Showing posts with label Avant-Garde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Avant-Garde. Show all posts

Sunday, June 12, 2016

A Preface to a Series of Reviews

Hi everyone! I am happy to be back writing under the Chief Tizo banner once again. Over our hiatus I've been so focused on school I seemed to forget how to write casually about the things I love. Hopefully with more practice and reader support I'll find my tone. Shout out to all three of our followers, you are the reason why we do this!

Iceberg Slim chillin

I've had the privilege of being the only black male in a class full of white liberals speaking about race. It always seems like it is the white liberal's responsibility to face underprivileged communities with the heaping loads of their valuable pity and dignified ignorance. Just as quickly as one person may point out the problems with Law Enforcement, another would point to the flagrant gang culture found in rap music. Becoming the black representative in this kind of environment is easily the most stressful part of the semester, but even after this discourse is had the burden of all these people's unrecognized ignorance hurts. The one thing that makes it it worse is when these discussions are spawned by reading black writers that are a part of academia. Writers like James Baldwin, Ralph Ellison, Toni Morrison, Zora Neale Hurston and Richard Wright are all accepted as great BLACK writers. Writers who speak against Jim Crow, against the dominant white culture that has kept them repressed. Now there is no denying the power of James Baldwin or Richard Wright, but their writings ,as well as the many other names I listed above, have become accepted within an academically constructed black literary canon.

I don't think it would be too radical to say that the majority of black writers published over the years remain unknown. Alice Walker's recent rediscovery of Zora Neale Hurston proves there are masterpieces left to be uncovered. While it is so easy for white liberal academics to hold up a Toni Morrison novel as evidence of their diversity, they are ignoring the greater bias within the publishing industry. Academics can't see beyond their Eurocentric culture and values to notice that there is an implicit  favoring of a certain kind of representation.

The great cultural critic, bell hooks points out in her essay "Postmodern Blackness" that academics calling themselves "postmodernist" always attempt to call attention to the experience of difference and otherness. However, postmodern studies are so Eurocentric, they never acknowledge the concrete problems of the black underclass. It not on;y is through the dominant discourse that racial essentialist attitudes are disseminated but also the academic subculture in universities as well.  To bring closer attention to the helpless "Other", and to challenge the dominant white supremacy in American culture, hooks advocates creating new subjective representations of the black living. While there is no doubt that there is an explosion of black talent hitting shelves in the 21st century, there is still very little understanding of our past. hooks' hope has only partially come true. The problem of color blindness in American culture has created a new impediment for achieving a full acknowledgement of the issues that attack the vulnerable black underclass.

I am not sure if any Pan African Studies department is doing any work to uncover the neglected works by black writers. I am not sure if anyone really cares. Its just that the mold for a black writer was so narrow and still is narrow. The subjective experience of the ghetto is mostly being published by independent publishers as street lit. The black avant garde is still too weird to draw much sales or praise. I am thinking of Charles Wright's zany avant garde satire The Wig. I am thinking of about the gritty and inflated autobiography Pimp by Iceberg Slim.

So,consider this a kind of preface to a series of reviews on neglected novels from the black community. Here is a list of novels I hope to review this summer:

Donald Goines: Dopefiend, Black Gangster, Black Girl Lost, Daddy Cool
Iceberg Slim: Pimp, Trick Baby, The Naked Soul of Iceberg Slim
Charles Wright: The Wig, The Messenger
Clarence Cooper Jr. : Weed, The Black Messenger, The Scene, The Farm
Ann Petry: The Streets
Herbert Simmons: Corner Boy
Charles Perry: Portrait of a Young Man Drowning


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The most avant-garde Christmas ever!



It's been a relatively short time since The Drift came out in 2006 and the onset confusion I've had ever since I first heard it. (Avant-garde meat punching just wasn't my thing when I was 13) I honestly wasn't expecting to hear another album by pop singer-turned-experimental-mastermind Scott Walker until I was 30. Imagine my surprise when this trailer pops up shortly after the announcement of a new album! Prepare for the sharp knives my friends.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Song of the Day: Xiu Xiu - The Pineapple Vs. the Watermelon

My first introduction to Xiu Xiu was through their second album and very scary(or sad. In reality I have no clue what emotion you can place on it. Listen to the opening track, "Sad Pony Guerrilla Girl" to understand what I mean) album "A Promise". After a few listens I fell in love with Jamie Stewart's songwriting and absolutely crazy range. He could go from a seeming whisper kind of singing into an intense scream. Unfortunately for about a year Xiu Xiu remained hidden in my large library of music until I eventually had the urge to listen to more of the project which lead me to find the absolutely amazing "The Air Force".

The whole album is filled with self-deprecating lyrics, crazy synth sounds and extremely catchy sad tones. Tthe entirety of The Air Force (to me anyways) has no bad song, but if I was to chose my favorite it has to be "The Pineapple Vs. the Watermelon."

Right when the song starts you get drawn in with this very smooth bass, soft guitar arpeggios and a constant bass drum kicks. When Jamie Stewart starts "whisper singing" you get this up close emotion that is unavoidable. The lyrics tell the tear jerking story of someone praying for the return of someone that has killed themselves and because of the minimal song structure you get hit with every single emotion.



Pretty sweet album cover right? Slowly truckin' along with The Pale King (you could check my progress on Goodreads), I should be done with it by the end of this week and hopefully be starting (when it actually arrives) the Marbles Swarm by Dennis Cooper (whom has a great blog that I have recently been posting on. He is such a very nice guy that will respond to your comments (no matter how asinine and poorly written they are)) or if that comes in too late White Teeth by Zadie Smith. She is widely known for being a funny and talented writer from Britain. For her extremely intellectual discussion about her book and literature in general with Michael Silverblatt (the world's greatest reader) from KCRW's Bookworm click here.

HAHAHA oh God, I was going through the labels and seen Harry Potter.
God help you Bridgette, God help you. 

Monday, November 7, 2011

Album Review: Matana Roberts - Coin Coin Chapter One:Gens de Couleur Libres

I just started listening to this album and already I think it can possibly be my album of the year. Matana Roberts a native of New York City and a nominee of  The Jazz Journalists Association's 2008 "Up and Coming Musician of the Year" award, shows the perspective of African women being tamed, raped and stripped of their rights during the years of slavery. It covers such topics with the most emotion I have ever seen from any artist.  The greatest part of this album is the great spoken word pieces in-between the chaotic sounds. The poetry is maybe the most sincere and emotional recital I have ever heard and I am very glad I found this album through the massive collection of albums I have never heard on my computer. HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS ONE.