Saturday, June 14, 2014

Why do you love music?

Hi friends.  My last two posts have been a little heavy, and in that last one I said something that I felt like I needed to work through a little more, so today, it's time for something a little more positive.  Last time, I said of music and musicians, "it's like we hate the thing we're supposed to love," and it brought to mind a blog I read a few years ago by a blogger I love named Film Crit Hulk.

In his post, Hulk reacted to a peer's cynical reflection on tropes in film by simply listing all the things he loved about movies, and I couldn't think of a better follow-up to that last post then to make a list of all the reasons I love music.  I'm not just doing classical music either, my love for everything is getting its time today, because some times, I need reminding.

Before I start, here's the original work by Film Crit Hulk:

http://badassdigest.com/2012/02/05/why-you-love-movies/

And here's a video in the same format by another favorite of mine, Bob Chipman, the Game Overthinker, involving video games:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gr3iXginLUY

So, here's why I love music:

Because of Ralph Vaughan Williams

Because of band tees.

Because of date nights at the symphony.

Because of DIY punk shows in basements and barns.

Because of the moments when you're grooving to the same radio station as the guy next to you at the light.

Because of the second half of Abbey Road.

Because the main character in Quadrophenia is named Jimmy.

Because somehow Al Kooper sucking at the organ is beautiful.

Because of the horn solo that sounds like a mistake in Beethoven's 5th.

Because of the Cannons in 1812 Overture.


Because of Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins...but mostly Peter Gabriel.

Because of the drum solo in Inna-Gadda-Da-Vida

Because freaking Kermit the Frog can sing a song that makes my emotional.

Because "The Pianist" being a movement in Carnival of the Animals still makes me giggle.

Because it can enhance our words.

Because it can replace our words.

Because it can surpass our words.

Because of the click of vinyl

Because of the clarity of MP3's.

Because of the suicide scene in Les Mis.

Because of the battle themes in Final Fantasy.

Because of the music in Star Wars.

Because of the music in Mario.

Because of Zeppelin II.

Because of Zeppelin IV.

Screw it...because Zeppelin.

Because of 4'33"

Because of My Favorite Things...

Especially the Coltrane version.


Because of Iggy Pop's energy.

Because of The Wall of Sound.

Because of the Carolina Crown's spinning diamond in 2013.

Because of when Marcus Mumford's voice cracks in Broken Crown.

Because of the chorale in Finlandia.

Because of the vocal range of Mike Patton.

Because of the emotional range of Aretha Franklin.

Because of the drum battle between Rich and Krupa.

Because of Leslie West's guitar tone.

Because of Joshua Bell's violin tone.

Because of Joe Alessi's trombone tone.

Because of ska-punk covers of 80's songs.

Because of amplification.

Because of orchestration.

Because of literally every word that Leonard Cohen has ever written.

Because you never find out what "that" is that he won't do for love.

Because of just how many ways there are to sing about love.

Because of how many ways there are to sing about sex.

Because you can't listen to Stevie Wonder and sit still at the same time.

Because I'm finally starting to understand Tom Waits.

Because I'm still hearing new things in Dark Side of the Moon.

Because nobody does epic like Mahler does epic.

Because you can't top the build up in Mars.


Because it gave us Bach.

Because you couldn't have Fantasia without the music.

Because Stravinsky was Warren Zevon's piano teacher.

Because Baba O'riley played on the radio as I left Randolph heading to college.

Because of the way that Gram Parsons and Emmylou Harris's voices seemed made for each other.

Because of the bari sax solo at the beginning of Moanin'.

Because Levon Helm lost his voice to cancer and re-taught himself to sing, so he could entertain you.

Because Shostakovich's instrumental music was considered political enough to be banned.

Because when Boots Riley raps, you listen.

Because you can fit sitars in English pop music.

Because you don't have to speak Italian or German to be moved by an opera.

Because of Sufjan Stevens' album covers...oh, and songs.

Because of the anticipation of a bass drop.

Because of the anticipation of a perfect authentic cadence.

Because Over the Rainbow can move eight year olds to tears.

Because Over the Rainbow can move eighty year olds to tears.

Because it makes us feel totally on our own.

Because it makes us feel like we are not alone.

Because the singer from Korn is actually having a break down on the recording of Daddy.

Because some times in rehearsals, I can't help but squeal in excitement.

Because Frank Zappa never compromised.

Neither did Hank Williams.

Neither did Richard Wagner.

Because Woody Guthrie songs could have been written today.

Because Rush songs could only have been written in the 70's.

Because Handel's music sounds like it's always existed.

Because Neil Young gets the respect he deserves.

Because the Drive-By Truckers said more about American culture with one album then some whole genres manage.

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Because of Mozart's horn concertos.

Because of the riff in Sunshine of Your Love.

Because of Kind of Blue.

Because of the bass line in Respect.

Because of the clarinet solo in Blue Shades.

Because if Meat Loaf, Susan Boyle, and Lemmy aren't too ugly for music, neither am I.

Because of the total lack or irony in Feed Jake by Pirates of the Mississippi.

Because Johnny Cash singing hurt still gets me.  Every.  Single.  Time.

Because my grandma loved to sing.

Because there's nothing I enjoy more then music...

Except maybe sharing it with the people I love.

Because there's an album out there that I haven't heard yet, waiting to change my life.

Because the next great orchestra piece is being written right now.

But, most of all, I love music because of the times in my life when I felt so down, so depressed, so worthless, that I couldn't bring myself out of it.  Neither could my friends.  Neither could my parents.  Neither could any show or movie or book...

But Todd Snider or Beethoven always could.


Folks, I know this was cheesy, I know it probably seems like a meaningless exercise, but I got so much joy out of it.  As easy as it is to get cynical, I'm glad that I can still find the things in music that drive me and compel me to keep with it.  But enough from me.  What do you love about music?  What are those moments, songs, or pieces that enrich your life?  Leave a comment, I'd love to know.

-Jimmy

Friday, June 13, 2014

Transcending Snobbery in Classical Music

Hi again, everybody.  I have something I've been meaning to talk about, and for my readers out there who are classical musicians, fans, and teachers it may be tough to hear, but here it goes.  Guys: we HAVE to stop being such colossal fucking snobs.  

I know, I know, I sound like I'm up on a pretty high horse myself, but please hear me out.  I'm as guilty as everyone else on this one, and in the future, I know that I'll have to hear this too, so let me have it when I do.  But really, we've been hurting ourselves with an exclusionary attitude for far too long.

I understand where it comes from, I really do.  Those of us who are musicians develop our love of music from the inside out.  We start working on our instruments when we're 10 or even younger, before we've developed any critical faculties.  For many of us, we understand things like tuning, technique, and phrasing before we can even identify what makes a piece of music touch us.  That's how it is, and how it has to be.  High art that requires such a refined skill set has to be started early and music education is a major part of the development of many children.  This does, however, have a few negative effects.

Because we spend all those hours in private lessons, having our playing put under a microscope by our teachers, facing critiques as an essential part of the learning process, we grow up to be pretty critical people ourselves.  It's not necessarily our fault, it was bound to happen, but man, it gets exhausting.

It manifests in many ways.  Somebody makes a mistake in a practice room as you pass and you scoff, someone has an off day in orchestra and for the rest of the year they're "the problem," you sit in band waiting and listening for someone to fail to tune a chord or hit a rhythm, so YOU can have the satisfaction of correcting them.  I've been the guy on both sides of this, and it's no way to live.  Everybody loves to help, but if you're looking for mistakes ALL the time, you'll find them and never enjoy anything.  It makes you cynical and it's hard to interpret a piece with a free and open mind if you're weighed down with so much cynicism.  And it's impossible to listen to one.

It happens almost all the time when I attend a local symphony concert.  I or someone with me spends the whole way home griping about something.  A horn player was out of tune.  The timpanist missed an entrance.  The cello player got lost.  And we dwell on it and stew and bitch.

"But wasn't that harp solo awesome?"

"*grumblegrumblegrumble*"

"That Shostakovich piece was beautiful huh?"

"Yeah...whatever."

It's like we hardly even tolerate the thing we supposedly love.  I've even seen it invoked by educators.  They'll tell me "My sax student is awful," or "My clarinets can't tune," in the same tone they use to shame their peers, and that's disgraceful.  It is your job to cultivate a love of music in your students, to teach them and critique where necessary, and if your self-righteous cynicism is getting in the way of that, THE PROBLEM IS YOU.

Our inability to turn off the part of us that needs personal validation of our musical skill through the demeaning of others isn't just annoying and exhausting either.  I believe it is hurting us directly.  It's said that only 3% of people listen to classical music, which is abominably low compared to how many people listen to country, pop, rock, electronica, or even our beloved little sister jazz.  

Now, let me ask you, do you really think that only 3% of people can identify with the misery of "Adagio for Strings?"  That only 3% of people can feel the righteous rage in Shostakovich #5?  Do you REALLY think that 97% percent of people can hear "Carnival of the Animals" and not be charmed and entertained.  Sure, way too many people go "What, no words? No thanks," but we are not helping.  Nobody likes going to the symphony to try something new or to experience some culture, only to be corrected on the pronunciation of "Dvorak," or to be sushed for clapping between movements, or to be scolded for being under dressed.

Worst of all nobody likes being told "You just don't get it."

They'll get it.  Given the chance, they'll understand.  The great, involved, emotional works touch on things that are universal to the human experience.  If we shame people and make them feel like they're somehow below us, because we make the music and are the only ones who understand it, we are doomed to spend all eternity as a medium stuck up our own butts, sniffing the ripe farts of self-satisfaction.  

The time has come, my fellow musicians, to cast aside the snobbery and cynicism that we've learned over the years, and be understanding and compassionate to our peers, students, and audience.  That or face our own irrelevance.  And again, folks, I needed to hear this just as much as I needed to say it.  So, from hear on in, I'll watch out for you and you'll watch out for me, and we'll call each other out the next time our snobbery shuts someone out. 

Deal?

Deal.

-Jimmy


Thursday, May 29, 2014

Female, LGBT, and Minority Representation in Superhero Comics

This week, the most interesting current book in superhero comics is seeing the release of its fourth issue.  Who does it feature?  Not Batman or Superman.  Not Iron Man or Thor.  Not Spiderman or Wolverine.  No, the most interesting comic right now is the new Ms. Marvel series, featuring the new Ms. Marvel: Kamala Khan.

Kamala is a special character in comics right now. Not only because she's a teenage girl, but because she's Pakistani-American from a Muslim home.  All forms of popular media, but superhero comics more than any other it seems, have been primarily dominated by white male writers, and by extension white male characters, for basically ever, and the sudden popularity of Kamala has gotten me thinking about instances in the history of my beloved funny-books where that white, hetero, male normativity has been challenged.

Quick disclaimer, as I'm sure someone will find it necessary.  As a white, hetero male myself, I know that I can't fully understand the struggles of women, minorities, or the LGBT community, and I wouldn't pretend to talk down to anybody saying I GET IT and I UNDERSTAND THE ANSWERS TO THE PROBLEMS.  I do know, however, that representation matters.  When nobody in the media seems to represent you, it not only can leave you feeling left out, it can leave the people WITH ample representation with a feeling of "otherness" about you, and that is damaging to us as a society.

So, here we go.

Looking back at the start of female representation in comics, things looked far brighter then they ended up.  One of the earliest super-heroines is also one of the most enduring symbols of the whole genre: Wonder Woman.  And make no mistake, Wonder Woman started off as, and should still be viewed as, an icon of progressive feminism in the media.


You see, Wonder Woman's creator was a man named William Moulton Marston.  That name sound familiar?  If you're a psychology major, it might.  Marston helped to develop the lie detector, a concept that he would apply to fiction in the form of Wonder Woman's magic lasso, which forced people to tell the truth.  Marston was himself far ahead of his time when it came to womens' rights, in fact he himself believed that women were superior to men.

 Under Marston's pen, Wonder Woman was every bit the equal to her fellow super heroes of the time, like Superman, and other writers realized this.  Wonder Woman was written into the Justice Society of America comics where she worked along side pretty much all the other popular super heroes of the day.

Realistically, comics were never exactly short on women, but they were often displayed in unfortunate contexts.  For one, there were often distaff counterparts, made into love interests for otherwise confirmed bachelor characters like Batman (more on that later).  Some characters came with their own distaff counterparts built into their stories, Hawkman for instance has nearly always had a "Hawkgirl" present in his life, who in his own series was relatively his equal (though I find it shameful that she was still referred to as HawkGIRL, when the first holder of the name was a grown woman at least in her mid-30's).  When they appeared in other books alongside each other, she was treated as a sidekick at best, and a burden at worst.  For example, while Hawkman was made a member of the Justice League of America shortly after its inception in 1960, Hawkgirl was initially denied membership, and didn't get inducted herself until the 70's.

I love how in this panel, the Atom seems to know this is bullshit.
Aside from being distaff counterparts, female superheroes (and villains) for a long time seemed to only fill one other role, and if you picked up a comic at any time in your life, you know what it is.


Yeah, that's the really sad thing here.  Not that a little T&A is a bad thing necessarily, but most of the time it has just amounted to any attempts at character development being shoved aside in favor of eye candy.  What's worse is that comic writers often don't know how to write female characters.  Not that it should be hard, you write a character, just make her a woman, but somehow that woman part must be confusing.  This has led to such unsavory events as the original Ms. Marvel, Carol Danvers, falling in love with her rapist (who was also her son, it's complicated) in Avengers #200.

That's an extreme example though, and while they were almost always eye candy at the same time, there were quite a few very dynamic female characters too.  Take the She-Hulk for instance.  As pointed out to me in Bob Chipman's latest Big Picture video, she is a remarkably subversive character in a lot of ways.

You see, She-Hulk's thing is that she needed a blood transfusion once, but the only viable donor was her cousin, Bruce Banner, secretly the Incredible Hulk.  Luckily for her though, instead of being stuck with Bruce's problem of turning into a monster whenever he gets angry (which in the hands of an awful writer, could have turned into a thinly veiled PMS metaphor), she can change into a super strong, if green, Amazonian beauty at will.  Even better, she has no apparent negative repercussions for choosing to embrace this change(also dodging the Eve/Pandora metaphors).  Instead, in her daily life, we see her getting more and more self confident in her normal form.  A confidence she retains when she goes time without being the She-Hulk.


So, we have our ups and we have our downs, and so it goes right up to today, back and forth.  An obvious T&A character for every interesting and dynamic one.  While this problem might never go away, because unfortunately comic books will probably always be viewed as a medium exclusively for young boys and weirdo aging male fans like me, even though that was never really strictly true, I think recent characters like Kamala are a good indication that progress has been made.  Also, there's Gail Simone's eternally awesome Birds of Prey series.  Go find every issue of that you can.

One more I think worth mentioning is a character named Maxine Hunkel, aka Cyclone, who was introduced in the pages of Justice Society of America in the 00's.  Maxine is interesting to me because she is one of the few instances in comics of a character being portrayed with realistic depression.  Instead of brooding, like heroes were wont to do after the mid-80's, Maxine was a cheerful and friendly person to nearly everybody, but spent most of her time alone.  She didn't take her troubles out on anybody, and she had her meltdowns in private.  Her struggle was made more real to us as readers based on how she hid it.  For me personally, this meant a lot, because she was a character I could really relate to based on this one thing we had in common.  It's the little things that make a character, and I think more writers could stand to add small touches like that.


While there have been women in superhero comics for as long as there have been superhero comics, it took a lot longer for us to get any explicitly non-hetero characters.  That doesn't mean, though, that the subtext wasn't there.  It just means it wasn't text yet, and for that, we're going back to Wonder Woman.

Remember how I said that William Moulton Marsten had some very progressive views on gender for the 40's?  Well, his ideas on sexuality were also ahead of his time.  He spent most of his adult life in a polyamorous relationship with his wife, Elizabeth, and another woman named Olive Byrne.  Several people pointed out that part of this may have subtextually found its way into his writing, as Wonder Woman, after all, comes from an island of effectively immortal women who went hundreds of years without having any contact with men.  Paradise Island would have been homo-normative just out of necessity if nothing else.  This isn't the only way that Marsten inserted his thoughts on sexuality into his comics either.  He had some interesting ideas about the place of dominance in relationships, and drew a lot of subtextual bondage scenes into his comics.


But we were still a long way off from an explicit gay or lesbian character in comics, and indeed the time came where even subtext would be challenged.  Remember when I said that comics would some times add distaff counterparts to established heroes?  Well, you see in 1954, a German psychiatrist and all around fear mongering jerk named Fredric Wertham published a book called Seduction of the Innocent in which he accused comic books of all sorts of things, among them that Batman and Robin were covertly corrupting little boys into a "depraved" homosexual lifestyle.  Where he got that idea is anybody's guess.


Today, we see allegations like this as absurd and generally dumb for even mentioning, but DC Comics had a great big freak out over it and introduced a character named Kathy Kane to act as a love interest for Bruce Wayne, and to be Batwoman as Batman's counterpart.  She used a utility purse filled with things like weaponized mirrors and lipstick.  I'm being dead fucking serious right now.


The fear of homosexuality in comic books, which I like to refer to as "The Rainbow Scare," was kicked off in a lot of ways by Wertham's book.  Also, in 1954, the Comics Code Authority was founded, and they, until basically 2011, were the final word on what could and could not be in a comic book.  This meant restrictions on violence, dark themes, and any mention of homosexuality at all until (are you ready) 1989.

The first openly gay character that I know of in superhero comics came two years after the ban was lifted.  His name is Hartley Rathaway, aka The Pied Piper.  He was once a Flash villain, but by the time of his coming out, had given up a life of crime to become an activist and part time ally of Wally West, the third Flash.  At one time, during a roof top conversation, specifically about the sexuality of super villains for some reason, the Piper mentions that he's gay to Wally.  As far as I can tell, while Wally seems freaked out, this was meant to be treated as not a big deal really and the Piper seemed to go on with his supporting role quite normally after this, until a whole bunch of weird shit happened to him in Countdown to Final Crisis over a decade later.  I'll call that a late, but decent enough start.


For a while, it seemed like the only other gay character we had in comics, and the only gay hero, was a Marvel character named Northstar.  Northstar was a mutant and a member of Alpha Flight (think the X-Men's Canadian sister team).  He was actually originally introduced in 1979, and his creator John Byrne has stated since that he originally conceived of Northstar, real name Jean-Paul Baubier, as being gay the whole time, but between the CCA and Marvel editor-in-chief Jim Shooter insisting that homosexuality doesn't exist in the Marvel Universe, it wasn't until 1992 that he was allowed to say it.  And say it he did, in an epic pre-punchout stance that only 90's superhero comics could deliver.  After his big, epic coming out Northstar got a lot of publicity.  He got to join the X-men, got his own mini series that sold pretty well, and was just generally high profile.  He even got married to his partner in 2012.  All in all, I'd say the long term handling in universe was good enough, but on the outside it was hard to escape the feeling that this once fairly obscure character was now so prevalent so that we could point out that we had a high profile gay character.  It's like saying "I have a gay friend, and he says it's okay."  As a friend of mine once stated, "It's like that's his power now."  And indeed, I have to admit, I can't remember what his power is off the top of my head.  But that's growing pains.  As we'll see when we get to race, on the way to responsible representation, there's going to be some clunkers.

Oh, yeah, and his big coming out was a "very special issue" about AIDS.  Dammit Marvel, you had one job!


But, progress is progress, and before too long we got a character that is not only a complex and nuanced character, but is also one of my favorite characters of all time: Renee Montoya, The Question.

Renee was actually first introduced in Batman: The Animated Series as a detective on the Gotham police force.  She was quickly introduced to the comics, and in 2003 became one of the main characters of Gotham Central, a police procedural comic.  It was in the pages of Gotham Central, under the pen of Greg Rucka, that she got publicly outed by Two-Face, who had been stalking her.  After this, she faced estrangement from her Catholic family, a struggle that I know is all too real for a lot of gays and lesbians in the real world.  That, coupled with a number of other tragedies, left her an alcoholic mess when it came time for her to appear in one of my all time favorite comic book series, 52.

In 52, Renee is chosen by Vic Sage, the first Question, to take up his mantle after he dies, which turns out to be soon, as he has lung cancer.  Renee grows a lot over the course of the series.  She has an crisis after failing to stop a suicide bomber in Khandaq, she faces down a cult devoted to the worship of evil, and she becomes attached to Vic, only to watch him die horribly, but she comes out the other end as the hero Vic knew she could be.

52 also introduced Renee's on again/off again girlfriend, Kate Kane, the new Batwoman.  I like to imagine that Greg Rucka and company made Batwoman a lesbian as a huge middle finger to the entire Rainbow Scare of the 50's.  Renee and Kate went on the have major roles in the Batman books, Final Crisis, and several other stories until they were apparently snuffed from existence after the continuity reboot in 2011.  It's really unfortunate, they were great characters.


Speaking of the reboot, in the lead up to it DC started hinting that after it, one of their classic favorites would be gay.  Personally, my money was on Wonder Woman, but I was quite wrong.  No, it was none other then the Green Lantern!

...kinda.

It wasn't the most popular Green Lantern, that Ryan Reynolds portrayed in that awful movie, and it wasn't the Black Green Lantern that everybody knew from that awesome Justice League cartoon.  It was Alan Scott, the original Green Lantern from the 40's, one of the oldest superheroes period.

In the comic featuring him, Earth-2, Alan Scott, de-aged through the power of reboot, loses his long time boyfriend in the first issue, which sets off the plot of the entire comic.  In-universe, Alan's homosexuality is treated by most characters as a non-issue, but that was not the case in the real world.  A lot of small minded people were very upset at this change.  "Why can't you just make a new character to make gay?" they asked.  More on things like that later, but I thought the process was an interesting parallel to what the process of coming out in real life might be like.  In spite, or maybe because of the controversy, Earth-2 has been a major seller for DC ever since, and for good reason.  It's a very good series, and I'd highly suggest picking it up.  The first few volumes are available in hard back and totally worth it.


For the record, to my knowledge there is yet to be a transgender superhero.  Maybe some day soon.

If female characters in comics had their up and downs and gay ones were a long time coming, the treatment of ethnic minorities in comics was an uphill battle the whole way, and in a number of places, nothing short of embarrassing.

You see, we get back to that whole problem of most comic book authors being white men, and when they started to realize, "Crap, we have no ethnic diversity in our comics!" a lot of what we got were hastily thrown together ethnic stereotypes.  Want a good example?  Remember the old Super Friends cartoon?  In their attempt to have more diversity they added a Black, an Asian, a Native American, and a Latino superhero to their roster.  Cool, right?  What were their names?


...Oh.

Dammit, guys, really!? ONE. JOB.

But, as much as I want to rant about this, I'm not here to talk about old cartoons, I'm here to talk about comics.

The earliest Black hero I can think of is named...sigh...Black Panther, and he's the prince of the African Wakanda tribe.  He was first published in 1966 (for the record, predating the founding of the Black Panther Party).  As iffy as that all sounds, he did have a lot of interesting stories.  Too many to list, actually, but he was fairly high profile and was a major member of The Avengers for a while (don't be shocked if he gets a movie eventually).

Over time, we got more and more Black heroes.  If you saw the new Captain America movie, you met Falcon, who was just as awesome in the comics.  He was introduced in 1969.  Also, if you watched that previously mentioned awesome Justice League cartoon, you met John Stewart, The Green Lantern.  In the comics he starts off as more of a...deputy I guess to Hal Jordan, but he's had some really good series since.  He was introduced in 1971.  Then there's Black Lightning (also better then he sounds), and he was introduced in 1977, with his own ongoing series.

But, the most enduring Black superhero seems to be Victor Stone, aka Cyborg.  He was first introduced in 1980, and is most famous for being a member of the Teen Titans, one of the most popular comic book series ever.  Cyborg was a very interesting character.  He was divided between going into science like his father or going to college on a football scholarship.  He and his father had just had a big fight about it, when a lab accident happened, that left Victor seriously injured.  But, applying those old science skills, Victor's father managed to fashion some sweet sci-fi prosthetics that cover about 60% of his body.  Victor isn't as thrilled about this change as I would be, and a lot of his conflict is based on his thinking he needs to struggle to maintain his humanity.  Cyborg has remained a popular character since then, and after the 2011 reboot, was canonically a founding member of the Justice League.  He'll even be in the upcoming movie Superman vs. Batman: Dawn of Justice, or as one of my favorite vloggers calls it "Man of Steel 2: Sorry About Man of Steel 1."


There have been a lot of high profile Black superheroes since then.  Most of them awesome, some of them not so much.  On the awesome side, I'd love to mention Michael Holt, the second Mister Terrific from the pages of JSA, and John Henry Irons, another tech based hero that's so awesome that he got to be Superman's replacement for a while.

So, while still grossly underepresented, there are still plenty of Black superheroes to choose from.  What about other ethnic groups?  Not as much, usually.

There are next to no Asian heroes I can think of.  A few Asian villains, most of whom were unfortunate stereotypes like Lady Shiva or The Mandarin.  Jubilee from the X-Men is supposed to be Chinese, but as happens WAY too often, a lot of artists forget that and straight up depict her as white.  Ryan Choi, the third Atom is also Chinese, and he got one or two good stories, but is almost always overshadowed by his mentor, Ray Palmer.  There's also Katana of The Outsiders, who had some decent character development in spite of initially seeming to be little more than a Japanese stereotype.

Certainly the most dynamic example I can think of is Cassandra Cain, the third Batgirl, whose mother was Lady Shiva, making her half Chinese.  Cassandra is often stated to be one of if not the best martial artist in the DCU because she was brought up to read body language as a first language.  She gets a lot of great arcs about struggling to relate to a world she seems distant and cold in and coming to grips with being raised to be an assassin.  She also got a really dumb arc where she turned into a stereotypical evil Asian dragon-lady for a while.  You win some, you lose some.


Until recently, Latinos didn't fair much or any better.  The earliest example I can think of doesn't even come until 1996 with a Mexican-American character named Aztek.  I know it doesn't sound great, but I get the sense that his writer, the legendary Grant Morrison had big ideas for the character.  Sadly, the book got canceled before he could see it through.  There's also Kendra Saunders, the second Hawkgirl (a teenager when first introduced, so I'll let the "girl" part slide), who was introduced in 1999.  She's stated as being half Latina, though what nationality is never made clear.  Things got better in the 2000s, though, with Renee Montoya, who I already talked about, who is Dominican, and another favorite of mine, Jaime Reyes, the third Blue Beetle.

Jaime is a Mexican-American teenager living in El Paso, Texas, and he was first introduced for Infinite Crisis in 2006.  He makes use of a strange scarab-shaped machine that melded itself to his back to fly, be super strong, and produce a fantastic array of weapons and armor.  His first on going is a great series, full of all kinds of fun stuff like magic, space travel, and beating up aliens with sticks.  It was also bilingual.  Jaime would speak Spanish at home with his parents, and English with his friends and other superheroes.  I always thought that was a lovely touch that added a lot, as that's how a lot of immigrant families really do live.  Jaime proved to be a really popular character, appearing on TV several time in Batman the Brave and the Bold, Young Justice, and Smallville.  He even was reportedly going to get his own TV show, but I haven't heard anything about it in years.  I think they decided to do Arrow instead.  Meh.


 Shamefully, literally the only Native American heroes I can think of are Super Chief, who appeared and died in the span of one issue of 52 and Manitou Raven, an Apache Chief expy (even though Manitou in an Algonquain word) who had a minor role in JLA: Obsidian Age and Justice League Elite.  Boooooo!!  Boooooo!!

If you're noticing that a lot of these characters are legacies, like the THIRD Blue Beetle, the SECOND Question, the THIRD Batgirl, don't be too alarmed.  As far as I can tell, comic writers don't actually think that minority characters can't stand up on their own without the help of a white predecessor.  It's a copyright thing.  Companies don't want to make new aliases, just put new characters on the ones they already have the guaranteed rights to.  Pretty much ALL new characters since the 80's have been legacy characters.

Which brings us back to our new friend Kamala Khan.

Kamala got her moniker from a woman named Carol Danvers, the last Ms. Marvel, seen here.


Now, if you've noticed that Carol is a busty, blonde woman who couldn't be farther from Kamala's shy, demure Pakistani-American teenager, then you've started to realize what can make this story so great.

One of Kamala's earliest struggles is thinking that superheroines are supposed to look like Carol.  She wished so much to look like her, that her yet unstable powers made it happen.  Kamala ends up going through a crisis of identity, and deciding that being a hero just like Carol doesn't mean that she has to look just like her.

 
And so the story of Kamala has been going.  A girl torn between her strict Muslim upbringing at home, and her fangirlish love of superheroes.  Facing a struggle of both personal and cultural identity, a struggle that for a lot of people is very real.  And that I think is a good word for Kamala: real.  She's no stereotype or token, but a fascinating and dynamic character.  An honest representation of a lot of people in the real world, just with stretchy powers.

So, in the march towards representation in superhero comics, how are we doing?  I'd say we're getting there WAY TOO DAMN SLOW...but we're getting there.  Like I said, representation is important, because it removes a feeling of "otherness," and I think we've all felt "other" at some point in our lives.  As time marches on, I hope more and more artists realize that there really is no "other."  That we are all human beings with real struggles and stories just waiting to be told.  We don't need a quota and we don't need an excuse.

At least that's my take on it.  Feel free to tell me yours.  Thanks for reading all that, folks.

-Jimmy

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Having Intellectually Honest Conversations in Times of Tragedy

In the triumphant return of news you don't need me to tell you, tragedy struck the California beachside community of Isla Vista this week when Elliot Rodger, 22, killed six of his fellow UCSB students on Friday night.  Rodger had apparently written a lengthy manifesto which voiced his contempt for nearly everybody, but particularly high-lighted his hatred of women and his desire to see them suffer.

It says a lot of the post-9/11, post-Columbine world that I grew up in that when I heard this my sadness was not coupled with surprise at all.  Shootings like this have become such common-place during my lifetime that once the smoke cleared and our national grieving had begun to subside it wasn't hard for me to predict the flow of events to follow.

Predictably, we all start to ask ourselves, "How could this happen? What could we have done to prevent this?  What makes these things keep happening?"  They're questions we've asked ourselves many times before now, and the search for answers always turns into a shit-show.  One person proposes a thought, another person sees that thought as an affront to their lifestyle, shots are fired one way or another, and we collectively find ourselves off-topic.  Wash.  Rinse.  Repeat.

Exhausting, isn't it?

Before I go on, I want to say that I have no answers.  I am no psychologist or sociologist or statistician and I don't know where these things keep coming from, what can or should be done to prevent them, and what it might mean for the rest of us.  I do, however, know when a conversation isn't happening.  I know that nobody, or at least most people, don't want to use the suffering of other people as an excuse to intrude unnecessarily on the lives of others.  I know that we need to stop this self obsessed "the thing I enjoy or agree with is very definitely not to blame" bullshit and listen.

The obvious instance of this intellectual dead end is the gun control argument.  In the interest of full disclosure, I suppose I should say that I'm not a gun person myself, but also that I'm not taking a stance on the argument here.  Let me say that again I AM NOT HERE TO SAY THAT WE NEED TO START TAKING GUNS AWAY FROM EVERYBODY, but the fact that I need to make that disclaimer so big is indicative of the problem.

Inevitably in these things, one of the early questions asked is "Where did the weapon come from?"  This question is usually met with a huge collective outcry of "They're trying to take our guns!  Don't take our guns!" or, indeed as we heard today from former McCain campaign mascot Samuel Wurzelbacher (aka Joe the Plumber) "Your dead kids don't trump my constitutional rights."  This kind of automatic defensiveness is damaging to the conversation.  The gun control argument is a complicated and nuanced one, with plenty of twists and turns and the second amendment smack dab in the middle.  But, in situations like this, where every attempt at dialogue has been shut down, no progress can be made on either side.  No conversation is had in a public forum about the every potential implication and angle here.  We have hit an intellectual dead-end.


Here's another example, more pertinent to this particular set of killings. 


Because the killer expressed such profound hatred of women, it has been proposed that his actions are the extreme but inevitable result of the rampant misogyny that permeates our cultural landscape.


This idea too, has been met with a great deal of fearful hostility.  Instead of talking like adults about even the possibility that there might be harmful things innate in our culture that are worth phasing out, many have responded that this theory is some part of a sweeping feminist agenda to phase out "traditional masculinity" or something like that.  Instead of talking about where this killer might have picked up his brutal misogyny, we instead find ourselves in a different argument all together, wherein people afraid of even the possibility of slight cultural change sling childish insults, which get slung back, and, look, we're collectively off topic again.



Here's one that hits close for me.  

We probably all remember the 2012 Aurora shooting, wherein James Eagan Holmes killed 12 people in an Aurora, Colorado theater at a midnight showing the Dark Knight Rises, which I myself attended a midnight showing of in Vermillion on the same night.  The kicker?  Holmes was dressed as The Joker.


I've been a life-long fan of comic books, action movies, and nerd ephemera of all sorts, and I've spent my whole life dealing with allegations that these things I love breed violence in impressionable minds.  I've always dismissed these allegations as the ignorant venom spitting of people too far separated by generation or interest to understand what that stuff means to me. 


But, when a mad man clearly inspired by something I love shoots and kills real people in the real world?  That's called a connection.  One that I still have a hard time dealing with, in spite of my enduring love of all things Batman.  


Now, I trust that held up under the scrutiny of public conversation, by beloved funny-books would be found basically innocent of wrong-doing, but we never got to have that conversation.  That conversation was blocked by people like me.  People afraid that talking about the potential implications of the things we loved might result in them changing, or going away all together.  I think now that that was the wrong way to handle it.


It is time for us, as adults in the first world, to not be babies about people questioning the things we're used to.  When peoples' lives are on the line, no stone should be un-turnable.  We need to be able to listen, and respond back calmly to cultural critiques and criticism, and when it comes time for our half of the argument, we need to believe that things we're defending can hold up on their own merits.


And if they can't?  Maybe it is time for a change.


It is time for us to stop being a culture of defensive yelling and posturing and start being one of listening and considering.  That's how progress is made.


-Jimmy

Monday, March 17, 2014

Last Thoughts on Fred Phelps

By this point, I assume that you're not hearing this first from me, but for those unaware, Fred Phelps, the viciously hateful founder of the Westboro Baptist Church is on hospice care and very close to death.  If you don't think you've heard of Phelps or his church, let me refresh your memory.  The WBC are a group, comprised mostly of Fred's own family who travel across America, protesting the funerals of soldiers, murdered children, and various other high profile people, holding up signs that say things like "God Hates Fags" and "Thank God for Dead Soldiers."  Suffice it to say, they do not have very many fans.

You see, Fred Phelps and his "church" believe that things like 9/11, the Iraq War, and school shootings are the United States punishment, sent directly from God, for the U.S. treating homosexuals, and other groups that Phelps considers loathsome, like they're you know, human beings.  The WBC thinks that in a civilized society, such people would be put to death in the street.

Like I said, not a lot of fans of the WBC, and now that Fred Phelps is approaching his final days, I and many other people I imagine, find ourselves with confusing feelings.  It is tempting to celebrate the death for Fred Phelps, to dance on his grave and sing merry songs at the hour of his passing.  It is tempting to cheer, "Ding, dong, the witch is dead!"  But is that the thing to do?  Would celebrating his passing reduce us to his level?  Of course it's wrong to speak ill of the dead, but it's that particular social taboo that Fred Phelps committed his life too, and numerous people suffered for it.  So, what is a guy to do?

Let us not mince words or anything, Fred Phelps was a monster.  He committed his life to antagonizing people at their loved one's funerals, which doubtlessly tortured many a grieving widow or mother in a way that served to augment their suffering.  Beyond that, Phelps was a disbarred lawyer and had fair knowledge of the workings of the law, and used that to his advantage.  Anytime that someone would try to take action, legal or otherwise, to end the WBC's protests, they would find themselves on the losing end of a legal dispute that would end in the WBC taking their money and using it to fund more hate campaigns.

What is there not to celebrate at the loss of this man?  What reason could there be to mourn instead of cheer?

After wrestling with this for a bit, I decided that there something to mourn here.  Certainly not the loss of Fred and his actions, but a life wasted using its energy to hate instead of love.

I believe that every human being has the capacity for love and compassion, and that it's in forsaking that capacity that we inflict suffering of each other.  Fred Phelps dedicated his life to hatred, causing suffering wherever he went, and the true tragedy here is that he made it through his entire life ignoring the basic human capacity to care.  Somewhere inside of Fred Phelps and every other human being lies the ability to do good by showing compassion, and if Fred had put even a fraction of his energy into that, he could have done some real good for himself and the people around him.

We should not consider the passing for Fred Phelps a chance for celebration, we should consider a rare opportunity to show love and compassion to someone we could basically all consider an enemy.  It is a chance to show forgiveness, even toward a monster.  It is a chance to show the remaining Fred Phelpses of the world, that our love is stronger than their hate.

So, soon, when Fred Phelps passes away, excommunicated from his church, estranged from his children, and universally loathed by virtually everyone in America, instead of cheering the beginning of a world without him, I will mourn the loss of a life wasted hating.



Jimmy

Friday, January 10, 2014

The End of an Era: What the New Millennium's Allman Brothers Band has Meant to Me

A few days ago, Warren Haynes and Derek Trucks, two of my personal favorite guitar players, announced that they were leaving the Allman Brothers Band, after twenty-five and fifteen years, respectively, with the group.  This news comes on the eve of the band's 45th anniversary, a milestone that the two seemingly decided a long time ago would be their last hurrah with the band.  Both men have put out outstanding albums in the last year with their other projects (Haynes made the double album Shout with Gov't Mule and Trucks made Made Up Mind with The Tedeschi Trucks band, both are awesome, check them out) and promise to keep making music with their other groups in the future.

So, why should I be so melancholy over this?  It's been ten years since a new ABB album, after all and in most still touring classic rock bands. the role that these men would be playing would be under selling their talents.  In an alternate universe where they ended up in the sallow husk of a cover band that is what's left of Lynyrd Skynyrd, maybe nobody would have noticed how good they were in the first place.  But they're not in most still touring classic rock bands, they're in the Allman Brothers, which means that albums or not, they've still been able to explore their own artistry in this band and I've gotten to reap the benefits by hearing it.  Maybe I should back up forty-five years or so to educate the uninitiated and maybe you'll be sympathetic to my woes.

ABB classic put out its self-titled first album in 1969.  The band at the time was made up of Gregg Allman on vocals and organ, Berry Oakley on bass, Butch Trucks and Jaimoe Johanson on drums, and two of the most creative guitarists of their era, which is saying something, Duane Allman and Dickey Betts, whose styles both contrasted and complemented each other.  Duane Allman is still today heralded as a slide guitar genius, his style had a seamless, blues-derived fluidity that earned him the undying respect of no less than Eric Clapton.  Betts, by contrast, boasted a style that one could see as having more to do with country music, but still rooted in the best of heavy blues music.  Together the two men formed a fascinating dual guitar harmonization and counterpoint style, which when put together with the rest of the band was nothing short of hypnotizing.




While the Allman Brothers Band's first two albums were brilliant in their own way, it wasn't until the release of their 1971 live album At Filmore East that anybody really noticed.  The album took some of their already long and complex songs like "Whippin' Post" and extended them into 20 + minute jams that allowed Duane and Dickey to showcase the full extent of their creativity.

Duane Allman died in October 1971, and while the band's actual commercial peak didn't come until a couple years later, The Allman Brother's Band classic is not what I'm here to discuss.  Duane Allman and Dickey Betts are legends among guitar players, and their role in making rock guitar playing what it is can't be diminished, but they are not the guitar gods that I grew up worshiping.  They set the ground work for what I got to watch happen in my life time.  For my closest guitar heroes, Warren Haynes and Derek Trucks.

When the Allman Brothers Band got back together in 1989, they had a few spots to fill, among them, the theoretical "Duane Allman" guitar spot.  Dickey Betts suggested the second guitarist from his band at the time, Warren Haynes, and the rest of the band agreed.

Warren Haynes has always kind of been known as a man who can play anything, a true guitar scientist who can work wherever he's needed.  He started his career in 1980 in the backing band for country singer David Allan Coe before being picked up by Betts, and he had little problem filling the spot of Duane Allman, who he emulated and admired, but he's not a musical parrot either.  In the first three studio albums put out post reunion, 1990's Seven Turns, 1991's Shades of Two Worlds, and 1994's Where It All Begins, you can hear him not only add a progressively unique style to everything he touches, but you can see him grow into an excellent singer and songwriter too.

Warren has never let himself grow complacent.  In 1995, he and fellow ABB alum, bassist Allen Woody, along with former Dickey Betts Band drummer Matt Abts formed the power trio throwback Gov't Mule, which still records and tours today as one of the most popular jam bands working (now as a four piece, following Woody's death).  In addition he makes numerous guest appearances and solo outings and seems to be the go-to guy to fill an absent Jerry Garcia spot in any Grateful Dead related happenings.  In spite of this, he's never come across as a man who doesn't have the energy for whatever thing he's doing at the time, and he's always managed to show what a musician and an artist he is with the Allman Brothers or wherever else he might be at the time.


Warren stepped away from the band for a short time in the late 90's, and for a while the Allman Brothers Band was somewhat in flux.  In 1999, the "Duane" spot got filled by then nineteen year old Derek Trucks, nephew of drummer Butch Trucks, and by all measures a guitar prodigy.

While Warren Hayes is something of a stylistic chameleon, in the best way possible, Derek Trucks is a wholly unique presence in rock music.  He's always admitted that Duane Allman was a primary influence on him, and you can certainly hear it, but the way the Trucks plays the slide guitar is damn near revolutionary in its own right, as much reminiscent of the jazz greats like saxophonist John Coltrane as it is to the classics of blues slide guitar like Elmore James.  He's astonishingly creative and never repeats himself.

Like Warren, Derek Trucks has always maintained other projects on top of the ABB.  He formed The Derek Trucks Band in 1996, three years before even joining the Allmans, and put out an album with that group every year or so like clockwork until 2011, when he switched his focus to The Tedeschi Trucks Band, a collaboration with his wife, Susan Tedeschi, and a huge nine-piece backing band.  In addition, he's performed with the likes of Bob Dylan and Eric Clapton.


Dickey Betts left the band amid some mysterious falling out in 2000, and the two guitarists I admire most would finally end up together in one place when Warren jumped in to take his place.  This left Derek Trucks in the "Duane" spot and Warren Haynes in the "Dickey" spot.  I use quotes because those are arbitrary designations when working with musicians of this caliber.  From the second they were in these positions, these two musicians owned them completely.  Want proof?  I highly recommend 2003's Hittin' the Note, the first studio album the two appear on together.  The album is all together excellent and leaves the entire band sounding fresh and creative, including Gregg Allman, who sounded more alive in 2003 then he did in 1990. 


While Hittin' the Note was excellent I consider it a warm up for what came next.  Unquestionably one of my all-time favorite albums, 2004's double live album One Way Out, which came out just in time for me to get my first guitar.  It became my bible.

There it was, in my life time.  I was a big classic rock fan, and even ten years ago most of the classic rock bands had burnt out or changed line ups to the point of being little more than an official cover band.  But these guys were real modern day guitar heroes to me, who were putting out multiple projects and touring constantly.  The hooks were in deep and there was no escape.  

And at first glance, that would seem to be it, as no other albums of new material were released by the ABB before this January's announcement.  But that wasn't it.  This was the twenty-first century, the age of Youtube and online archives, and I've been able to have the pleasure of hunting down live footage of the Allman Brothers on a regular basis.  I've been able to see how the solos and sets change from night to night, I've gotten to watch these guys branch out and change, to explore new styles and interests both with ABB and their other projects.  Two of the most influential guitarists of my life time have been playing together for the past fourteen years, and I've gotten to hear it as much as I've wanted to, which is a lot.

So, while I look forward to hearing what these two giants of their instrument put out in the future, and I hope that they still play together from time to time, one of the most exciting musical partnerships of my life time will come to an end after this year, and I'm sad to see them go.  I guess I always have the archives.



A Nerd of Many Colors

I suppose there comes a time in everybody's life when he or she thinks that his or her thoughts or interests are important enough for somebody else to want to read, and with every interest now having a community brought together by the interwebs, a lot of these people have been right in thinking this.  Maybe I'm overestimating myself here a little bit, but here I am, hoping to be counted among those the the collective internet consciousness deems worth reading.  I guess you can blame it on my frustration with the good old-fashioned physical world and the people I encounter in it.  Don't get me wrong I love all the people in my life very much, but I'm overflowing with the kinds of hobbies and interests that one amasses by spending his formative years as a reclusive introvert, and I find that trying to share these interests conversationally all too often results in glassy eyed disinterest.  Not that I can blame anybody for such a reaction, but it left me in need of an outlet for sharing my thoughts on the various nerd cultures that I dip my toes into, and to that end here we are in the Magpie Nest.


For anybody who doesn't know what a magpie is, it's this little black and white bird that's famous for picking up shiny and colorful objects from wherever it can find them and adding them to its nest.  In this way, I've grown up amassing interests and hobbies that seem shiny and colorful to me at the time and cultivating them.  Most of these interests and hobbies fall into categories that get lumped into the umbrella of the greater "nerd" culture, which in the new nerd dominated twentieth century can basically just means anything that you enjoy un-ironically.  This all leaves me with a fairly broad wheelhouse to work in, and I want it to be that way.  If I accomplish nothing more through this than finding a few more people to discuss these interests with, then mission accomplished.  To give any of you readers an idea of what we might be working with, here's a list of things that you might find me talking about and what they mean to me.  

Classical Music

What most of the world refers to as classical music, or western art music if we wish to discern it from music specifically from the classical period, is somewhat beyond being just an interest or hobby and is my chosen major (in the form of trombone performance) and thus, hopefully, my chosen profession.  It is also an art form that, probably always, but especially in the last hundred years or so has developed a reputation for being somewhat, well, up its own ass, to the point that it's primarily enjoyed by the musicians who make it and bored rich people who don't quite full grasp it.  And while that reputation is not entirely unearned, I hope to disavow the shit out of that notion.  After all, if a simple rural Nebraskan like myself can develop such a love for it, I there's more accessibility there than many people realize.  Most of the personal experience type blog stuff might fall here, as get out and play in various contexts with other musicians.

From a trombone recital I put on in April 2013.

Rock Music

I've read in ancient history books of a time where rock and roll music ruled the world, but by the time I was old enough to care, with the exception of post-grunge ear torture, rock music was mostly a niche market kept alive my nostalgia more than any new interest.  Now, of course, that's not strictly true and it's had its ups and downs, but for the most part, being a rock fan, at least in the way I was, was not normal or main stream for a person my age.  I couldn't help it though, I got my first guitar when I was 14 and never looked back.  While I don't play in a rock band anymore, I was in and out of quite a few for a while, and I still love to get out and play when I can.  Of course, "rock" is such a broad term, but I'll elaborate music more in future.
Me and my telecaster in 2011. Note the Who shirt.

Comic Books

I think I was five or six when I got shown this big box of old comics that had just been chilling in grandma's house for several years.  I think they had belonged to my uncle when he was growing up, and as I'm not sure what happened to them, I think he may have reclaimed them at some point, but I was hooked when I had them.  I remember that there was some real classics in there, like the classic The New Teen Titans books, some of the old JLA/JSA crossovers including the famous The Flash of Two Worlds, and the bronze age Green Lantern/Green Arrow books where they walk across America getting all political.  I remember this was just after the Superfriends re-runs started airing on Cartoon Network, and I thought these comics were just the coolest things I had ever seen, and would think so even more in the near future when my mind would be blown by Batman the Animated Series.  I've been a big DC comics fan ever since, in spite of all the dumb moves they've made lately, and of course my love is big enough for super hero comics everywhere.  

The cover of The Flash of Two Worlds

Films, Anime and Video Games

While I hardly qualify as knowing enough about these things to stand up next to the huge numbers of people who are already critiquing them, I will not hesitate to talk about them when I have something to say.  I've always loved these things, including and especially fantasy and science fiction offerings, and while I don't have all the time to devote to them, especially gaming, that I would like to have, they're still an active part of my life.
I know it's over two years old now, but I've never gotten over Skyrim.

Religion and Politics

For now I'll save any political stuff for the future, but really quickly on religion, while I was raised in a fairly religious environment, I have taken a wholly secular personal belief system and would likely identify as an atheist or agnostic depending on what day you ask me.  This all gets especially interesting, in that I still like church and hymns and tradition and prayer.  I've especially taken an interest in a prayer style in the manor of Taize, which has allowed my travel opportunities and built me a network of friends from all sorts of fascinating religious backgrounds.
 Me with one of many of my good friends and travel companions outside of Taize, France in 2011.


And I suppose that will do it.  The regularly scheduled sharing will likely commence tomorrow.  I look forward to it.  Thanks for reading everybody.  See you soon.