We’ve been in Europe since the end of May, just now returning to our temporary home-base of Minneapolis, where working on my PhD has somewhat slowed down my more casual writing projects. I’ve only published two installments of Sound Propositions in the past year (with Mark Fell and Kate Carr), contributed occasionally to CULT MTL, and seen my contributions to ACL drastically reduced. Though I have more or less kept the mix series running, and I was also able to produce a mix for S13 I’m very proud of, in addition to an album of field-recordings for the CATHEDRALS project, my musical output has also been diminished. I have a number of musical projects and long-form essays in the works, few of which will see the light of day before the end of the year.
I did, however, recently publish this short essay on Matana Roberts for .dpi, the Montreal-based Feminist Journal of Art and Digital Culture as part of a special issue on Music & Politics edited by my friend and collaborator Esther B. Initially my plan was to write about feminist currents in England’s noise and industrial scene of the early ’80s, riffing on the more political performance art dealing with labour and sexuality in the 1970’s, but this project necessitated more research than I had at first planned. I had just received my copy of Matana Roberts’ River Run Thee on vinyl while I was figuring this out, and realized it would be the perfect focal point to express some frustrations that had emerged when working on a related longform article on the Nurse With Wound list the prior Fall.
That article will be published eventually, somewhere, but the short of it is that the infamous list has emerged in the age of the mp3 blog as a kind of outsider music wishlist, and inherently posits a genealogy of experimental and avant-garde music that takes on greater significance in hindsight. When it first appeared in 1979, the now standard history linking the Art of Noises to John Cage to musique conrète to Stockhausen to Fluxus to psychedelia to Krautrock was quite novel. What bothered me was the near complete absence of black musicians (Sonny Sharrock being the sole exception of a lead artist) and women (Yoko Ono being the most prominent). It may have been too early for them to have encountered an understood the importance of Dub music or Hip Hop, but how could these guys, self-proclaimed fans of free jazz, include artists from labels like ESP-Disk’ and Black Saint but still fail to include any artists hinting at the important influence of black radical music? Where are artists and ensembles like Albert Ayler, Sun Ra, Anthony Braxton, the Art Ensemble of Chicago and the AACM?
I wanted to explore the tendency of the Euro-American avant-garde towards negation and silencing, which has the effect of marginalizing social and cultural expressions in favour of abstraction and formal concerns. At the same time I don’t intend to accuse NWW or Steven Stapleton of any malice, and think that it is worthwhile to consider the impact of that list and Stapleton’s surrealist-collage aesthetic. I’ll be addressing some of my concerns in an article on alternative histories of electronic music for next year, but in the meanwhile was able to begin to articulate some of those themes in this essay on Matana Roberts’ excellent new LP, River Run Thee.
Fifty years after the assassination of Malcolm X, Matana Roberts mines her ancestry and the history of the Americas to produce a compelling and mournful counter-narrative that resonates deeply with contemporary struggles. Roberts’ latest album, River Run Thee, foregrounds the same collage aesthetic on display in her visual art. Perceptible in her earlier ensemble work for those who could listen beyond the jazz instrumentation, this third installment of her projected 12-chapter epic COIN COIN may finally help her transcend the inadequacies of the jazz label and refocus attention on the profundity of her message.
There is a general disconnect between a work’s political content its aesthetic form. This gap has not gone entirely unnoticed, and at various times in the last century or so artistic movements have attempted to harmonize their formal practice with their political commitments. Once a work has been commodified, however, audiences may connect with its formal aspects without contemplating or even being aware of any political dimension. Enzo Mari, a brilliant Italian designer and artist, put it well in criticizing the current vogue for mid-century modern design: “Rather than understanding its essentially ethical nature and trying to bring it to the next level, they copy the form.” Particularly after the Great War, artists turned against society, disenchanted. Many turned towards non-Western cultures for renewal, but in doing so reduced these cultures, “othering” their peoples in venerating them as “primitive.” The scholar Paul Gilroy advances a powerful counter-narrative to this view of Modernity in his influential book The Black Atlantic, re-inscribing the slave trade as Modernity’s founding moment. Rather than understanding black people as being outside of the Modern, Gilroy situates their cultures and struggles as foundational to Modernity.2 Kodwo Eshun’s poetic More Brilliant Than the Sun picks up on this thread in order to assess radical black music under the banner of afro-futurism, from Sun Ra to Drexciya.3
Matana Roberts’ work maintains a sense of ambiguity without falling into the violent erasure of abstraction. There is a multitudinous unity to her form, function, and ethos. The elements that make up each chapter of COIN COIN are not cannibalized or synthesized, but collaged – each constituent part allowed to be itself. Sometimes the ruptures between these elements are stark, other times they blend more subtly.
The experience of witnessing Roberts perform live is clarifying, especially compared with the more abstract political expression of most instrumental music. She reminds us how the use of vocals and of shared tradition can be powerfully resonant. When, for example, she steps on stage and performs “Bid Em In,” almost joyfully channeling a slave auctioneer describing young women for sale to potential bidders, one cannot help but be moved by the vulnerability and courage on display. This song creatively embodies the historical context of racialization, the slave trade and all that’s come after. Her commitment to socially engaged work continues, as exemplified by her recent premier of a new piece, “Black Lives Matter / All Lives Matter” at New York City’s Roulette on 3 December 2014. Still a work in progress, the piece draws parallels between the practice of improvisation and the work of social justice organizing. Roberts conducts the work through video and graphic scores based on imagery of Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner, and other victims of police or vigilante violence. The structure is based on grand jury testimony from these cases, as well as numerological elements related to Ferguson, Missouri.
As recent events continue to remind us, it is imperative that we attend to the structural causes of racism. To begin, we must ask why the ostensibly political avant-garde seeks abstraction often at the expense of committed social engagement. Musicologist Lloyd Whitesell’s critique of the early tape work of Steve Reich is instructive in this regard. Following Renato Poggioli and Matei Calinescu, Whitesell defines the cultural avant-garde as consisting of artists working in self-conscious opposition to traditional (bourgeois) values and institutions, and takes this stance further to argue that the cultural avant-garde has been marked by a rhetoric of negation since its inception. Whitesell traces this rhetoric of negation through music, poetry, literature, and the visual arts, showing how it results in a tendency of abstract formulations, a fascination with nothingness, and an unwillingness to relate the aesthetic to a historical or social context.4 Even John Cage’s famous concept of silence can function as a silencing, in so far as it closes off a certain relationship to sociality that in fact dictates the form of ‘experimentalism’ manifested by the avant-garde.5 Must pursuing abstraction and negation produce an unwillingness to relate the aesthetic to a historical or social context? Why and through what forces does Steve Reich’s “Music for 18 Musicians” gain entry into the canon and not Julius Eastman’s “Evil N****r?”6
Roberts’ formation as an artist owes as much to the make-do DIY ethos of punk rock as it does to the spirit of the black avant-garde and free jazz. Born in Chicago, she came of age as a musician in the fertile hybrid music scenes of that city, benefiting from free music lessons in the American public school system. Through her political scientist father and his record collection, she was exposed to the music of the legendary AACM. As an adult she would later collaborate and for a time join AACM, mentored in particular by Fred Anderson. Her interests have always been varied, and she has continued to find means of channeling her myriad interests, be they intellectual, political, poetic, artistic or musical, into her present work, which is done a disservice to be described solely in musical terms. A seasoned writer and visual artist, producing DIY zines, working from a system of graphic and video scores of her own devise, her work insists on intersectionality and the totality of her activities inform her performances. In addition to physical zines, Roberts has also embraced, if perhaps at times skeptically, social media platforms such as Tumblr, creating real-time travel-logs of her #southernsojourn2014 and her current experiences living on a houseboat in southern Brooklyn.
Building upon the AACM credo “Great Black Music, Ancient to Future,” Robert’s scope extends Black Music to an ostensibly universal audience who can benefit from black history and wisdom. In fact, her work demonstrates the ways in which this history is inseparable from American History as a whole. James Baldwin advised not only to “know whence you came” but made the radical (and pertinent) claim that acceptance and integration masked a deeper truth, advising his young nephew not to try to become like white people, but to accept them with love. “For these innocent people have no other hope. They are, in effect, still trapped in a history which they do not understand; and until they understand it, they cannot be released from it.”7
COIN COIN is Matana Roberts magnum opus, a projected 12-chapter epic encompassing themes of history, ancestry and memory. River Run Thee is the third (and darkest) chapter, and first solo installment. As with the first two chapters, it was released by Montreal’s Constellation records, and at least another three installments have already been written and performed in some context. Often compared to large jazz ensembles like those of William Parker, Burnt Sugar, or Wadada Leo Smith, jazz is undoubtedly present in Robert’s aesthetic as a composer and improviser, particularly in the way she plays with tradition and evokes double consciousness. But ultimately it is inadequate and misleading, as her work transcends such labels and the emphasis critics have placed on the “jazz” parts of her work detracts from the uniqueness of her work.
COIN COIN evokes a plurality of meanings, and even its name demonstrates this radical ambiguity. Certainly the figure of Marie Thérèse ditte Coincoin looms large, a freed slave in pre-United States Louisiana who became a successful landowner and who has become an almost mythical figure. Coin is also evocative of money and of exchange, while simultaneously drawing on its French meaning to further emphasize intersectionality, evoking a corner. The first chapter, Gens de couleur libres, recorded with a large ensemble of Montreal free improvisers, told the story of Coincoin. Through an act of synchronic magic, the subject is blurred with the performer and the entire history between them, repeating “I am Coincoin/I am Matana” in a dramatic climax. Its follow up, Mississippi Moonchile, shifted the emphasis closer to Roberts’ family. Played by a tight sextet with jazz roots and operatic baritone vocals, it made extensive use of her idiosyncratic graphic scores. She calls the technique “panoramic sound quilting,” which allows her to productively collage a variety of disparate styles improvised within certain compositional parameters. At once musical scores and visual art objects, they combine conventional and avant-garde musical notation and techniques with painting, vintage photographs and historical ephemera.
Quilting is a collective process, and Roberts’ sound quilting is no different. It is reasonable, therefore, to assume that a solo endeavor functions on a different register. And though that is certainly the case, the resulting album feels no less like a collective effort. An example from literature may help make my point clear. Each essay that makes up W.E.B. Du Bois’ The Souls of Black Folk begins with a lyric epigraph and accompanying bars of music, framing what comes after as more than just one man’s voice but a part of an ongoing conversation, a rearticulation of a message with the weight of traditions behind it.8 I sense a similar spirit at work here.
River Run Thee weaves together, quite literally, layers of field-recordings from the American South with improvised saxophone, electronics, and Roberts’ powerful ‘wordspeak’ evoking traditional songs and idle chatter. The bed of the album is a psychogeographic soundscape quilted together from a 25-day trip through the Mississippi, Louisiana and Tennessee. At times the result can feel claustrophobic, the shadow of a temporally shifting filigree moving across the entire history of the South. The field-recordings can be deceptively simple, with buried aspects slowly revealing themselves with repeat listens. One can never catch every detail, and certainly cannot tease out every hidden message, every connection, from every perspective. In the opening seconds the layers build rapidly, the sound of birds chirping and church bells ringing, voices humming, and Roberts muttering, almost inaudibly, “where the fuck is this place?” She answers her own question with what sounds like an invocation: “the South.” The bucolic scene becomes lost in a rising cacophony, gradually morphing into the screeching of a subway train in NYC. Her voice is mournful, echoing her saxophone blending into the backdrop of the drone. As the layers pile up, the saxophone riffs multiply, becoming busier, more chaotic; sometimes quoting traditional songs, other times responding to the field-recordings, while voices, Robert’s voices, talk past one another. “Why do we try so hard? All is written in the cards.”
The words Robert’s chooses to include in her compositions tend to be expository, or otherwise fragments of text or overheard speech. She is telling a story, but not always, necessarily, with the content of her words; just as often the narrative can be gleaned in the din of noise in which they are embedded, in the ambiguous zone between her cries and the wailing of her saxophone. To paraphrase the scholar Fred Moten—speaking about the album We Insist! by Max Roach, Abbey Lincoln and Oscar Brown Jr. but equally applicable here: “you cannot help but hear the echo of Coincoin’s scream, as it bears the whole of the story, redoubled and intensified by the mediation of years, recitations, auditions.”9
Despite its layered nature the album wasn’t the product of meticulous editing, but the result of a mostly live process of improvising and incorporating her field-recordings and samples. The production, handled by Jerusalem in my Heart’s Radwan Ghazi Moumneh, plays an important role in the realisation of the album. Like a visual collage, there is no original to speak of. The work is only complete when it is finished and reproduced. Layering her improvisations over one another maintains the feeling of collage, of rivers flowing into and over one another, and the result captures a unique hybrid of recording art and live energy. The use made of an early 20th century upright piano is indicative of the approach and what the production brings to the album. Rather than directly sound any notes, other aspects of the recordings were played in the room and recorded by a microphone placed inside the piano, acting as an acoustic resonant filter, granting those sounds some ghostly relation to the piano and its history without any evident timbral qualities. According to Roberts, she utilized cheap synthesizers not as sound sources but as effects, running her saxophone through them in order to manipulate their filters. The result gives even the most electronic elements of the recording a direct trace of human gesture.
The final minute of the River Run Thee features a short excerpt from a speech by Malcolm X, one of the few moments of text not spoken or sung by Roberts herself.
distinguished guests, brothers and sisters, ladies and gentlemen,
friends and enemies/
so I ask you to excuse my appearance. I don’t normally come out in front of people without a shirt and tie/
before I get involved with anything nowadays, I have to straighten out my own position, and/
which is clear, I am not a racist in any form whatsoever…
These words come from a speech known as “Confronting White Oppression” given on February 14, 1965, almost exactly 50 years before the release of River Run Thee, and just one week before Malcolm was assassinated. The reason the man had to apologize for his appearance was that his home in Queens was bombed the prior evening.
As far as endings go, it is a strong indication of how much work remains to be done, even half a century later. River Run Thee seems committed to confronting these challenges creatively. As the 10 minute opening song “All Is Written” reaches its bleakest moment, Roberts gives us an answer. “Why do we try so hard? Because we should.” This ethical imperative to struggle, for understanding and for justice, runs through Roberts’ oeuvre, form and content inherently intertwined.
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1 Quoted in Daniel Letson, “Designated: The Cynic/Romantic Genius of Enzo Mari.” Last modified: November 28, 2012. http://glob.daniel-letson.com/posts/designated-the-cynicromantic-genius-of-enzo-mari/
2 Paul Gilroy. The Black Atlantic: Modernity and Double Consciousness. (New York: Verso, 1993.) Chapters 1 and 2.
3 Kodwo Eshun. More Brilliant Than The Sun. (London: Quarter Books, 1997.)
4 Lloyd Whitesell. “White Noise: Race and Erasure in the Cultural Avant-Garde” American Music, 19, 2 (Summer, 2001): 170-1.
5 Douglas Kahn. Noise Water Meat: A History of Sound in the Arts. (Cambridge: The MIT Press, 1999.) 158-160.
6 “Music for 18” is performed dozens of times around the world each year in prestigious concert halls. Eastman died in poverty, his work rarely-if ever- performed until being rediscovered by Jace Clayton (aka DJ/rupture), whose 2013 album The Julius Eastman Memory Depot reintroduced his work to new audiences.
7 James Baldwin. The Fire Next Time. (New York: Vintage International, 1993/1962). 8.
8 W.E.B. Du Bois. The Souls of Black Folk. (New York: Dover Publications, 1994/1903)
9 Fred Moten. In the Break: The Aesthetics of the Black Radical Tradition. (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2003.) 22.
Joseph Sannicandro is a writer and scholar currently based in Minneapolis, where he is pursuing a PhD in Cultural Studies. He is co-founder of A Closer Listen, through which he publishes Sound Propositions, a series of essays and in-depth interviews with artists discussing their creative practices, deemphasizing gear fetishism. He has curated a number of compilations, including Con fuoco d’occhi un nostalgico lupo (2010, Lost Children) which showcased contemporary instrumental music from Italy. He also records under the moniker The New Objective and under his own name, most recently with pianist Stefan Christoff. The cassette Les Rumeurs de la montagne rouge, en chœur, convergent (2014, Howl Arts) utilizes field-recordings from the 2012 Québec student strike to explore the relationship between art and activism.
Joseph Sannicandro est un auteur et chercheur actuellement basé à Minneapolis où il poursuit son doctorat en études culturelles. Il est cofondateur du site Internet A Closer Listen sur lequel il publie Sound Propositions, une série d’essais et d’entretiens approfondis et réalisés auprès d’artistes pour discuter de leurs pratiques créatives et minimiser le fétichisme matériel. Il a commissarié un certain nombre de compilations, dont Con fuoco d’occhi non nostalgico lupo (2010, Lost Children) de musique instrumentale contemporaine italienne. Il enregistre sous le sobriquet The New Objective, sous son propre nom, et plus récemment avec le pianiste Stefan Christoff. La cassette Les Rumeurs de la montagne rouge, en choeur, convergent (2014, Howl Arts) a été conçue à partir d’enregistrements réalisés sur le terrain lors de la grève étudiante au Québec en 2012 afin d’explorer la relation entre l’art et l’activisme.