telly and books

I thought I’d been on this researching kick for longer than I have. But it’s only been about a month and a half. I’ve read quite a bit, written quite a bit, but I have a pile of books I’ve had out for at least one renewal and won’t get through before they’re due. There are five I need to read. Thing is, I’m reading very, very slowly because I’m stopping to take notes all the time. And make blog posts. At some point I need to stop and take stock, write up some sort of conclusions or overall ideas from what I’ve read. Synthesise my reading and thinking so far. But it’s all a bit of a jumble right now – a big mash of ideas. Which is really where I’d expect to be at this point. But I like order. And the girl who pulled her phd out in three years didn’t get to that point with a disorganised research process. I call on: POWERS OF OB-CON TIDINESS!
Having spent the last couple of weeks wading through a massive pile of paperwork for a job application (don’t ask), I’m feeling a bit behind. Or, rather, as though I’ve dropped a few stitches and need to go back and check. Which brings me to my first segue.
I’ve been crocheting like a crazed fool. The weather is cool enough to bear a lapful of yarn, and I’ve made one afghan and one oversized afghan in the past few months. The oversized afghan isn’t all that pleasing, but the afghan is wonderful. I’m very happy with the tension, with the combination of stitches, and almost with the colours. I’m working on one right now that’s just perfect – a development of the pattern and colours of the afghan. It’s going to be bed-sized, though, as while afghans are nice, they’re not all that useful, size-wise. I have also done a few little ‘sampler’ type crocheting projects using nicely textured yarn to get my hand back in with the fancier stitches. I do like crocheting. It’s perfect for ob-conners like myself, and also practical. Plus, it gives me something to do while I watch TV.
And watch TV I do:
Veronica Mars, season 1 (season 2 begun)
Primeval (British dinosaur adventure show) – abandoned
Crambridge (or something – a BBC bonnets drama) – mid-process
Roswell – teen alien kissing fest. YES!
Moonlight – terrible vampire detective rubbish. Yet, also, wonderful.
Blood Price- adaptation of Tanya Huff novels. Terrible and C-grade, but also an accurate adaptation of the books. Finally, a decent female protagonist!
True Blood – rewatched in preparation for season 2!
Sanctuary – Bgrade again, but at least a decent female protagonist and gender politics. Also, good for watching before bed, as lots of long, slow shots with swirly dark backgrounds and very few short sharp cuts.
Dollhouse – infuriating, maddening, horrible. Not sure I can cope with season 2. Whedon – you suck arse, on all fronts.
BSG- returned to it, trying to get past the end of season 1. Not sure it’ll happen, as it makes me angry.
Dark Angel – surprisingly good gender/race politics. Not sure there’s a second season, but haven’t rushed to get it from the video shop.
Rescue Me. Has Denis Leary in it. I’m not interested in it, much, but The Squeeze likes it. I get a bit tired of all that blokes-in-groups ’emoting’ with bum humour stuff. Same old, same old. Bit too much gratuitous sex and fails gender/race/sexuality. As you’d expect. This is kind of the point with this show, but I really can’t be arsed.
Homicide, Life on the Streets. Years after Galaxy told me to watch it (literally years – as in more than ten), I finally watch it. It’s so great. If you like The Wire, you’ll like this earlier work by the same dood(s).
Lost In Austen. Fully freakin’ sick.
Party Animals – BBC drama about young people in political parties. Like ‘This Life’ (by same doods), but ultimately dull. But has new Dr Who guy in it.
Dr Who rebooted – yeah!
Farscape – lost me midway through season 2. Will get back to it. I guess.
There’s more, but I can’t remember it.
Why so much television? Well, we don’t have a telly aerial, so this is _all_ the television I watch. On DVD. Our local video shop is really quite good.
I also go through quite a bit of music, when I can fit it in. I can’t listen to music when I’m working, so I don’t listen to as much music as I’d like. My DJing is suffering.

ok ok

So I watched the end of the first season of Veronica Mars. Now I know. Not entirely happy.
Here’s my problem with it, and with Dollhouse:
Just tell me a freakin’ story where the sisters win. No one gets murdered or raped or enslaved. I just want the basic premise of the story to be ‘badass sister smites the patriarchy’ and then she just does it. With or without her team of trusty right-on male/female/trans buddies.
I just want a story where I can come out of each episode going YEAH! FREAKIN’ YEAH!!!
Also, HBO, I want to have a little talk to you about your ‘quality’ programs, each of which features an male ensemble cast and the odd chick who’s a sex worker/wife/slave. Sure, you gave us Sex and the City, but that was YEARS AGO and, also WHAT WAS ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT THE SHOES? I loved Big Love, but it still failed gender.
So come on, I dare you, Television: give me the sweet and lowdown. Give me a decent show with an arsekicking sister who doesn’t get raped/assaulted/fired/whatever. I want her to be the boss, to do the smiting, and, most importantly
I
WANT
KISSING.

all the single ladies!

There’s been a bit of talk about gender and roles in swing on twitter today. As you might expect, there are some teachers who don’t approve of men following and women leading, and then there are some (fully sick) teachers who do approve.
I’m a bit iffy about some ‘girls routines’ and ‘boys routines’ getting about. But these have reminded me of their awesomeness.
Know Beyonce’s clip for ‘Single Ladies’?
Well, these lads really know it:

(They do it here too, bringing it a little more… bet it’s a queer crowd…)

domestic violence in Veronica Mars

I’m not sure about Veronica Mars. In the episode I’ve just watched, Logan’s movie star dad beats the shit out of his daughter’s boyfriend. The boyfriend had been beating up the daughter, quite badly. While the father beats up the boyfriend, the Dean Martin song ‘That’s Amore’ is playing and the father is telling the story of how his father beat his mother. Veronica and Logan arrive as the father beats the boyfriend with a belt. Veronica is shocked. The daughter/sister is crying, distraught, begging her father to stop.
The most disturbing part? In an earlier episode we see Logan’s father beating him with a belt.
And don’t forget – Veronica still isn’t sure who assaulted her at the party. It could have been Logan – who she’s beginning to have a bit of a thing for (I can see the appeal – he is a clever mouth; but he’s not the hawt deputy dawg boyfriend Veronica’s also been seeing).
It’s all a bit disturbing. And it’s kind of interesting to see how the program handles these issues – it’s not in your face, wrapped-up-in-an-episode melodrama. It’s sustained over the entire season (so far) and the morality isn’t cut and dried.

it’s not a dj!

Continuing with talk about jam sessions, magazines and jazz in the 40s… Dust4Eyes asked me if I’d seen the pic of the ‘DJ’ in the GJon Mili Life series. I hadn’t. I’ve just been looking at them again, and came across this one:

This isn’t actually a DJ, but someone recording the session. For a V-disc, I assume.
Neat, huh?
(NB Esquire also recorded their broadcast ‘all stars’ performances for V-discs)
More of my posts about this stuff:
pop culture, jazz and ethnicity.
jam session photography
magazines, jazz, masculinity, mess

happy birthday frankie!

As many of you know, Frankie Manning passed away a couple of weeks before the massive Frankiefest week of celebrations for his 95th birthday. The saddest of news, and yet, probably saddest because Frankie’d be crawling with jealousy that thousands of dancers are enjoying his party without him.
But even those of us who couldn’t get to New York are thinking of him. And watching clips that make us cry and cheer out loud:

carol ralph

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As soon as I posted that last post, I thought of Carol Ralph, an Australian singer (who totally PWNS – I thoroughly recommend her CD). I don’t know Carol’s background, and I feel uncomfortable writing about it. But she doesn’t read ‘black’ or ‘white’. I think I need to read a whole lot more about issues of ethnicity in Australia. I know I need to read more about whiteness-as-ethnicity.
That’s a photo by my friend Scott, who’s photography has improved so dramatically since November I was just stunned as I flipped through his pics looking for this one just now. In fact, his photos are just gorgeous – I like the way his photos of friends and of people he knows reveal the way he feels about them. They’re very affectionate and often quite lovely photos.
Here’s another of two lovely Melbourne leads:
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It’s funny, but I feel very strange writing about ethnicity in relation to this photo. These are my friends, and people I do not want to reduce to example of multiculturalism in swing dance. I want to tell you what it’s like to dance with them, about how one of them makes films, and how the other is a lovey and one of my favourite stunt buddies. Ethnicity is important and part of who they and I are, but I don’t think I have the language tools to talk about it in a way that does what I want. This, of course, was the difficult part of my dissertation. How to write about my own community, my own friends, myself, in a way that’s respectful and yet also thoughtful and cognisant of these sorts of issues.
So I think I’ll just end this post with another huzzah for Scott’s photos (and the fact that he can make me feel all fuzzy inside looking at this lovely photo of my friends), and the recommendation that if you ever get the chance, you must dance with these boys. Or at least buy them a beer.

pop culture, jazz and ethnicity.

NB: I’ve done some edits on this post for the shocking grammar/mistypes. Apologies.
In the 1930s and 40s – most particularly the 40s – jazz was mainstream music. It was popular. Though it had been discussed in a range of specialist magazines and periodicals (including Down Beat and Metronome) for years, the mid-40s saw mainstream publications like Life, Look and the men’s magazine Esquire publishing stories and photos about jazz and hiring writers to produce jazz reviews. I think it’s worth noting the point that Esquire was a men’s magazine, that almost all the jazz promoters and managers were men, and that almost all jazz instrumentalists were male.
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(Norman Granz from the Verve site)
This mainstreaming of jazz is interesting. It was also a challenge for jazz afficianados who were committed to raising the profile and status of jazz musicians as artists. Reading about Norman Granz, I’ve come across this discussion:

Beginning with the first jam sessions he organized and extending through two decades of JATP concerts, tours, and records, Granz applied three rules. The musicians he hired would be paid well; there would be no dancing at his events; and there could be no segregation on either the bandstand or in the audiences. The first of these rules responded to exploitative club owners and promoters. The second institutionalized a trend that was already familiar from other attempts to establish jazz as an art, a concert music. The third rule was most important, because it recognized the limitations of previous efforts to mix the look of jazz- efforts that had relied on an optimistic trickle-down theory of cultural-social change. Granz’s third rule attempted to ensure consumption as an act of resistance to racist conventions; it tried to direct attention both to the relation of individual consumers to the producers of the music they consumed and to the relations between individual, and perhaps different consumers of the same musical product (26).

It’s interesting to see how Granz’s efforts to raise the status of jazz as art coincided with his anti-segregation and anti-racism efforts. The popular served as ‘low’ culture, and low culture is where black musicians were situated. It’s this equating of segregation with popular culture which I find really interesting. I’m also paying attention to the way jazz is ‘artified’ by various discourses.
Today jazz in Australia has been thoroughly canonised, stuffed into the ‘elite’ or ‘art’ category. It is not popular music. ‘Modern’ jazz is ‘difficult art’, ‘classic jazz’ is daggy and something for old white people. The issue of race works in a different way: there are no black artists in the jazz bands I see at Australian dances, besides the occasional female singer. This is in part because Australian multiculturalism works in a different way to American. But I also think that these efforts to ‘artify’ jazz has effectively distanced it from anyone other than white musicians and white jazznick fans.
This is just a first thought, so please don’t take it as any final argument or position. But it’s making me wonder about ethnicity and class in Australian jazz. We were, after all, segregated as well. And we did have a White Australia immigration policy. I haven’t begun any work on Australian jazz, but I’m wondering how the contemporary jazz landscape looks, in terms of race and gender?
It’s also important to note that there’s a general undercurrent in much of the critical work on jazz that I’m reading (critical in the ‘theorised’ sense rather than ‘reviewing records’ sense) that bebop was far more challenging and engaged with race politics in America than swing. There’s also some provocative stuff about masculinity and black masculinity in the literature on bebop).

(another Gjon Mili photo from his Life magazine series)
Additionally, I’m noticing that the ‘jam session’ is acquiring mythic status throughout all the jazz literature. This is where jazz musicians (regardless of colour or class) could come together and just play, for hours or days, in ‘safe’ clubs or back rooms. The implication is of course that in jam sessions musicians were ‘free’ and in staged performances they were ‘caged’ by social convention.
My spidey sense is tingling. If these jam sessions were so free and liberal, where are the sisters? Who’s home looking after the kids or grandmothers so these uncaged tigers can jam the blues all night? You know, of course, that this brings us back to the role of gender in jazz, and in jazz journalism. And to my central research interest: the relationship between different media within a community… or in constructing community.
Knight, Arthur, “Jammin’ the Blues: or the Sight of Jazz, 1944”. Representing Jazz, ed. Krin Gabbard. Duke U Press: Durham and London, 1995. 11-53.
An earlier post on magazines and jazz
An even earlier post on magazines, jazz and masculinity

last night

Last night I danced a few dances. About four in total, with a (poorly executed) big apple. I’m not sure today!
Noticed:
– dancing is freakin’ hardcore exercise.
– I have no dance fitness.
– my dance muscles (including all of the ones in my thighs) are not ready for hardcore dancing just yet.
– dancing is the best.
I also livetweeted my DJing. Meh.