Robert P. Baird
1/ From “Antagonism and Crisis,” Joshua Clover’s talk for the Rethinking Poetics conference:
But what do we lose, in this nuancing? We lose too much. If we don’t lose much descriptively, we lose the one idea, the one real situation that the distinction has been trying to preserve: that there is a fundamental antagonism, that it has two sides, and that they are set against each other in a dynamic that is not eternal and abstract but concrete and historical. And the loss of this idea is unhappier for poetry than any happiness we might gain by doing away with the distinction.
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Anyway this Third Way, this American Hybrid, generally uses the language of “getting past” the fundamental antagonisms between the dominant-mainstream and the emergent-experimental (these terms are inexact, but fairly well-understood). The conception of the hybrid is that we can simply choose to leave the antagonism behind.
2/ From the introduction to Clover’s interview with MIA in the new Believer:
Rioter or passenger, outsider or insider, revolutionary or sellout? The categories don’t work so well these days, if they ever did. This is the point, inevitably, of the music, and it is the music that matters. It is art for a moment when categories aren’t working very well, when things are falling apart and centers aren’t holding. It does not try to contain this situation but to register it, to give it a feeling, to get a sense of whether it might indeed be late in something—pop music, history, the U.S. empire.
Robert P. Baird
The complete absence of country music on the whiplashing summer-music chart New York put together last week is even less surprising than the New York Times’s similar sin of omission a few weeks ago. And yet if New York is really, as I suggested to a friend the other day, the People magazine for people like us, you’d think they might try to imagine an “us” with a little less constricted sense of what counts as summer sonic fun.
There’s something to Jane Dark’s suggestion that these blind spots are all about class, but I don’t know if that fully explains it. I mean, hell, in every respect save disposable income and zip code, I’m at the demographic heart of the class their ads are gunning for, right down to Dr. Hakimi’s Art of Oral Harmony. But there I go again, listening to—and, shh, even liking!–country music.
Not that I’m too worried; we all, somehow, find our own ways to survive the diktats of glossy-magazine taste. But still you have to wonder what it’s going to take to make country music safe for the architects of mediated cool, when even the high-profile defections of Jack White, Robert Plant, Jewel, Jessica Simpson, and Jon Bon Jovi couldn’t do it.
You have to wonder, that is, until it hits you: Hootie!
Darius Rucker will save us all.