Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Imperative is Preservation





I'm 35 years old, which means that I grew up with records in my childhood home. Back then, I didn't understand the relevance of holding on to that precious artifact. I had not yet become a preservationist of music on vinyl. If I knew then what I know now, as the saying goes.


Stepping into any place that specializes in selling vinyl is always a source of joy and excitement for me. However, when I look around the place, I rarely ever see young black folks and never see women of color. This always  sends my mind spinning down all sorts of thought paths. Where are the black folks? Where are the sistas?


Who is going to preserve black music? There are plenty of vinyl artifacts out there; yet, I don't know if there is any interest on the behalf of black folks to archive it. In fifty years, what will Funkadelic's Maggot Brain mean to a generation? Will it hold any relevance or significance at all? This could be problematic. For me personally, I believe that it is my duty to honor the brilliance of the musical artists of days past. I, and many others, are the keepers of their masterpieces. I liken it to the griots and storytellers who passed down wisdom through storytelling.


Call my perceptions old school, but the music being made today does not have the staying power nor the critical voice that music of our past holds. In fifty years, are generations going to write, with an analytical lens, about how Rick Ross’s Rise to Power changed a nation or a culture? Did it add value to the community or deplete it? What does that leave for young black generations to revere?


I would love to see more Black folks and women of color diggin’ through the crates to find those treasures that transformed our lives and the lives of generations before us. It will mean so much that when I am sixty years of age, I’ll be able to pass my collection on to a young soul. It’s a rich history that we should be the keepers of.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Funk: The Stepchild Genre


When I think of funk, I think of a genre that made a major impact musically and culturally within a very small space in time. Funk suffered an untimely death, some say at the hands of disco, only to be resurrected through Hip Hop. Black folks are the inventors of blues which is the fundamental genre which spawned soul, gospel, and rock. Funk's essence is a conglomerate of all of the above. However, it is often the forgotten stepchild of black music history.

Why “stepchild”? I recall Nelson George in a talkback after a viewing of his film Finding the Funk screened at Afropunk this past summer, referring to Funk as the stepchild of soul and R&B. I decided to explore this idea a little bit further on my own.
Stepchild is defined as one that fails to receive proper care or attention. In the world of music, funk definitely was shunned by the mainstream, living on the outskirts of the music world. Radio stations were not open to playing the funk nasty irreverent music.  Funk was always being improperly classified as R&B which creates a misinformed knowledge around what Funk music truly is.  

Funk was born of blues people. It came from the street, the hood. There was something free, edgy, and even uncouth about this movement. It came from the blues people who were subjects of an unchecked unbalanced system. Yes, jazz musicians were referring to their sound as early as the 50's and 60's as "funky". By this, they were describing their music in a way that separated it from the standard jazz composition. I believe that it was a word that best illustrated a “funky” groove emitting something that would wake someone’s spirit in an invigoratingly liberating way. Later, James Brown would be the founding father of Funk as we know it today. Brown was from the street aka a disenfranchised, marginalized individual who became an innovative icon. He had a formula for Funk which is: jumping things off on the one. Starting with the one hits hard. There is no dilly dallying around with such a definitive beginning for a jam session or song. From what I gather, this was the only hard rule of Funk.  You see, everything was a symphony of percussive horns, thumping bass and everything in between.  Funk is a lot like jazz in the fact that much of how it was derived is centered around improv.

Culturally, Funk brought “outlandish” to the world of music.  This alone created an outsider element for the genre.  Predominant culture was still inherently plagued by playing it safe holding tight to their mores and American obligations.  A large portion of the population was not interested in ruffling feathers or straying away from their comfort zones.  Funk incited a negation of normalcy.  Once the Funk mentality is adapted, a shift occurs and conformity no longer tightly grips the individual.  Funk became the outspoken voice of the black community during the 70’s.  It acted as a savior to a culture of people who needed to slough off the troubles of the turbulent 60’s filled with  assassinations, racial assaults, riots, war,  etc. Bands like Sly and the Family Stone challenged racial and gender norms by consisting of an integrated group of musicians that included women.  Here comes that stepchild Funk stirring things up by living outside the proverbial box.  Along comes Parliament aka Funkadelic aka P-Funk that just took things to another level. George Clinton lived wild abandonment. He constructed a subculture that didn’t give a fuck about compliance.  It was raw and honest.  America was in a stupor, unaware of how to accept this unwanted stepchild called Funk.

Recently on a trip back home to Houston, I went to gather the record collection that I remembered my family owning.  My grandfather, who is now the keeper of these artifacts, watched as I sorted through the small collection of LP’s and large selection of 45’s.  His prized albums in the collection were that of gospel quintets such as The Mighty Clouds of Joy.  As I was looking through the albums, there was quite a bit of Funk in the pile, he commented: They didn’t do any singing on those records.  I just chuckled to myself realizing that Funk was not a well received genre.  People, like my grandfather, believed it to be noise without substance which leads me to write about the actual message of Funk music.  Funk was, at times blatant political statements and at other, inadvertent musical journeys through existentialism. In order to receive such depth of expression, one’s mind had to be open and broken of the systematic structure that imprisons thoughts.  Funk was an explosive expression through music.

All in all, Funk was not easily digestible for most of society. The conservative listener loved things packaged in the form of soul through companies such as Motown. Even Motown had to jump aboard the Funk train as it became a trend of the time.  There was a fusion of funk and jazz as well. The jazz purists could not get with this new electric jazz sound that dwelled on the outskirts of bop.  Jazz had become electric adding synthesizers and electric guitars to the roster of traditional instruments bringing a new funk stankin’ attitude to the genre.
No other genre wanted the Funk to move in a shift the foundation upon which it was built.

Hip Hop would later embrace and repurpose Funk. Why? Hip Hop and Funk have similar contexts by which they started. Hip Hop comes from the blues people who were disenfranchised and marginalized. There were cultural, political, and social implications that helped to create this new genre. Reaganomics was underway, poverty was prominent,  the crack epidemic was surfacing,  gang wars and burning buildings raged in the ghetto. It was formed out of necessity as was Funk. Youth of color was responding to their experiences in a newfound way. Early Hip Hop producers would use Funk music as the crux of a beat.  It was the perfect pairing and absolute homage to the masters who created the Funk sound.

The cycle of life reminds us that things come and go. They die and are reborn time and time again. Funk was that genre that lived for a brief time, but left a lasting impression on the world of music.  It may not have been accepted in various circles, but it was truly a genre that expressed unabashedly; living in the realm of liberty.  

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Close Encounters Of The First Time: Vinyl


It's actually quite clear when I think back on the genesis of my music love affair.  Growing up, my mother, little sister and I lived with my grandparents in the South Park (Macgregor Terrace) community of Houston, Texas.  I was surrounded by a very black culture of working class folks. I loved my childhood. My grandparents had a record player and an eight track deck.  I recall seeing albums such as The Emotions, Sugar Hill Gang and Barry White-to name a few.
When I think of looking at the LP's and 45's that they owned, The Sound of Philadelphia (TSOP) comes to mind.  I most clearly remember the label of an O'Jays 45 record. I believe it was a "Love Train" single. TSOP label signifies a trip back to my youth. The only other label that I vividly remember as a kid was Motown.  My family loved soul and funk music. They weren't much into jazz or blues, which means that I grew up listening to a lot of top soul hits from the 70's.  

In my adult age, I have now come to understand the significance of a record label such as The Sound of Philadelphia. Huff, Gamble and Bell were the trio of producers/arrangers in charge. The purpose of the label was to have a space and place to produce their own songs. They had a roster of hits from artists such as Harold Melvin & Blue Notes, The Jacksons, Lou Rawls, and many more. They recorded these super dance hits and catchy masterpieces at Sigma Sound Studios with MFSB as their house band.  MFSB was known for their hit song "The Sound of Philadelphia" which became the highly recognized theme for hit show Soul Train.  Huff, Gamble, and Bell really brought the disco sound to the forefront. 

Little did I know that as I looked at those round black discs with an intriguing label, with 5 year old eyes, there was a rich story behind it.  It is such a fond memory for me.

I encourage you to think about your first interactions with music. What was the first record that you encountered? What do you recall from that experience?

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Remain True To Self





Today, I learned from a fellow music lover and peer (Flash) that when you are doing what you love and times are rough, no matter what is going on in life-stick with it. It's not about what's trending and hot right now, but all about the love. When you love it, there is nothing that will keep you from it. In the past few years, I  had been so far removed from music to the point that I felt like a foreigner to myself. It seems to me that I was, in my latter 20's to early 30's, trying to find my way. I was caught up in the hustle that it took to be a working DJ. Did I have what it would take? Aesthetically, was I gonna make it without being a dolled up femme behind the turntables? Of course, I talked myself out of it and abandoned music altogether.  Now, at 34, I am finding my way back to the medium that I love so much. I can't ever see myself straying away from it ever again.  It is part of who I am. Therefore, I am coming back full force without any apprehensions, doubts or fears.  My path of clarity is so crystal clear that I am elated and grateful for what is ahead.

As I sat across the table from Flash, we also talked about the relevance of mentorship. It is vital that the mentor be supportive and encouraging. It as equally important that the mentee be dedicated to the craft and the hard work that comes along with strengthening talent or skill.  Mentorships should not be about hoarding information or belittling the mentee. We have to be available to pass down what we know to those who are coming up behind us us.  Our enthusiasm must be infectious and most of all-we push those who are coming behind us to remain diligent. 

The moral of the story is this:

All in all, do what you love. Try your damnedest not to walk away from it. You would not be honoring yourself or whatever it is that lights your fire.

Thanks for the chat Flash and also the reminder...always necessary. 

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Album Covers: Power In The Black Female Image


When I look at album covers of the past, I notice the various images of black women. This is particularly so with funk and soul albums, although jazz and disco had a fair share. The Ohio Players and The Stylistics were known for placing women on their album covers.  
As I look at these covers, I’m reminded that black women were the reason why a lot of albums sold. Fellas would look at those covers and see beautiful sexy sistas. It was a perfect pairing.  
What I admire most about these covers or the cover art is the celebration of black woman’s beauty. Many of the covers are sensuous avoiding overt raunchiness.  Much is left to the imagination of the viewer.
I appreciate the power that exudes from these images.  The women on these covers take firm possession of their sexuality.  One can see flirtation, contemplation and confrontation in some of the eyes that look back at you. Looking at these covers, I see self assured sistas tastefully sharing their pride.  Now, I could get on my soapbox about images that we see of black women today, but that is to come at a later time.  
Today, there’s so much objectification of black women’s bodies in ways that are terribly denigrating.These images are not about big asses and fake breasts. I can view these covers and see black women in their natural beauty without the modern technology of photoshop or reconstructive surgery. There is an authentic representation.
Female soul singers also have covers that draw the eye. Their covers boast of a simple beauty; women filled with dignity and grace. They have a story to tell. It is true, that these women did not sell sex appeal, but their talent.   

I thoroughly take pride in collecting this vinyl.  I have them as artifacts of great importance. I just imagine that when I am no longer living, someday-someone will stumble upon my collection and see the treasure of black beauty that I’ve collected.The records and their cover art will stand as a testament. They’ll understand that there once was a time when the black women were revered, honored, powerful, and sensual.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Put Your Weight On It Ep.2, Vol. 2

It is well known that hip hop samples music of the 70's religiously which is the reason for two volumes of this Put Your Weight On It episode.  Not only was the music taken and repurposed, fashion was also emulated. The blaxploitation genre created a time and space that gave black folks something cool. Many of the current producers of hip hop were adolescents at the time and went on to show their love for the blaxploitation genre through their creative perspective of music.  Take the time to enjoy the funky and groovin' sounds, ya dig?


Playlist:
1. Shaft In Africa: Johnny Pate, You Can't Even Walk In The Park
2. Cool Breeze: Solomon Burke, Fight Back
3. Truck Turner: Isaac Hayes, Breakthrough
4. The Lost Man: Quincy Jones, Main Squeeze
5. Diamonds: Roy Budd, The Thief
6. Sheba Baby: Monk Higgins, Alex Brown and Barbara Mason, A Good Man Is Gone
7. Trouble Man: Marvin Gaye, "T" Plays It Cool
8. Sparkle: Curtis Mayfield and Aretha Franklin, Giving Him Something He Can Feel
9. Foxy Brown: Willie Hutch, Hospital Prelude of Love Theme
10. Black Caesar: James Brown, Make It Good To Yourself
11. Coffy: Roy Ayers, Shining Symbol
12. Gordon's War: Al Elias and Andy Badale, Hot Wheels
13. Charles Earland-Snake
14. Willie Dynamite: J.J. Johnson, Parade Strut

Thursday, July 18, 2013

From Broken Glass to Bugattis: Where Is The Urgency In Our Music Today?

-"If you will suck my soul, I will lick your funky emotions", Funkadelic 1970

-"Broken glass everywhere, people pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care", Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five 1982 

-Uhh, I get cheese, whip sprees, big D’s, but it ain’t Bentley, it’s a Bugatti", J.R. Writer ft. Lil Wayne,    2013



As I've been researching the entity that is The Funk Movement Genre, so many thoughts have fired off in my mind.  When we look at how funk came into existence, we see that it came from blues, gospel, soul and jazz. Both the blues and jazz come from the people. "The people", being black folks, who were marginalized disenfranchised citizens getting by with the bare minimum of what the system had allowed.  Blues, jazz, funk and later hip hop were spawned out of necessity.  The genres were a form of free expression, a breaking of the metaphoric shackles that is the "American standard".  People who had nothing, created something out of that nothingness.  
Over time, due to trends and fads, the essential reasons for a movement's materialization begins to fade or become lost. The pop commercial aspect of the genre takes over and lessens the power behind it.
This has all leads me to the question of "where is the urgency in our music today?" Now that the last great innovation born out of the people, hip hop, has become an over saturated capitalistic beast, what is next? How do we as black people, express ourselves in an authentic way stripped of materialism. How can we get back to what comes from our soul?

I was born in 1978. My generation is the first to be fully integrated post Civil Rights Movement. We are pastiches of our great grandparents, grandparents and our parents who had to endure the shit of white folks in America. So, there is an understanding and rearing the we have from those generations past. We grew up listening to funk and jazz only to hear it re-emerge and reincarnated in hip hop.  The music was diverse in subject matter. Now it is the voice objectifying women or glorifying violence and materialism. The  origins of meaning in hip hop has radically shifted. It is now a tasmanian devil of lost energy.  

I pose the question again:  Where is the urgency in our music today?

How will the music morph into something exceptional that is not tied to capital gain? Where are the collective voices of the "blues" people? 
Funk became the irreverent representative of black people. It was counter cultural and could not be contained. Funk was bred in the late sixties having its hey day in the seventies. Within that time frame, the country was in great upheaval, turmoil. Soul music united the people, but funk catapulted action. Hip hop was active, it was not only innovative, but it was art. All music that black folks have created has been art. Where is our musical art of today? I'm not saying that musical content has to solely be based around politics or social issues. However, I am saying that creating a new genre, style and form of music which pushes boundaries is-in itself-a political statement.

So many atrocities have been occurring to the black community for centuries with no signs of ceasing in 2013. We have become anesthetized and complacent so much that our music does not carry sustenance anymore.  The music's originality carries a different meaning. The music of now degrades more than it solidifies. It is my belief that this is exactly how the white infrastructure wants it to be. We carry it out without thinking about community. We perpetuate it with pride. 

I don't mean to sound cliche, but the Sankofa  adage holds true: "Return and get it". The reason why I as a black woman, am returning to the analog of vinyl is because I am returning to music's past in order to bring about change now and for the future. I'm finding a rich history that was carried in spirit and movement hoping that we as a people will be sparked by music, in a fresh and invigorating way, again.