recent movements in my academic ‘career’

I’ve just had an article published in a special journal issue on music. It’s not the greatest article I’ve ever written, and reading it is kind of cringe-worthy. But that’s not the interesting bit about this issue. The thing that caught my eye (once I stopped cringing) is the fact that I’m the only woman author in the issue.
This is probably just a coincidence, but I was suprised. I’d just assumed that music was one of those ‘everyone does it’ topics. I certainly didn’t think I’d see a reenactment of the whole garage band/music industry scene happening in this issue. I was sure I’d see at least one article on female DJs or something by a woman on something to do with music…
Nah. So I’m the sistah Representing there. Which really is surprising. I’m not actually doing anything terribly feministah – I make a few comments about gender, but not much more than some of the other articles. It made me think, though: surely this bit of cultural studies isn’t a boys-own? Surely?
This kind of ties into some thoughts I’ve had preparing for this course I’m teaching next semester. I’m the lecturer/tutor for a massive introductory media studies subject, on a team of 5 ladies teaching across three campuses and doing about 15 tutes between us (argh!). I don’t have to write the lectures – just present the ones that have already been written. But I’m finding it a bit difficult. I really only have the lecture notes to work from, and the first one in particular was really difficult to work with. It used a few concepts I’ve never come across in 15 years and three universities worth of tertiary education (I’m thinking they’re bullshit, but I could just be misinformed), and I’ve noticed a few assumptions about culture.
The first one is the emphasis on visual culture (well, of course), but this line really jumped out at me:

Images are the most powerful form of representation.

which followed on the heels of

All cultures produce images as forms of communication.

I guess I’m just sensitised to this stuff because I write about it, but I’ve recently spent a bit of time writing things like:

For a people denied the discursive power of mass media, particularly those dependent on the written word, dance became a valuable discursive space. I would argue that access the mainstream public sphere, to mainstream media discourse or the ‘official’ public sphere is a privilege accorded the most powerful members of a community (Fraser 1997). Media power, the ability to contribute to the production and dissemination of media texts and see your own interests and ideology represented in these texts and discourses, is a marker of social power and influence. This social power was not available to African Americans in the 1920s, 30s and 40s. Though they were active contributors to music, dance and other creative practices, these contributions were often curtailed by their social position. Black record companies were frequently out-competed or bullied out of existence (a point David Suisman addresses in his discussion of the Black Swan label). In the 1920s black radio stations, though common in the early days of radio in the United States were eventually marginalised by the introduction of broadcasting legislation (Vaillant 2002). Black musicians were neglected by mainstream record companies in the earlier days of recording and what few recordings they did make in the earliest American radio programs were ‘limited to comedy or novelty styles, which established “coon songs” and minstrelsy… Coon songs were a popular style of comic songs based on caricatures of Negro life, usually sung in “dialect”’ (Suisman 2004, pp. 1296). Black men and women who simply spoke out in public were so routinely subjected to violence and murder in the south of America until the 1960s – with legislative protection for their attackers (Gussow 2002, pp.14) – that to speak of mediated power is highly problematic. For many black actors and dancers, the ability to control their filmed image was also beyond their reach, and it is these audio-visual media that texts became the source of revivalists in the contemporary swing community.

(from a forthcoming article in Convergence, references below).
I have reservations about the claim that ‘all cultures use visual images’ and that these visual images are the ‘most powerful form of representation’. In fact, later in the lecture notes I’m reworking, there’s a reference to Aboriginal identity, where one of the functions of images as communication is:

To store the memory of a culture, of a people so it can be communicated/transmitted in the present and future (paintings of indigenous Australians)

I’m not sure what that bit’s meant to mean. It seems to imply that visual images are a) a way of preserving Aboriginal culture, or b) a way in which Aboriginal Australians hare or are going about preserving their culture.
This stuff doesn’t sit right with me, particularly because dance, song and story telling – oral culture – was and is such an important part of Aboriginal culture. Far more important than ‘visual images’. Particularly for semi-nomadic people.
I know I don’t know much about this (and I’d hate to suggest that there is/was no indigenous Australian visual art prior to Invasion), but I do have real problems with the prioritising of material visual culture in this way.
I’m a bit busy about this right now, so I can’t write anything more, but something about all this ‘visual images = most important!’ really gets up my bum. There are so many clear examples of the power and importance of things like oral story, music, dance, etc as really powerful and important cultural practices. It’s just that they’re not as appealing to researchers from such a material, privileged culture.
Fraser, Nancy. (1997). ‘Rethinking the Public Sphere: A Contribution to the Critique of Actually Existing Democracy,’ in Nancy Fraser (ed) Justice Interruptus: Critical Reflections on the “Postsocialist” Condition, pp. 69-98. New York and London: Routledge, 1997.
Gussow, Adam. (2002). ‘”Shoot myself a cop” Mamie Smith’s “Crazy Blues” as a Social Text’ Callaloo 25 (1): 8-44.
Suisman, David. (2004). ‘Co-workers in the Kingdom of Culture: Black Swan Records and the Political Economy of African American Music’ The Journal of American History 90 (4): 1295-1324.
Vaillant, Derek W. (2002). ‘Sounds of Whiteness: Local Radio, Racial Formation, and Public Culture in Chicago, 1921-1935’ American Quarterly 54 (1): 25-66.

friends, i am still alive

I’m just not near the computer much.
I haven’t written anything important in weeks.
But I have sewn SO much. I am sewing clothes that aren’t for any particular project – I’m just sewing things for the challenge. Stretch satin? Yes. And when you wear it with a skirt, you’re convinced you actually are one of the Whitey’s Lindy Hoppers. Especially if you’ve been doing a bit of solo jazz lately and have your fitness up a bit. Not to mention a big fat repertoire of neat steps.
I have also been… well, not much else. Work on MLX7 continues – just wait til you see the incredibly cute logo Scotty did for us. Wait til you see how cheap passes are (finally we are in the financial position to offer an insane amount of the best social dancing in the country for the lowest price in the country! Go hippies, go!).
I am also about to start a new teaching job next semester at a new university. I won’t write any more about it, other than to say ‘what a great opportunity’, and ‘how wonderful is the Supes for giving me an amazing reference – unsolicited – so I get the job, even though it means she’s suddenly tutor-less for her big fat undergrad subject?!’ Goddess bless the Old Girls’ Network – without it we’d never get jobs.
But this does suggest that we’ll be in Melbourne for a while longer, which I’m not keen on – I’m so desperate to leave town and travel, travel, travel. No freaking UK, though, I hope – somewhere else in Europe. Canada. The US. Wherever. But it’s a catch 22 – I have to take the work I can get.
It is cold here, and I don’t much like it. Though we’ve had an unseasonably warm autumn (doesn’t that seem like an oxymoron?), prompting the final, desperate ripening of the second crop of passionfruit, it’s now properly winter. I don’t much like the winter.
I promised I wouldn’t write here until I had something to talk about beyond dancing and DJing, but things are pretty quiet round here these days, so….
I am doing lots of jazz stuff.
Tranky doo? √
Big Apple from Keep Punchin’ √ (mostly)
Shim Sham Shimmy, a la Frankie Manning √
(I get the most raised eyebrows for this one – “boring!” and “baby stuff!” But it’s the best, best, best routine – simple, yet a fabulous sudy in weight transfer. And people seem to forget that it’s the shim sham shimmy, which is the part I like most. And those boogie forwards? I hate to tell you this, world, but you’re doing them WRONG. Ask yourself: what would Frankie do? And, also, this routine sucks bums to anything under 200bpm. But slap on the action and it’s oh-yes-mumma. I reccommend Chick Webb’s Stompin’ at the Savoy. Burn the George Gee.
Shim Sham Shimmy, a la Al Minns and Leon Jones √
(absolutely yes – I’ve used this version, but it doesn’t have the extra steps Frida and Sakarias have here, or Gina and Mike have, or Mike and Adam have. I will follow up those couple of steps, but really, my heart is with Al and Leon. They’ve taught us that when you’re really, really comfortable with a step, you can start making it interesting. The Shim Sham break? Why just do it facing one direction and moving one direction? Why not move it around? And half breaks? Hard? Maybe, but not when you’ve done them a million times).
I have had the most fun with the shim sham shimmies, I have to say – simple yet really, really fun.
I have to tidy up my Big Schnapple, but my Cranky Poo kicks arse. And from there? Well, there’s the Dean Collins Shim Sham, and about a zillion other jazz routines to learn….

think of me, will you

I have started back on the Cranky Poo/big Schnapple/jazz step kick again.
Mostly because I have had to make all new clothes to deal with my increasing girth.
But also because I adore old school jazz routines so much.
Here’s a new one:

(from here).
This is the shim sham, a seriously old school jazz routine which has its roots in tap and the shim sham shimmy.
Most lindy hoppers know this version – in fact, you can see a bunch of Australians in this clip (btw that’s Frankie Manning there in that clip – I’ve decided that he’s the dancer I actually want to be. Him or Al or Leon, I can’t decide which. But probably Frankie. I ask myself, when I need some inspiration, “What would Frankie do?” and the answer is usually ‘shimmy so the lady will shake her boobs at me’ or ‘shimmy my butt so the lady will shake her booty’ or ‘bow reeeeal low so I can see the lady’s undies when she swivels in a swing out’. I feel these are all admirable goals for a young feminist-about-town.
So I think I’ll get onto this version of the shim sham. I’ve spent a couple of days sorting out the timing and reminding myself of the Cranky Poo this week, and I need a bit of inspiration before I get back to the Big Schnapple. It’s hard to do the schnapps on my own – you really need a partner for the last bit.
So it’ll go:
– tidy up Cranky Poo
– start learning Al and Leon’s shim sham from clip (which will take me ages as I’ll need to transcribe it and I’m a shit transcriber)
– work on Big Schnapple again til it’s perfect
– pull the boring old shim sham out and become superheroine good at it.
Think of me at about 3pm during weekdays this week, will you?

fuck off barbie and hello real ladies

I only wear clothes that I’ve made or bought of the internet. Except for underwear. The Squeeze says it’s time to stop when I’m making my own knickers. And dancing requires hardcore support, so no home-made bra action either. And socks – I buy those too.
But besides those things, I make everything else.
Except for tshirts.
I really like threadless tshirts. In fact, they’re the only ones I buy. I’d like to say it’s because I’m really loyal or cool, but it’s actually because I can never find cool tshirts on the internet. I like the nerdy ones (I especially want the ‘homie don’t right click’ T – it’s a reference to mac users – from some silly nerd site), but they only come in giant nerd man sizes. The girl nerd tshirts from those sites are designed for nerd boys’ imaginary girlfriends.
But with the buying lady tshirts on the internet? Once you find a size/brand you like – buy em. I like XXL American Apparel lady tshirts. Or XL. I am not a tiny little woman – I am a giant, ravening academic beast. I constitute my own public sphere. So no bullshit half-size belly-revealing rubbish for me.
I don’t mind buying Tshirts online, really. But when I check out tshirt sizing and see this, I’m not happy. Because, like I said, I’m packing some serious curvage here, baby. Mostly round my belly and, increasingly, around my armies. And boobage? Yes please.
so that little barbie there, she’s not helping me pick my size.
1. Where are her hips?
2. Where are her boobies?
3. How does she pick things up with those puny little armies? Can she lead? Could she be base in an aerial? No? Then she’s not helping me.
4. Does she eat? Would she embarass herself at yum cha?
No. So why would you possibly assume that she could help me out with choosing a tshirt size?
I say fuck off barbie to those online tshirt size guides. And hello real ladies.

eurovision 2007 finals: romania

Romania.
The Squeeze has decided he’s sticking with eurovision. I want West Wing. He feels he’s made a commitment.
Romania sucks.
I suspect that all of the remaining entries will make me angry.
The Squeeze will now review the remaining eurovision acts.
Final verdict for Romania?
TS: dull.

eurovision 2007 finals: serbia and ukraine and united kingdom

I can’t take any more.
Terry Wogan is ruining it for me. The doods last night at least sounded like they really liked the whole eurovision thing. But Wogan seems to despise and spends far too much time being derogatory.
And Serbia wins, so there’s no point watching past here. Even though there are seven to go…. though there are 2 hours left.
Shut. Up. Wogan. You suck!
… no, wait. Ukraine has captured my attention.
Glitter? Check.
Synchronised choreography? Check.
Not a band act? Check.
Piano accordian/baziki/other novelty instrument that isn’t a bhodran? Check.
United Kingdom. No freakin’ Bucks Fizz, that’s for sure.