power is transparent. What is more interesting for Foucault are the power structures in an apparently ‘free’ society (e.g. in liberal democracies). The foundational mechanisms of power specifically point to the “way in which some act on others” (137) and how those actions upon actions mark the transition to management–the management of individual bodies and, more broadly, the population. So certainly, revolution (which for Ireland is not exactly happening within a ‘liberal democracy’ but in a state of colonial occupation) isn’t what makes power interesting. However, Foucault’s later question about the desirability of the revolution is a critical one in thinking about cultural memory, intervention, and the community of the governed–the multiplicitous. As he states in Security, Territory, Population: Lectures at the Collége de France, 1977-78, “No more or less that that which is born with resistance to governmentality, the first uprising, the first confrontation.”  My question, which stems from the query over revolution’s desirability, is this: what does song do to the revolution and, more specifically, to revolution’s desirability?

The ‘live’ performance of my grandfather over the recorded performance of the Wolfe Tone’s enacts a kind of dissonance in listening and hearing. What are the words of the revolution, the beats and tones and notes of the revolution, doing to me in this moment of my post-chemo self in the back of our car in 2012? Am I even listening? Was my grandfather’s interruption into the song (“It could be Meghan”) a call to history? Was it a call for my own involvement in this revolution that is so deeply tied to my own cultural and to Ireland’s collective history?

In music, a wolf tone occurs when a note matches the natural frequency of the body of the instrument, creating a continued artificial overtone that aids in amplifying the frequencies of the original note. This tension between the original and artificial note that produces the wolf tone is very much like the tension that occurs between the live (original) performance of my grandfather singing and the recorded (artificial) performance of the Wolfe Tone’s CD. The uneven frequencies create a friction that causes my grandfather to pause and interject: It could be Meghan. It could be me or you.

Can the Ho Speak?

8 Apr

Trina: My Bitches

What’s your Fantasy Remix (Ludacris, Trina, Shawnna, Foxy Brown)