POEM + AUDIO: SHARING IS HEREDITARY

photo by Alex Lear

 

 


 

 

 

 

Sharing is hereditary

 

 

my four foot-eleven mother was world wise yet unburdened 

by the cloying cynicism sophistication so often suggests

she projected a generous spirit adeptly balancing gifting 

and keeping her nose out of other people's greed, and 

equally, my burly country bred father taught us 

the eternal lesson: regardless of how you looked 

or what others thought, there was no wrong in doing right

 

the curatorial joy of their prescient caring shaped three 

strapling sons who continue to strive to match inola's 

exalted social statue and to embody big val's prophetic 

folk wisdom, our parents offered the treasury of themselves 

and thereby ushered our entrance into the sanctuary 

of responsive and responsible manhood wherein we fulfill 

ourselves by emptying our hearts into the life cups of others

 

 

—kalamu ya salaam

 

 

_________________

 

Kalamu ya Salaam – vocals

Stephan Richter – clarinet

Wolfi Schlick – reeds

Frank Bruckner – guitar

Mathis Mayer - cello

Georg Janker - bass

Michael Heilrath - bass

Roland HH Biswurm - drums

 

 

Recorded: June 14, 1998 – "ETA Theatre" Munich, Germany

POEM: LET ME SENSE THE CHAOS

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

 

 

 

let me sense the chaos

   a semi-autobiography 

   (based on the mca jimi @ woodstock CD)

 

 

            And those who took away our Voice

                                    Are now surprised

            They couldn't take away our Song.

                                                 --Kofi Anyidoho

  

1.

 

in the news

            every

day

the blk world

 

gasping

 

fragmented / confused

 

trying

to grasp

itself

 

confused / fragmented

 

fresh murders

marbling the sidewalks

of our psyches

in an indelible redness

no future sun can bleach

 

            "in Rwanda

            ten thousand dead

            in one day"


 

2.

 

i know that bosnia is bad

but have you seen liberia

have you heard haiti

been seized by rio's preteen

street grown gangstas

or ingested the platinum

raps of inner city america

celebrating its own depravity

 

today's blkness

makes humpty dumpty look whole

 


3.

 

we are

the palsied palms

 

of ex-chattel

picking melodies

 

african black

& mulatto

 

intermixed with the eye tears

of murdered cherokee

 

& dappled

by the martial noise

 

from motley strains

of conquering caucasians

 

chortling praise

to their bellicose god

 

            this mixture is the indigo matrix

            of my muse's midnight hue

 

 


4.

 

have we survived the past

only to give up the present

 

the speedy spin

of integration

flings us

 

away from groundings

with our people

 

a chocolate despair consumes

our sweetness

leaving the dry bones

of neglected unity

disconnected & rotted

 

is the bottom line higher

than the common good

 


5.

 

i have a new cd

of ancestral soundz

previously unreleased

 

roaring strings timbred to a keening

juice of electric hurling through

           

akin to the incredible jism jerk

of groin muscles shooting off

 

i needed to make this hollering

this ghostly heart cry

 

loudly

leaping

through

the thick

of rhythms'

din

 

there is

always a need

to assert

humanness

 

to cry

to announce

            i am

 

 


6.

 

the road to life

is no gentle path

birth is a renting of flesh

a messy letting

of dangerous blood

rife with pain & promise

 

& ultimately

merely momentary existence

amidst the vastness

of eternity

 

 

 


7.


within the cruelty of this

avaricious modernity

 

life's mystery

is the capacity of color

to forge beauty

from the chaos

 

the simple courage

to shed

systemic chicness

& stand unshod

 

authoring the gospel

of musical creativity

 


8.

 

such singing

 

whether with others

with orchestra

with hand instruments

or single voice alone

 

such singing is answer

is signpost

 

signifying

we've found a sound

 

that turns the temporary

of today's tough earth

into a life long

spiritual home

 

 


9.

 

without dark sound sanctuary

nurturing imagination

 

my future is limited

to this tone deaf present

 

except within vibrant

hymnal shelter

 

how else can

my soul survive

 

 


10.

 

yes

 

let me sense the chaos

listen

to my blues resound

 

let me sense the chaos

i will respond

with a song

 

let me

sense the chaos

 

why else

 

was i

born

 

 —kalamu ya salaam


POEM + AUDIO: EXIT LEFT

photo by Alex Lear

 

 


 

 

 

 

exit left

 

when i came to i didn't know where i was

on the ground, prone, near the levee bottom—i blacked out

while jogging, got up, walked home, still laboring a bit

between deep gulps i told nia as much as i could remember

 

my brother is a cardiologist, nia urged me to call him

tuesday morning early i take an ekg and the results are so disturbing

keith schedules me for a battery of tests an hour and a half later

i still have a meeting to do in between, my blood pressure was normal

 

i reappear, am radioactively injected, get wired up and climb on

a treadmill, lay under a nuclear camera, chat as though nothing

was wrong, submit to a sonargram, nia is there the whole time,

the results are negative, acceptable, i did not have a heart attack

 

keith can not determine the etiology of the alarming ekg

but i know the hard truth: at fifty i am almost through

i am dying and perhaps there is a metaphysical reason

no physical break down showed up on the machines this time

 

as the world unravels around me i coolly center the resulting chaos

within the calm of my karma's core—this is how i exist: i dare to do

all the good i can, i accept the uneveness of chance, i simply love

life for what it is and when my time comes, i am not afraid to exit

 

—kalamu ya salaam

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

Music—"Monk's Mood" by Thelonious Monk

 

Kalamu ya Salaam – vocals

Stephan Richter – clarinet

Frank Bruckner – guitar

Georg Janker - bass

 

 

Recorded: June 14, 1998 – "ETA Theatre" Munich, Germany


POEM + AUDIO: FIREMAN'S BALL

 

Fireman's Ball

 

glistening in the heated night glow

yr arced torso radiates

 

the sculpted bronze intensity

of an earth toned ewe passion mask

 

yr hypnotic breasts

are brown mesmerizing eyes, yr nipples

 

dilated pupils aroused into

elongated surprise

 

yr navel a heavy

nose

 

flaring

with every sharp breath

 

& listen

that dark forest, yr sideways mouth

 

silently chants the sacred syllables

of my secret name

 

as i plunge into the discovery

of its musky depths

 

unable to stand

i joyously recline

 

jumping in the happy immolation

of yr explosive flame

 

—Kalamu ya Salaam 

 

___________________________________________ 

Kalamu ya Salaam – vocals

Stephan Richter – bass clarinet

Wolfi Schlick – tenor & reeds

Frank Bruckner – guitar

Roland HH Biswurm - drums

 

 

Recorded: May 31, 1998 – Munich, Germany

POEM + AUDIO: EPIPHANY

photo by Alex Lear

 


 

 

 

 

 

Epiphany

(something like how nia feels to me, xcept, this one is not really abt her)

  

god sent me / here / she said / & smiled / when we first met

 

glowing / & unblinking / she looked me / brown eye to brown eye / which wasn't easy / seeing as how she was only five-three / maybe / sneaking up on five-four / one of them no make-up / womens / wearing a mixture of clothes / tie dyes / silks / colored cottons / whatever gave the impression / the vibe of red / yellow / gold / green / & a couple of blues / nobody has a name for yet

 

i wanted to say / well / god / must have been / mistaken / cause i ain't sent for nobody

 

well, not really sent / it's more like / i was called

 

oh shit / i thinks / to myself / she's one of them / touched people

 

later / when she reads / some of her poems / honey nectar tart sweet aromas / explore the air / around us / fill my ears / & it is i / who am touched / by this woman

 

this woman / i'm with / this woman / i will always be with / no matter / what happens / whether we separate / or stay together / there are people / places / experiences / that become you / contribute to / making you be you / people you can never unfeel / un-be / leave behind / even when they are gone / they are there in your particulars / the rush of your breathing in the dead of sleep / the timbre of your sound / singing to yourself / speaking to another / they are there / anyone who has been truly intimate / remains / impressed inside

 

later i learn / how this woman / has a way / of appearing before me / with every vision i get / like, i wake / in the middle of the night / to play a dream tune / & she is already up / waiting for me / with the lyrics for our next song / fresh ink on soft paper / she knows where i'm going / before i get there

 

what i mean / is not simply / her physically being there / because sometimes her body / still be in bed / but her inspiration / in my head / be tongue licking my imagination / how else could i conceive / except impregnated / by some emotion seed / she dropped / into my soul / when i was busy / not consciously paying attention / to how she was subconsciously / moving me

 

so what / could i do / but submit / to the beauty / touch / spirit intellegience / of this hip / bundled laughter / looking up / at me / one soft autumn day / in the late years / of my life / ? / you dig?

 

& that's how / i met / my second / wife

 

—kalamu ya salaam

 

 

_________________

Music: "Misterioso" by Thelonious Monk 

Kalamu ya Salaam – vocals

Stephan Richter – clarinet

Wolfi Schlick – reeds

Frank Bruckner – guitar

Mathis Mayer - cello

Georg Janker - bass

Michael Heilrath - bass

Roland HH Biswurm - drums

 

 

Recorded: June 14, 1998 – "ETA Theatre" Munich, Germany

POEM + AUDIO: I LOOK BUT WHAT IS THERE TO SEE?

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

 

 

 

I Look But What Is There To See?

 

look

ing for

you is like

standing

on the track

staring at the space

 

left

 

by a slow train

what done long

gone

 

around the bend

 

only

the whistle sound

faintly

in the air

 

and the ground’s

vibration

felt down

to your toes

 

nothing

 

more.

 

—kalamu ya salaam

_____________________

 

Kalamu ya Salaam – vocals

Stephan Richter – clarinet

Wolfi Schlick – reeds

Frank Bruckner – guitar

Mathis Mayer - cello

Georg Janker - bass

Michael Heilrath - bass

Roland HH Biswurm - drums

 

 

Recorded: June 14, 1998 – "ETA Theatre" Munich, Germany

 

POEM + AUDIO: WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

 

 

when you said you loved me 

 

what did you do with it

after you didn't anymore

after the rain of love dried

after laughs

after baths

after toast & watermelon

after cups of water in the night

after morning smiles & phone calls

 

i know what i did with mine

i have a wall of pain painted

  nigerian indigo,

  created lyrics for a howlin' wolf,

  fashioned a mask of brown sadness,

  & in a midnight hour

  buried love's corpse quietly

  watching dry eyed

  as the heart-red crypt slipped

  peacefully deep into

  the sea of my experiences

  where the brackish-green, obsidian

  sealed sepulcher shall sleep

  untroubled by resurrection attempts

 

when you said you loved me

i never thought of it in the past tense

 

what did you do with it

after you didn't anymore

 

_________________

 

Kalamu ya Salaam – vocals

Stephan Richter – clarinet

Wolfi Schlick – reeds

Frank Bruckner – guitar

Mathis Mayer - cello

Georg Janker - bass

Michael Heilrath - bass

Roland HH Biswurm - drums

 

 

Recorded: June 14, 1998 – "ETA Theatre" Munich, Germany

 

 

—kalamu ya salaam

POEM: WHERE ARE YOU

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

 

Where Are You

 

i seek you with the tender

urgency of ocean searching

for sand to touch

 

my roaring waves slowly

climb ashore and, with

neither shame nor hesitancy,

break softly into foamy wisps

which insistently whisper

your name into the warm

ear of the wind

 

those are not stars

lighting the night

those are my intimate eyes

 

looking for you

 

—kalamu ya salaam 

POEM with QUILT ARTWORK: BE ABOUT BEAUTY

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

 

Be About Beauty

 

be about beauty

as strong as a flower is

yet as soft too

as an open petal

receiving the mist

of a midnight raindrop,

be about beauty

no matter life's dirt

be about beauty

 

—Kalamu ya Salaam

creative quilt by Adrienne Cruz (http://www.adrienecruz.com)

 


 

"The art I create fulfills a powerful desire to express visually what's not easily spoken. I am moved by a passion for color, a love of symbols, and a deep interest in matters of the Spirit. Blending these elements keeps the rhythms of my roots alive by acknowledging the gifts of my ancestors, angels, and spirit guides. The power of art, beyond its visual image, is developed over time - born of the spirit, of roots, and the celebration of survival.

"I welcome you to journey through this site for a taste of my world of art as meditation, a great source of joy and peace I share with you. May your spirit be lifted and inspired! Thank you for visiting."                Adriene Cruz 


Life should be Beauty, Magic and Joy
Smile, love, laugh and laugh some more
Our birthright is to know joy and experience pleasure
A spirit fueled with joy is charged and ready to go about the work we’re here to do.

It’s true we won’t always be happy or even feel good.

The challenge is managing to remember our birthright when the burdens get us down. Transform grief to beauty and dream something wonderful. 

In my life, the experience of love and beauty has been the best medicine for elevating a beat down spirit. As in the beauty of … 
A smile 
Good music Dancing, dancing, dancing
Travel to new and familiar places
Forgiveness
Understanding
The love a support of family and friends
Children laughing
Kind words
Working out
My happy dog
Faith infused with courage
Selfless giving
Love, love, love
Flowers, trees, sunsets, walks by the river, a moonlit sky, and all the wonders of nature’s abundance …
The beauty of finding magic in everyday life
To have magic in our lives is to remember it’s real, profound and sacred. Enjoy! 

For generations, the women in Adriene Cruz' family have been sewing and designing clothing. A native of Harlem, New York, Adriene attended the High School of Art and Design, then the School of Visual Arts graduating with a BFA. In those years Adriene worked in wood sculpture, often with fiber elements, and gradually the fibers, especially tapestry crochet, became her primary focus, linking her art more directly to those traditions in her family.

 

In 1983, Cruz moved to Portland, Oregon, where a quilting course at the Oregon School of Arts and Crafts reinvigorated her artwork. Since then, she has been creating brilliantly colored and adorned quilts, piecing together richly patterned materials in rhythmic arrangements that are stately as well as exuberant, structured as well as improvisational, deeply moving on a spiritual level as well as simply enjoyable for their sheer beauty.

The resonant depths of these works arise from many factors: the relationship of the materials to Adriene’s ancestry; the warmth and comfort; the powers and symbolic qualities of cowrie shells, mirrors, and talismans; the artist's ability to connect viewers to the rhythms, shapes, and patterns of abundant life

Adriene's gifted use of color and design has also garnered attention for public art in the Portland community. She has created street banners and painted murals, and created the installation art for the Killingsworth Light Rail Station using glass concrete and steel. In addition to museum exhibits nationwide, Adriene has been featured in numerous books and publications.

CONTACT INFORMATION: Adriene may be reached by email.

 

ESSAY: PROFITING FROM THE RAP REVOLUTION

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

 

PROFITING FROM THE RAP REVOLUTION

 

 

Dance To The Music. My basic contention is: Black popular music in general is abysmal--and Rap in particular is in critical danger of selling its soul for "dead presidents" (money). What we are witnessing (and too often participating in and collaborating with) is the total commercialization of our music. Thus, R&B (whether Disco, Funk,  or New Jack Swing) and Rap are both designed mainly not only to sell records but also to sell to an audience which, to a significantly large degree, is not Black. If this audience was the large majority of people in the world who are the descendants of the colonized worldwide, this would be a good development. However, the "auditors" of fame and fortune in America are largely White: White youth in revolt against their parents, a White music industry in capitalist profiteering of the sale of the music, and a White controlled media which exists as an adjunct (and advocate) of the business sector. 

 

The integration of African American artists into the mainstream of the entertainment media necessarily results in a dilution and/or prostitution of the music. 

 

 

 

The Words And The Beat--That Is The Music.  While some adults still argue about whether Rap is really music, Rap has become a major force in American popular music.  Although Rap certainly does not sound like Eurocentric music, Rap is still music, albeit, rhythm-based rather than melody- or harmony-based music.  

 

Initially, Rap artists were more concerned with having a good time within their neighborhoods and expressing themselves to their peers and friends than they were with making a career as a recording artist.  Because of Rap's language--which is not only considered vulgar but which is also difficult for adults, in general, as well as non-Blacks, specifically, to understand--few thought that Rap would ever have a big influence in the music business. Oh how wrong the majority was. 

 

Today, Gospel artists are including "raps" in their recordings, as have almost every other category of artist.  Even the Pillsbury Doughboy had a rapping TV commercial.  What started as an "outlaw" movement is now a major part of the music industry, accounting for millions of dollars in sales. 

 

Rap is the voice of African American youth speaking in the language of the youth.  Regardless of what one thinks about the language of Rap, the reality is that Rap, in its non-commercial (i.e. "hardcore") form, speaks directly to and for African American youth. These youth, especially those in the working class and underclass segments of society, are alienated, marginalized, miseducated or uneducated, abused, and socialized into a life of crime and/or dependency.  Ultimately, not only are our youth ruined and disregarded, worse they are feared. Adult society looks on our youth as if they were man-eating tigers or some other mythicized menace, albeit a menace which was created by the same society which now fears them. 

 

Our youth, in turn, know that they are not liked and that few adults really want to deal with them. The youth also know that very few adults "know how" to deal with either the youth themselves or the even larger question of the social ills besetting African American communities in the 1990s. Our youth may be ignorant in terms of formal education but they are neither dumb nor stupid.  When we listen to Rap closely and make the effort to understand what the youth are saying, all of that, and much more, comes through loudly and clearly. 

 

Most adults today have no idea how hard it is to be an African American teen-ager in an urban setting. In fact, many adults will never understand because much of the more dangerous and damaging social and psychological pressures felt by youth of this generation did not exist in preceding generations. 

 

In addition to being the language of our youth, Rap also represents the power and influence of self assertive expressions whose origins are within the continuum of African American culture, a power and influence that is now worldwide in effect. 

 

Just like the Country Blues of the rural deep south and the Urban Blues of Chicago and other metropoles of the great migration was the matrix for and continually informs and influences the majority of American pop music, and just like Jazz from the streets and parks of turn of the century New Orleans has had a world wide impact on all twentieth century music which views itself as more than entertainment, in a similar way, Rap, which came from the bantustans and townships of modern America, has had a major and worldwide influence on youth culture and pop music. 

 

Moreover, just as the influence of Blues and Jazz were both unprecedented and unpredicted, in a similar fashion the influence of Rap is preceded and predicted only by the continuous presence of African American culture as the predominant force in 20th century music worldwide.  In other words, when Rap is seen as part of the same cultural continuum which produced the Blues and Jazz (and the Spirituals and Gospel as well, even though the influence of our religious music on world music has not been as profoundly far reaching), when we consider Rap in that light then the importance of Rap is better appreciated. 

 

 

It's A Money Thang.  Driven by both the need and the greed for profits, the recording industry -- the same industry which commercializes Blues and Jazz -- is now pushing Rap for two reasons: one because there is money in it and two because there is a large talent pool. 

 

The existence of this talent pool (i.e. surplus creative labor) is critical to Rap's profitability as a commodity. Literally thousands of would-be rappers daily submit demo tapes to record companies in hopes of making "mad cash". This talent pool nurtures and grooms itself, and then in many cases delivers "demo" tapes that are virtually finished products. There is no necessity for the recording companies to make a major investment in grooming or buying studio time to record these potential million selling artists.  In fact, record companies spend less dollars per artist on Rap groups than on any other genre of popular music. When you further consider that much of Rap's promotion is word of mouth (and promotion eats up a lot of money), you begin to understand that Rap both increases income and reduces overhead at the same time. 

 

A major Rap hit does wonders for a company's bottom line.  While it is easy to see how Rap has affected the recording industry, this industry also affects Rap. The major industry driven changes affecting Rap have been two fold: one is the "commercialization" of Rap and the other is the "stylistic fragmentation" of Rap.  Once the major record labels became involved in Rap, much of Rap as a genre was unavoidably driven by the goal of making hit records on a national level; appealing to one's neighborhood circle was no longer broad enough.  

 

The commercialization of Rap necessarily affected the stylistic direction of Rap.  For example, MC. Hammer, who is the best selling Rap artist of all time, is considered a joke as a hard-core rapper. However, regardless of his skills or absence of skills as a rapper, MC. Hammer is a master entertainer and an astute entrepreneur who understands what it takes to be commercially successful. 

 

Moreover, the success of MC Hammer encourages others to enter the Rap arena because Hammer proves that you don't have to be a good rapper in order to be successful a rapper.  Obviously, I am making a distinction between artistic achievement and commercial success. 

 

Fragmentation is also inevitable as major companies compete against each other for airplay and retail sales.  Where once the neighborhood audience decided who was good and who was bad, now major Rap artists are validated by a much larger audience. To put it bluntly, White teenagers now have as much, if not a greater influence, in determining who the best selling Rap artists will be. The resultant commercial commification of Rap aimed at White audiences is one of the major reasons that Rap is undergoing severe changes stylistically?

 

 

The commodification of Rap (which includes clothing, concerts, paraphrenalia, and the like in addition to records as product) is concurrent with the emphasis on youth in today's American mainstream culture. The record companies benefit because they seldom have to deal with mature and experienced artists. They can concentrate on pushing hungry and upcoming young artists, many of whom will literally do anything to get a record contract, anything--listen to the music for an hour, watch Rap videos for an hour--anything! 

 

 

In many ways, Rap is like a young teenager thrown into the world of experienced and ruthless adults. The child doesn't have a chance of competing. Not only does the child have to deal with a whole new world, but indeed the child has not had the chance to be fully grounded in its own community. Gospel, Blues and Jazz all retained a strong community base much longer than did Rap. These are the seemingly insurmountable odds that Rap faces in the music industry. 

 

 

Rap's Contributions.  The negatives notwithstanding, Rap as a genre has brought two major innovations into pop music.  First, Rap reintroduced the Afrocentric oral tradition as an artform.  Second, Rap demonstrated a profound advancement in the use of computer technology in the service of art. Rap's use of electronic instruments and recording equipment is an advancement whose far reaching significance is akin to the African American appropriation and elevation of the saxophone at the beginning of this century. 

 

The verbal wordplay of Rap is a major advance on the general state of lyrics in pop music.  Whereas most pop lyrics are content to use end rhymes, commonplace metaphors and similes as their main literary devices, rappers have significantly upped the ante through the employment of a sophisticated approach to word play.  It is not uncommon to hear rappers use rhymes within lines as well as at the end of lines, the metaphors and similes range from satirical to surreal, and the use of onomatopoeia, alliteration, and other forms of word wizardry is, in the mouth of a master rapper, astounding. 

 

 

But Rap is more than just technique. Rap has also reintroduced the relevance of "saying something", i.e. political or social commentary. This is especially important during a period when Black pop had become little more than hip elevator music and commercials for consumerism run amok.

 

In terms of using computer aided technology to create pop music, rappers are pioneers and originators. Just as today, few people think of the fact that African Americans created the trap drum set, many, many people are unaware of the technological innovations created by Rap artists. Sampling--using selected passages of existing music mixed with other elements to form a new composition--is Rap's best known but, by no means only, innovation. The use of environmental sounds and noise elements as part of the music bed is another example. But perhaps the major achievement is the turning of computer and electronic instruments into drums. It is an incredible development, the used of computerized electronic instruments to create polyrhythms--and not just simple backbeats, but complex cross rhythms of "found" (sampled) and "created" (programmed) sounds, creatively patched together like an aural quilt of musical scraps turned into a magic carpet of head bopping motion. While Charles Murray et al argue about the ability of inner city Blacks to intelligently compete in the information age, Rap DJs and producers have taken the computers and created the first truly postmodern music of the 20th century. As an aesthetic Rap is both a throwback to basic voice and body percussion ("beat box" i.e. the use of the mouth and body to make percussion) and a look into the future when music becomes simultaneously more natural (in that it draws on every available sound in the environment) and completely synthetic (in that it can be created without using "musicians" per se). Rap is both the creation of music without traditional musicians and is simultaneously a major redefining and expanding of our perception of what a musician is and does.

 

 

Although the technical achievements are awesome, perhaps the most significant effect of Rap has been to create more space for musical artists in every genre to overtly make political statements and social commentary in their music. The political immaturity of "gangsta" rap notwithstanding, Rap has reintroduced the concept of the artist as social critic at a time when popular entertainment threatened to inundate us with romantics, clowns and minstrels.

 

 

Philosophically, the major deficiency of Rap artists is buying into the mainstream assertion that "racism" is the only problem stopping African Americans from enjoying the good life, and to the degree that racism is overcome, then to that same degree we are all alike. Unless and until rappers confront the need to oppose commercialism and other divisive "isms" such as patriarchal sexism, the music will never achieve its full potential and will always end up debasing itself for the dollar.

 

 

The current status quo decries "raw racism" yet is unapologetic in its sustained economic exploitation in the name of "free enterprise". The economic underpinning of our bondage remains in place, except that today our labor is expendable to a heretofore unmatched degree. In short the system no longer needs us. To the status quo, our only value is our contribution to maintaining the status quo--this is no where more true than in the music industry. 

 

 

Within this context, the socalled "controversy" about Too Live Crew's alleged obscene lyrics is more accurately understood as a major assault on independent Black controlled business with the music industry. Following the age old Black aesthetic principle of adapting existing reality, Luther Campbell had formed a company called Luke Skywalker, an obvious play on the Star Wars theme. Eventually, this company was making mega-bucks by creating, manufacturing and retailing recordings completely outside of the existing major industry network. Then the firestorm of controversy hit, with court cases, suits, arrests and an attendant media circus. What was lost in the shuffle is that once the Two Live Crew inked a deal with Atlantic Records, the controversy all but disappeared. Today, controversy about socalled obscene lyrics would rarely surface based on sexual content. Two Live Crew has been brought in from their maroon outpost in the hills and are safely ensconced on the Atlantic plantation. Another challenge to the system has been successfully co-opted.

 

 

From the very beginning the controversy at rock bottom was structural in nature. The music industry was not going to tolerate real alternatives to its dominance. The klan kills, capitalists co-opt (and then pat themselves on the back for not being racists)!

 

 

If You Had A Choice Of Colors, Which One Would You Choose? Whites now seriously compete with African Americans both as producers and as artists in all genres of GBM (Great Black Music). This was not always the reality, except in Jazz. Although White domination of the genre has not yet happened in Gospel or Rap, they've got our Blues,  have placed a firm down payment on Jazz, and are making significant inroads into R&B.

 

Some critics argue that White artistic domination will never happen with Gospel and Rap because both forms are "too Black". But for a long time that was the same argument about both Blues and Jazz. In fact, not long ago there were serious statements that one could tell if a Jazz musician was White or Black simply by listening to them. Obviously, that is no longer the case. Not only do some Whites sound Black, but a number of Blacks sound White--assuming that one even entertains a discussion of sound being synonymous with biology.

 

On the other hand from a cultural and conscious perspective, sounding White is simply accepting the status quo and attempting to technically conform to a standard that has been established as the paragon of sound. Sounding Black is making an individual statement within the broad social context, utilizing the basic principles and traditions of GBM. Thus, any person, be they White or Black, can sound White or Black depending on their culture and consciousness.

 

We need warriors who understand that, in the American context, "sounding", i.e. making music, can not uphold the status quo and at the same time free (i.e. liberate from oppression and exploitation) African Americans. You can't sound Black and act White. Any and all music worthy of the designation GBM must oppose the status quo both in how it sounds and how it is produced, distributed and consumed by its audience. 

 

Throughout the history of GBM artists have struggled to create their own record companies, to secure their publishing rights, to control venues and how the music is presented, and to form collectives and associations to effect these objectives. To the degree that young musicians ignore issues such as these, to that same degree their music will be, or will quickly become, largely irrelevant to the lives of the majority of African Americans regardless of the music's explicit message. The challenge facing GBM, and facing both Rap and Jazz in particular, is how to regain the independence they had when the artists and the music existed either on the periphery of or totally outside of the music industry mainstream.

 

There are many other challenges, e.g. no major African American owned publications which seriously focus on and critique GBM; the declining significance and existence of Black-owned radio stations; the almost total lack of community-based, Black-owned music venues; the lack of GBM festivals, conferences and special events which are controlled, organized and curated by African Americans. 

 

Today we have more African American musicians who are millionaires than ever before. At the same time we have less control, less ownership, and less independence than at any time in the history of GBM. What we face is the neocolonialism of individual musicians who, in exchange for big salaries, do nothing to confront some of the very real problems and deficiencies GBM faces. What we face is the near total control not only of the production and distribution, but also of the discourse about and documentation of GBM by forces who are de facto siding with the status quo in the continued exploitation of GBM.

 

A truly sober look at our current condition will show that ain't nothing shaking but the leaves on the tree / and they wouldn't be shaking if it wasn't for the breeze. 

 

In the final analysis it's all about context and control--what we do in and with our own space and time. Everything is informed by it's time of creation, existence and demise; what was happening when it was going on.

 

The music is not a "Topsy" like creation that just grew. Our music is our mother tongue. Our music is a language used not only to express ourselves, but also to assert ourselves in world affairs. Additionally our music serves as a unifying force in our external conflict with our colonizers and as a unifying force in encouraging us to struggle against the internalization of oppressive concepts as well as struggle against our own weaknesses. 

 

As our present state of "emancipation without liberation" makes clear, the ultimate struggle is the struggle around internal conflicts. Internalized oppression and our own human weaknesses must be fought against and rooted out or else they will lead us to colonize, oppress and exploit each other as well as other human beings. Unless we fight the principled fight, politically and economically we will become just like the racists we claim we hate.

 

The social and aesthetic significance of African American music is neither abstract nor biological. The social and aesthetic significance of GBM is very precisely its warrior stance in the face of the status quo and its healing force for the victims of colonialization. Ultimately, the best of our music helps us resist colonization and reconstruct ourselves whole and healthy. 

 

That is why Great Black Music is such a joyful noise.

 

 

POSTSCRIPT

 

I wrote this analysis back in the nineties. Since then we have seen a major change in the production and distribution of music. Through the use of digital technology, artists can now produce, distribute and market their music without the intervention of capitalist companies. Rap is a legal way for black youth to make money, youth who are otherwise incapable of making money within the mainstream. Although people talk about being artists, the major pursuit is commercial. The money to be made in the rap game is both a blessing and a curse.

 

Digital production and internet distribution notwithstanding, the core issue of our relationship to the status quo remains a major factor in any attempt to understand the impact and importance of our music. Our communities are fractured, broken into pieces that are often not only mutually exclusive (for example, the strong conflict of street culture with two feet into drugs contesting with church culture that is anti-drugs) but the diverse social segments of our communities are ineffective in providing the medical, educational, and social organizational services any people require in order to be whole and healthy. With violence at unprecedented levels in impoverished neighborhoods and incarceration of poor people of color at an all time high, there are many, many questions that need to be answered, questions that are far beyond the scope and reach of musical production but which are necessary to consider if we are making a serious analysis of our music.

 

To be continued…

 

—kalamu ya salaam

September 2012