Monday, December 26, 2022

synth porn in the stalker Zone


(via Scott Seward)

Supposedly these are abandoned Soviet-era synths rotting away in Siberia marshland

Too hauntological to be true, surely?

Indeed some have suggested that they are the creation of AI

(Which might make them even more hauntological I suppose)

Everybody sing along now:

You need ANS to hold a newborn baby

You need tender ANS to brush away the tears

But the ANS we love so dear

Are the ANS we love to hear

Are the ANS that you gi-ive to us!


Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Sideways Through Time: Steampunk, Hauntology, and Ghosts of Other Presents

[adapted from a talk delivered at the conference Aesthetics of Steampunk at the Universita di Bologna in June 2022]

My subject today is steampunk as a subgenre – or side-genre - of alternative history. Which is itself a subgenre – or side-genre – of science fiction. I'll be exploring how those three interconnected genres of speculative fiction might have a relationship with hauntology – understood here as both the philosophical idea originated by Derrida,  but also hauntology as a somewhat nebulous genre of music. That hauntology is a current of ideas about sound and memory that you can trace back to the end of the 20th Century with groups like Boards of Canada and Broadcast but that really took shapeless shape in the first decade of the 21st Century, when Mark Fisher and I together started using the term hauntology around 2005, to describe mostly British artists like Burial, The Caretaker, the Ghost Box label (The Focus Group, Belbury Poly, the Advisory Circle, et al), Mordant Music, Moon Wiring Club, along with a few Americans, such as William Basinski and Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti.

Alternative history has other names:  counterfactuals, uchronia (a term that merges utopia, which literally means no-place,  and time, via chronos), allohistory, alternate history. But whatever the term you prefer, this is a mode of science fiction that imagines the different route that History could have taken, resulting in radically different realities to the one we inhabit.

Right away, you can see there's an affinity here between alternative history and hauntology. Hauntology, in both the philosophical and musical senses, is concerned with the spectral traces of “lost futures” that persist and linger on the cultural landscape: dreams of tomorrows that never came but haunt and taunt us with their betrayed promise. Alternative history is about the ghosts –  the mirages – of other presents;  distorted reflections of our world. It uses the same  speculative fiction techniques as science fiction, but instead of projecting forwards, it projects sideways through time– to versions of the present where history took a different path, usually because of a specific turning point that in this fictional scenario turned the other way. 

Alternative history fetishizes the notion of the Event, the turning point; it revels in the look and feel of worlds based around differently evolved technology;  it takes delight in in ironies, reversals, and displacements. So often real life historical characters in our history reappear in incongruous places. In Ward Moore's Bring the Jubilee, a contender for Greatest Alternative History novel ever, Carl Jung is a Swiss police chief who specializes in the study of criminals by the shape of their heads. In Kingsley Amis's The Alteration, a world where the Reformation was defeated and Roman Catholicism rules almost supreme, Harold Wilson - in our reality the Labour prime minister - is a pipe-smoking Pope.  

But although there is humor, there is also estrangement, a making-strange, at work in alternative history. The effect on the reader of  alternative history and the best steampunk writing is similar to how listeners experience hauntological music. There are  other aesthetic traits in common: a love of clunky hardware, quaint and cumbersome technology that is heavy and takes up a lot of space, but is somehow still futuristic, just like analogue modular synths. There’s also similar blends of moods: whimsy,  horror, the macabre, the grotesque, the eerie, all jumbled up together.

The title for this talk - Sideways Through Time – comes from a lyric from Hawkwind’s “Silver Machine”, Hawkwind are the British Underground kings of space rock of the 1970s, and they're a rock band overtly influenced by science fiction. They collaborated in fact with the science fiction and fantasy writer Michael Moorcock, who will appear later as an ancestor of steampunk. The lyric mentions how the silver spacecraft “flies sideways through time”, but I have always heard it as “slides”  - sometimes “glides” - and I'm sticking with that  poetic-feeling mishearing. 

Here's a funny thing: when I picked that as my title I was completely  unaware that one of the foundations of the alternative history genre in s.f. is Murray Leinster’s short story “Sidewise In Time”, published in 1934. Sidewise is an alternative way of saying sideways – it’s slightly archaic. Leinster’s story belongs to a particular kind of alternative history involving the idea of parallel universes: the "sidewise" is when someone slips - or slides - across into a different universe, where causality went differently. 

Then, in another surprise,  I further learnt that the Sidewise Award is the name of a prize given to the best alternate history writing. The award started in 1995 – reflecting a boom in  alternative history, fueled in large part by steampunk and its propagation as an aesthetic into many different areas of popular culture and art.

Before I wanted to become a music critic, I wanted to be a science fiction writer. This is around the age of 14, 15. In particular I was very interested in alternate history. Among my boxes of childhood notebooks are detailed scenarios I wrote for worlds in which history had taken a different path. There’s one about a world where Germany won the First World War – not the far more common Second World War scenario, Hitler and the Axis Powers winning – but the Great War.  It was incredibly detailed and went right up to the present, which would been about 1978.  I went on to study History at university, and I suppose I have become – without really intending to – a historian of popular culture. So I have a feel for history as strong as any feeling I have for futurity or for future music. Through the genre of alternative history, readers like me  have access to the same sensations – disorientation, estrangement, sense of wonder and fear – that science fiction creates, as do certain kinds of avant-garde or extreme music. Alternative history remakes the present into something otherworldly – literally it’s an other world, a different version of this Earth.

Separate from science fiction, there is a form of alternative history that is a kind of parlour game for actual historians. They write historical essays on different scenarios – like, what if Napoleon had won at Waterloo, or escaped from Elba. Many historians look down on this as an unserious activity. But I do remember one of my tutors at university bringing up a counterfactual possibility – we were studying the Austro-Hungarian Empire and he said, what do you think of the idea that it would have better if the Empire had stayed together and gradually evolved into a confederation of Balkan states. A sort of Eastern European Community.

For the most part, though, alternative history is a field that has been largely left to fiction writers. The more interesting examples of the form are those that use the same methodology as the near-future science fiction story. Not science fiction of the sort that's set millions of years into the future, and that involves interstellar empires and alien races. Rather, this near-future science fiction involves using the historical method speculatively;  it projects forward into plausible scenarios based on current trends and chains of causality. 

Alternative history uses the same techniques but its start point is located further back in the past – it locates a turning point, a fork in the path of time where instead of going right (towards the historical reality we live in) it goes left. Bend sinister. The turning point is often a battle, a military victory that is reversed. Or an assassination or the unscheduled early death of a key figure, or the survival of a key figure who died early in our reality. It could be the premature invention of a technology, as with the definitive steampunk novel, William Gibson and Bruce Sterling’s The Difference Engine, where Babbage succeeds in making a functioning computer more than a century ahead of schedule.

Not long before starting collaborative work on The Difference Engine, Gibson explored ideas of a different kind of retrofuturism in his famous story “The Gernsback Continuum”. The title nods to Hugo Gernsback, who in 1926 founded the s.f. magazine Amazing Stories.  One character in Gibson’s story talks about 'semiotic ghosts' - culturally persistent after-images of yesterday's visions of tomorrow generated by the collective unconscious  - but to the central character this feels like a hallucinatory affliction, like bleed-throughs from a  parallel present, a world where the dreams of 1930s science fiction and the World Fairs of that time came true – as Gibson writes, a "kind of alternate America...A 1980 that never happened, an architecture of broken dreams”, 'American Streamlined Moderne'. For Gibson, his story was a critique of the cult of technology, the belief that progress is an inevitable byproduct of technological advances.

Bruce Sterling, the coauthor of The Difference Engine, around about this time started the Dead Media Project, for the cataloguing of examples of outmoded technology. This was the crystallization of a new sensibility of retrofuturism, and one that is very close to hauntology. There's an exquisitely heightened sensitivity to the pathos and weirdness of  machinery that was very recently cutting edge but is now antique. Although obsolete, these machines seem to contain a trapped promise of futurity, a foreclosed path into the future that could have been. Again, emotionally and aesthetically, this is close to hauntology and to related genres like vaporwave.

The Difference Engine codified steampunk as a distinct subgenre of alternate history, as well as a kind of sideways offshoot of cyberpunk. But intriguingly, steam power crops up in a number of alternative history novels that preexisted the notion of steampunk. Alongside the Victorian / Edwardian aesthetic, you also find such  staples of the genre as the airship, the lighter than air balloon that carries freight or passengers. The dirigible, to use an old fashioned word, which means a balloon that can be steered and propelled by a motor, rather than just carried by the wind.

Dirigible airships feature in Michael Moorcock's The Warlord of the Air – the first of his trilogy A Nomad of the Time Streams, alongside The Land Leviathan and The Steel Tsar. Where as an adolescent I planned to write about a world where Germany won the First World War, here the First World War never happened at all – Edwardian manners and style prevail and the European empires still rule the world.

Dirigibles also appear in Ward Moore’s Bring the Jubilee (1955), which involves a world where the Confederate South won the Civil War. Another technological side-effect in Moore's brilliant imagining is that the combustion engine is never invented. Instead there is a vehicle called a minibile – a small, trackless locomotive powered by steam, similar to what in our world was called the traction engine. In Bring the Jubilee, the minibile is something only the wealthy can afford, partly because of its size and also because it requires a trained driver to operate.

Pavane by Keith Roberts, written as separate short stories and then combined as a novel in 1966,  describes a world where Elizabeth the First was assassinated, the Spanish Armada successfully conquered England , and as a result the Reformation is crushed and Roman Catholicism is triumphant.  In the 20th Century of Pavane, science is tightly controlled by the Church, electricity forbidden, so there's no internal combustion engine  here either. Instead, personal cars are powered by wind sails and for heavier transportation there is steam power: heavy goods are carried by ‘road trains,’ steam locomotives that don’t run on tracks but pull behind them wagons loaded with goods. The first story in the book involves a haulier making the dangerous journey through the wilderness of  the Southern England province of Dorset. He's in danger of attack from routiers, gangs of bandits on horses. So it's a bit like the Wild West in America around 1890, but transposed into a late 20th Century largely rural England that is still Medieval, in which barons live in castles (Corfe Castle is still inhabited) and the Inquisition is busily torturing witches and the possessed.

A similar scenario – a Catholic England where science is suppressed – is the backdrop to Kingsley Amis’s The Alteration (1976). William Gibson wrote the introduction to a new edition of the book published in the early 21st Century, and offered this high praise:

I must recommend it as containing the single finest steampunk set piece I know of: a seven-hour luxury train journey between London and Rome, via Sopwith’s magnificent Channel Bridge.”

Steam – and alternative technology – don’t play a large role in Amis book. But one thing he does do, in a homage to Philip K. Dick’s classic counterfactual The Man In the High Castle, is to feature a book within the book. Teenage boys in this altered world surreptitiously read a scandalous fiction in clandestine circulation because it imagines something equivalent to our world – where the Reformation happened and science flourished.

Amis goes one better than Dick, though – he imagines a completely different genre. Because ‘science’ is a bad word in this world, the genre is called Time Romance. Romance, here meaning ‘novel’ as in the Italian romanzo or the French roman. And there is also a subgenre of Time Romance that is equivalent to alternative history – it’s called  Counterfeit World. So in other words, a fake reality, a false history. 

The closest to the steampunk aesthetic that I’ve found in an alternate history novel that predates The Difference Engine is Harry Harrison’s A Transatlantic Tunnel, Hooray!, which was published in 1972. Here the scenario is a world where the British Empire still rules all of North America. The technology is not exactly steampunk: there are no airships, but instead heavier than air airplanes are fueled by the burning of pulverized coal - by coal dust.  And although we see a formidable steam train that can travel at 200 miles per hour it turns out that the steam is heated by a small nuclear reactor in the locomotive engine! What really makes the novel steampunk is the overall aesthetic of the world – the look, the manners, the social structure. Harrison wrote that when conceiving it, he realized his “parallel world... would be very much like a Victorian society with certain material changes. This would have to be, in some ways, a Victorian novel. [But] since, I had decided it would be a light book, I did not dare even touch on the real condition of the Victorian working class, child prostitution and all the various ills of society at that period. I had to ignore them. So, true to the nature of the book but not true to my own beliefs, it did turn into a Tory vision of glory for which I do apologise to my socialist friends.

Harrison's remark captures—and prophesies - a large element of the appeal of steampunk as a genre: the old fashioned atmosphere and décor and trappings, but also the old fashioned  formal properties (characterization, dialogue, plots, etc that all follow the adventure-hero model of pulp fiction genres or 19th Century popular story-telling – Rudyard Kipling, R. Rider Haggard). That kind of nostalgia or hankering for a supposedly more romantic and dashing time is fused with  the thrills and wonder of science fiction, particularly the kind of hard science fiction that fixates on technology.  Instead of a straightforward linear advance in technology, it’s a step sideways and then step forwards again, down a different branch of development.

Fans and critics talk of a division between historical steampunk versus fantasy-world steampunk. In the latter, there is less emphasis on the historical method and the kind of ironies and reversals that the altered world generates, and more on the décor of this transformed world and the kind of adventures it allows for. This division between historical and fantasy is  similar to the difference between science fiction and science fantasy. In science fantasy - or as it sometimes called,  space opera -  it’s essentially a magical world: there are monsters and dragons, supernatural powers, divination and prophesy, often a priestly caste of wizards or magi.  Think Dune. And usually there is some kind of quasi-Medieval symbolics to do with blood, honor, destiny, dynasties, clans, oaths and pledging of fealty. All the Lord of Rings, Game of Thrones type stuff. This kind of fantasy tends to run on emotional energies uncomfortably close to authoritarianism. It is fueled by royalist or outright fascist energies – the desire for a hero strongman, or the desire to be a hero yourself. Often there is a barely disguised nostalgia for a caste society, where everybody knows their place in a  stratified and hierarchical society. There is steampunk that is based on similar sorts of desires and fantasies, and rather than involving historical thinking and feeling, it’s more about an escape from History, or at least an escape from our current historical moment.  The result is Jules Verne but without the timeliness and relevance that Verne had in his own time.

Nicholas Lezard, the British critic, noted that many of the historians who are interested in alternative history -  Niall Ferguson, Norman Stone, Winston Churchill - are right wing. There are a lot of counterfactual histories about a world in which the British Empire never waned. And there are an uncomfortably large number where Hitler won World War 2, or the South prevailed in what is in this altered reality now officially known as the War of Northern Aggression.  (A delicious spoof on this appetite for Confederate counterfactualism is Sword of Trust, the recent movie, which involves a conspiracy theory underworld of Civil War truthers, who believe that the Northern aggressors really were defeated and there's been a massive cover-up). 

Generally, there tends to be a fixation on Great Men – the idea that a single act by a figure such as Napoleon or Robert E. Lee can change the course of history.

A particularly vivid example of a nostalgic alternative history is the novel Ada, by Vladimir Nabokov, which is set in a world in which the Mongol and Tartars conquered the territory that Russia comprise. As a result the Russian people ultimately settled in North America. So the Tsarist world of country homes and servants in which Nabokov grew up is magically relocated to where he ended up living in exile. In this world, electricity is banned but things are powered mysteriously using a water-based technology.

"Steampunk Manifesto" by Professor Calamity accused most steampunk of being at best nostalgic escapism, at worst outright reactionary:

Unfortunately most so-called “steampunk” is simply dressed up reactionary nostalgia. The stifling tea-rooms of Victorian imperialists and faded maps of colonial hubris. It is a sepia-toned yesteryear more appropriate for Disney and Grandparents than a vibrant and viable philosophy or culture

The anonymous author of this tirade calls for a more politically acute version of steampunk alert to conflict and class struggle – “We stand with the traitors of the past as we hatch impossible treasons against our present.

Professor Calamity says that the ‘punk’ element is missing – steampunk in truth is far more often steamprog.

Which brings to me to the subject of counterfactuals in music.

There are numerous bands who identify as ‘steampunk’, dress the part, and do fairly conventional rock music that carries steampunk themes or storylines – like Abney Park, an American group steeped in English imagery. This is is an extension of the fantasy and cos-play aspects of Goth or metal (Abney Park used to be a Goth band, in fact).

Far more interesting are groups trying to imagine sonic forms that could have existed in alternate musical histories.

Add N To (X) were a band of the ‘90s and early 2000S who used analogue hardware synths at a time when digital technology was dominant. Their music could be seen as imagining an alternate rock world where the synth displaced the guitar as the primary instrument and so the future direction of electronic pop is not hypnotic and trance-like (the Moroder path) but rocking and bombastic (ELP, Magma etc). 

Broadcast imagined a world where all pop descends from a few 1960 psychedelic groups that used synthesisers and had ethereal pure-toned female singers:  White Noise and United States of America in particular. A genre I call "synthedelia" - indeed in the piece linked I even do a bit of counterfactual speculation about whether this lost moment of Moog-love in American rock music could have blossomed rather than withering.


With Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti, it’s more the case that individual songs involve strange combinations of the pop past:  he described “The People I’m Not” as  a demo from Rocket From the Tombs, but playing a Fleetwood Mac song – there’s some Tango In the Night, ‘tell me sweet little lies’ vibe in there” – in other words, a song and a style that is from a decade-or-more after the Cleveland proto-punk group Rocket from the Tombs ceased to exist. (Pink more recently, and regrettably, has opted for a kind of political counterfactualism, seemingly believing that the 2020 Election was stolen and Trump is the rightful President). 

The leading hauntology label in the UK is Ghostbox and its artists often resemble renegade archivists looking to uncover alternate pasts secreted inside the official narrative. Take The Focus Group’s album  We Are Pan’s People –here Julian House conducts a kind of  alternate-historical research, looking for hidden possibilities in glam rock, light entertainment and British movie-score jazz. “Albion Festival Report” is an attempt, said House, to imagine “what if  rock and roll didn't happen, jazz continued on a strange trajectory.

Going further back we have John Foxx of Ultravox  - originally a glam band who then became postpunk and synthpop pioneers, but nowadays Foxx is considered an ally of hauntology and has recorded for Ghost Box. He told me about the formulation and conceptualization of Ultravox in the early ‘70s. “I tried to re-imagine what British/European popular music might have sounded like if America had never happened –If we hadn’t been overcome by a tidal wave from such a powerful and energetic culture. We’d decided that we weren’t going down Route 66. It was to be Route Nationale 1 and the M6.” So it’s a vision of pop without rock’n’roll.  A similar vision of a pop that formed in Europe in a direct line from Dadaism and Futurism is what led to the Art of Noise, the 1980s sampling pioneers.

Fans for years have been creating unfinished or unreleased albums like Beach Boys's  Smile, Hendrix’s First Rays of the New Rising Sun, The Beatles's  Get Back, the Who’s Lifehouse – using bootlegs, demos, out-takes, and so forth.  Today there is a whole realm of blogs dedicated to this practice – Albums That Never Were, A Crazy Gift of Time, Albums That Should Exist, Albums I Wish Existed… Usually they create fake artwork for the counterfactual albums. 

Some of these blogs, such as Strawberry Peppers, don’t stop at creating imaginary albums and record covers – they write incredibly detailed and extensive histories of worlds where the Beatles didn’t split up, or where David Bowie joined the Rolling Stones, or where the Soft Machine’s Kevin Ayers, Robert Wyatt and Daevid Allen don’t leave the band, or alternate timelines where Syd Barrett stayed in Pink Floyd.  A kind of counter-discographical mania erupts. 

But here I don’t see anything utopian or subversive in the practice, or even hauntological. Actually it’s more like an extension of fan obsessiveness and almost a kind of greed – the desire to reconsume the band, find endless new ways of enjoying them,  through reconfiguring the existing catalogue, or  imaginatively extending their careers. So in that sense it’s a pure, slightly insane form of retromania! It's also related to the insanity potential within fandom - a revolt against the finitude of a band's lifetime, the limits of what-is-and-was. In some parallel universe, the band flourishes, is copiously productive, never broke up or ran out of creative juice. 

So now, winding up, let me return to where I started, this connection between steampunk along with its host genres alternative history and science fiction, and hauntology.

With alternative history, there’s still that sense of world-turned-upside-down disorientation that science fiction supplies, but it’s not set in the future or on some distant alien planet: it’s our world seen in a distorting mirror, made unrecognizable and even grotesque.

Fredric Jameson is renowned as a great theorist of postmodernism. But he has also written extensively about science fiction in his book Archaeologies of the Future: the Desire Called Utopia and Other Science Fictions. He is a real sci-fi nerd in fact, with deep knowledge of even its pulpiest thoroughfares. But in that book, Jameson doesn’t discuss alternative history much, even though in his Marxist writing he’s constantly going on about dialectical materialism and historical thinking. In another book, though, when talking about Derrida and the concept of hauntology, Fredric Jameson defines “spectrality” as that which “makes the present waver: like the vibrations of a heat wave through which the massiveness of the object world--indeed of matter itself--now shimmers like a mirage.

I think that effect is what the best alternative history does: it makes our world seem ghostly, makes the present waver and reality seem unreal, insubstantial. 

Another thing it does is activate a sense of history as changeable - in both the sense of being volatile, but also subject to human agency and will.  Alternative history, including steampunk, can at its best counteract that waning of historicity that Jameson identifies as a symptomatic hallmark of postmodernity, that fatalistic feeling that the world is as it only can be ; the era of revolutions or even progress is over.  It subtly resists the “The End of History” argument of Francis Fukuyama: no more ideologies, liberal democracy and globalized capitalism triumphant for ever more. 

You come away from reading a book like The Difference Engine or Pavane with a sense that things could have gone differently, and that therefore things could go differently in the future.  Nothing is ordained, nothing is predestined.

Alternative History tends to fixate on turning points – in Moore's marvelous Bring the Jubilee  it's one decision by a soldier in a field during the Battle of Gettysburg that then determines the course of the battle, and thus the outcome of the American Civil War.

In that sense, Alternative History is anti-deterministic – it believes in the Event. In human free will – in human agency but also human error -  in the role of accident and contingency.

The word ‘alternative’ makes me think of Mark Fisher’s book Capitalist Realism: Is There No Alternative?

Alternative History, at its most provocative and unsettling, is saying "yes, there is an alternative, because in the past, there could have been alternatives – things could have gone better, or worse, or just radically different".



One recent addition to that category of politically provocative  alternative history was published by Repeater Books, the radical publisher Mark Fisher co-founded – Eminent Domain, by Carl Neville . This novel imagines a world where Soviet Communism triumphed but also managed to reform itself and liberalize itself. In this world The People’s Republic of Britain is a particularly free and experimental nation on the fringe of the Soviet sphere. * 

Eminent Domain  is that rare thing – an alternative history that is utopian or near-utopian.

Usually, the turning point has turned to the worst – Nazis rule the world, or there’s a Confederate States of America.

But in Eminent Domain, things have come out better – the novel imagines all kind of liberating and innovative developments in the organization of work and leisure, human potential optimization through the use of drugs and new kinds of technology.

Reading Neville’s book makes you conscious of the radical potentials dormant in our present, the different way things could be.

After finishing the book, there is a curious unsettling sensation that this present in which we currently languish is the imposter reality – that this world is the Counterfeit World.


 (Eminent Domain is loosely related to Neville's very-near-future s.f. Resolution Way, in which one thread involves a hauntology-flavored subplot about a mythological lost recording by a mystery-shrouded musician. So these two related modes of historical thinking in speculative fiction are here entangled with ghost story aspects). 

Thursday, November 17, 2022

Jagger versus Morley, or, The Life and Death and Living Death of Rock and Roll Music

While working on Retromania, I read a very interesting book, Is Rock Dead?,  by Kevin J.H. Dettmar. It's a scholarly but entertaining work that is not an attempt to take rock's vital signs, not at all,  Rather it's an examination of the decades-long discourse of rock vitality versus rock necrosis : the way that, almost from the very start of this music, fans, critics, and artists have fretted and fought over questions such as: "is rock dying?", "is rock already dead?", "it is about to be reborn?", "can we bring it back to life?", and sometimes even whether rock and its culture had degenerated to the point where it is something that needs to be killed off quickly and completely. Dettmar is fairly caustic about the impulse to proclaim rock to be ready for the knacker's yard, on its last legs, in terminal decline and decay. He characterizes that as a form of projection by the no-longer-young, with the babyboomers being particularly prone to this kind of "generational ethnocentrism". He diagnoses a syndrome in which the state of the critic's flabby, middle-aged body and depleting libidinal reserves gets fatally confused with the vigour of the music. In a Blissblog post spurred by Is Rock Dead?, I argued that the insistence on the possibility that a given music form could die (usually referring not to the exhaustion of musical resources so much as the genre's relapse into the blandness and respectability it once opposed) was actually a form of fidelity to the sheer force of its life in its emergence. Dettmar himself makes the  similar point that "the birth and death of rock aren't just coincident… they are, in fact, two different ways to talk about the very same thing."

Now just the other week I came across a beautiful chunk of rock discourse that totally fits Dettmar's subject. It's one of those confrontational interviews that ye olde music papers once routinely did with  even the biggest stars, simply because the weekly press still commanded the centre space of the  Rock Discourse and accordingly the stars craved the attention and - to an extent - even the adjudication that the critics bestowed upon them, hostile though it might be. Here, in the New Musical Express, June of 1980, it is Mick Jagger -  who could quite easily have not bothered with being bothered by some spotty young upstart oh-so-eager to shove him into a grave and shovel dirt on top -  who submits, warily, to a dialogue with Paul Morley. The dynamic between the two - the middle-aged myth gamely parrying the insinuations of irrelevance lobbed by the youth - is fun to watch. But the most relevant bit for this discussion is Morley's framing of the encounter - his intro and outro pivot precisely round the metaphorics of life and death.

Throughout the interview, Jagger shrugs off the burden of all that the Stones - and rock, since the Stones are the quintessence of rock - have come to represent: the excessive expectations placed upon the music to its detriment, in his view.  Jagger insists that it's all been a drastic over-estimation; rock may not be just another form of Entertainment, but it's closer to showbiz than to being a vehicle for, or harbinger, of Revolution. Jagger says that Rolling Stones music is just the blues really, when you get right down to it. It's the band's favorite form of black music, which they've applied themselves to playing at once faithfully and yet authentically (not merely imitatively). Jagger discounts and downplays all the extra things that groups like the Stones brought to the blues - musical  things as well ideological and attitudinal baggage. Mick's a slippery fellow, cunningly yet casually evading Morley's angle of attack. So he'll acknowledge in one breath, the energy surge of punk, but then in the next he'll put it in its place, saying that just like the Sixties explosion the expectations around the New Wave got overblown, the movement was naive in its idealism, and none of the new groups really had the musical strength to sustain. 

Morley meanwhile is arguing that the Stones and the other key Sixties groups once manifested a vitality so excessive it was subversive. For them to simply carry on, professionally providing a milder version of their once electrifying energy, is to contradict everything they once embodied. Once they were living; now they are merely surviving ("survival" being a buzzword of the '70s). Indeed, they have survived, in the literal sense of living longer than their own peak of dynamism and relevance.  This  shameful continuance, the mere adequacy of their records (piss-took by the Stones themselves later with the compilation Sucking in the '70s) makes the Stones  - and people who still buy their records and turn up to their shows - into participants in a form of living death. The sparks of real life in 1980 are, Morley admits, small and marginalized in the scheme of things: almost unknown  (outside NME and Sounds) groups who make a raw racket in poky clubs in Glasgow, Edinburgh,  Manchester, Liverpool... 

Some nine months later, Morley will have a similar encounter with a living (just barely) legend of the Sixties -   Jerry Garcia - during the course of which he tells the bemused guitarist about a group from Edinburgh called The Fire Engines, who play 15-minute-sets, into which more zest and vim are crammed than in four hours of noodling slow-build intensity from The Grateful Dead (a name that rings out oddly in the context of this discussion). 


In 2013, reviewing the Stones as septuagenarians headlining Glastonbury, Morley slipped back into this register: contrasting the Viagra Swagger of Jagger's pantomime of his lusty younger self versus the anachro-necro "liveliness" of groups like Arctic Monkeys on the same stage: 

"For better or worse, [The Stones] are old men playing young music, not young people playing old music. The Monkeys and the Mumfords are the dutiful archivists; the Stones are the bloody archive.

Perhaps in this piece, Morley surprised himself by now feeling sympathetic to the Stones's persistence in the face of decrepitude.... After all, he too is an elder by this point: a legend still treading the boards of rockwrite, a couple of generations worth of whippersnappers sniping at his heels... 

Sunday, November 13, 2022

A Past Gone Mad(der)

One of the things that spurred me to start thinking about the book that became Retromania was coming across a bunch of ads for concerts and tours in the back of Uncut and being struck by the jumble they made of rock history -  each page a checkerboard of  adverts for reformed bands, legacy acts still staggering on, cults who wouldn't quit, tribute groups.... there were also strange line-ups that united unlikely bedfellows from across rock's history.  All this being a byproduct of rock's longevity, the fact that the culling isn't coming (at least not quick enough), the elderly seeing no reason (or simply can't afford) to shuffle off stage in to a life of dignified reclusion, but persist in treading the boards beyond retirement age. 

I blogged about it under the headline "A Past Gone Mad" (the first in a short series of 2006 posts)

Since then the past has only gotten madder

Here are some tour adverts I saw on a recent trip to the motherland, taken variously from Viz magazine (snapped in the WH Smith at the airport) and from the colour culture supplement to one of the Sunday papers (the Times I think).

Now is that some grotesque version of The Sweet that doesn't include any original members - like a man who's had so many organs transplanted there's barely anything left of him?

Battle of the Pink Floyds - the fake one versus the real remnant

All yesterday's party-hard rockers

I imagine a battle royale over who got top billing