So it made me sad to read that Sterling Clover has chosen to write himself into the History of Pop Music. It reminded of Hart Crane jumping into the ocean, but he was immortalized by the act. Sterling will drown.
Also, finding a hook on which to hang my nascent personality is fantastic. It made me think of a shoot from a plant, strong but supple, trained to grow on a trellis, or something like that. Some kind of sacrifice.
Sorry, this is a stupid post, but I can't stop thinking of this thread. Yesterday, I listened to Rattlesnakes, and it seemed flat.
― youn, Friday, 14 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
anyway, the strategy was hardly beyond criticism, but what i found evelatory (sorta depressing, but actually also sorta not) was that letters from jazzfans in their 60s differed hardly at all in expression and argt from letters from jazzfans in their 20s, or (aside from fan-worship specifix) from the attitudes expressed by angry letter-writers to eg MM when they put Bobby Brown on the cover, during the Arsequake Era (1988?).
Passion = passion = passion. I guess my revelation wuz that as a writer, there was NO POINT taing a position firming up such attitudes: they looked after themselves, for good or ill. Bettah was always to find a way to get a Gerry Mulligan fan to flash on why s/he might get a better grip on what GM was about thru reading abt, I dunno, Esquivel, Nurse wiv Wound, A Guy Called Gerald.
Being radical and irruptive, urgent and passionate, true and truthful, can v.quickly become a kind of blinkered self-regarding cosiness. But so can being all objectively distanced from fan-passion itself.
― mark s, Saturday, 29 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
>>> Sterling will drown.
So - did he?
― the pinefox, Saturday, 29 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"This change in the value of what we possess, like those old bundles which turn out to be priceless treasures, is one of the things that introduce most wonder, animation, variety and consequently poetry into one's adolescence (that adolescence which, while gradually dwindling until it becomes no more than a thin trickle that often runs dry, is sometimes prolonged throughout the whole course of one's life). That rise or depreciation of one's wealth, the weirdly unexpected reassessments of one's possessions, the misrepresentations of people we know, which make one's youth as fabulous as the metamorphoses of Ovid or even the metempsychoses of the Hindus, derive in part from ignorance [...]" -Marcel
The 'mistakes' of one's youth are possibly no worse than the 'mistakes' of history. (Except for the Holocaust. There's a new kid and he listens to Blink and the Get Up Kids and Dave Matthews Band. Really, that's slight. Now I understand.)
If we abandon the notion of progress in history, should we not also abandon it with respect to our own histories?
"Many have just admitted this about Belle and Sebastian, as Tom mentions: no, they weren't objectively all that special, they just happened to be doing the right thing at the right time for people who had heard certain things and hadn't heard others." -Nitsuh
Who has admitted this?
"The History question is quite possibly just a struggle over how much we want to impose Where We Were and What We Were Doing on what we'd like to be a semi-objective history." -Nitsuh
Would a history like this have to be from the outside? If not, if the writer were a part of the movement, then wouldn't the interest derive from the insider's perspective? Isn't every nation's history the most important to itself, no matter how remote its location, how impoverished its economy, how unconsidered by the rest of the world?
Ah, history is written by the winners. No wonder I didn't get it. (I don't accept that their histories are a priori the most important.)
― youn, Saturday, 29 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
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