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country music, part II

December 13, 2006

And indeed. After a dozen more hours in the car marvelling at the poverty and the uniformity of country radio programming – and the near-absence of anything else – I rolled into Music City the day of the FCC public hearing on media consolidation and got to hear the whole story painted out in a thousand little fragments through the testimony of hundreds of people affected in very different ways by the whole business.

Country music stars testified that it has become impossible for new talent or new sounds to get play on the radio, that even the classic greats of country music don’t get play time: only those who are specifically groomed and prepared to reproduce radio country’s sound – and politics – have a chance. And those that are heard are heard incessantly: playlists repeat the same 15 hits over and over, whereas only a few years ago the standard range was 45 core songs.

Musicians and songwriters talked about the split economy of country music; the breach between the quality and diversity of what is being played and produced in little venues and on little labels on the one hand and what is being played on the radio on the other. And somehow, they say, a steady trickle of listeners manage to find them, bypassing the radio altogether in favor of internet, word of mouth, etc. But of course that requires money and time, limiting the possible audience and insulting the general public.

Small local radio operators talked about the impossibility of getting access to frequencies in the city, about how their frequencies were continually being colonized by larger stations with greater power, and that the law protects the large stations under the assumption that, being larger, they can afford a broader and more elaborated content. Thus most of the little and independent local stations – including some small-town ones which have constituted the principle public space in their remote rural areas for 50 years – are being shut down.
Listeners talked about the lack of local news or local information, the bombastic uniformity of political opinions expressed, the loss of public discussion, the tendency simply to turn the radio off and forget about what was once an important public space. They talk about the failure of big-radio to reflect local politics and tastes but also about the transmission of basic information, like tornado warnings and school events, that are essential to the very survival of the community.

Almost all reflect a ferocious sense of the public, the common. In a land of cars and highways the airwaves are the public space, more often than not the only public space. Its a weird kind of virtual common, but it works. It is gratifying to see so many people who know that, and who recognize the tremendous loss which the colonization of those spaces by monopolies represents.

After the testimonies of the music stars and the public there was a panel of media professionals: journalists, managers, editors. Some few – those working within big media corporations – pled for a loosening of what little anti-consolidation law remains, but most demonstrated, by appeals to the notion of the public, and to political plurality, and to the quality of art and journalism in a competitive environment, and to the great American tradition of meritocracy, that the consolidation of media has a greivous effect on the functioning both of art and of democracy.

And because Nashville is the home of the country music industry in all of its facets, and because country music is perhaps the genre most intensely affected by the artistic degradation and political censorship which monopoly medias have permitted, the spirit here is intense. A guy I was talking to in one of the breaks between sessions said that when the Dixie Chicks came to town last week there were throngs and throngs and throngs of people there to cheer them on as the icon of the other country, the real country, the supressed but surviving outlaw-rebel-laugh-in-their-faces kind of country.

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rural sensibilities

November 28, 2006

Sitting at a table with a bunch of talkative leftist boys in Manhattan, one of them begins to regale us with a tale of adventure: a drive across Texas, a truck broken down a hundred miles from Amarillo, the impossibility of finding vegan food in the great American hinterlands. All listen with rapt complicity as our hero – embodying enlightened newyorkerdom – braves a barrage of country hicks and bad pizzas before finally being rescued by his environmental activist dad. Conclusion: got to be careful out there with those people.

If I have always found the smugness of the “progressive archipielago” (east and west coasts plus a smattering of urban centers across the midwest) politically ill-concieved and dangerous, after a couple of weeks in Eastern Kentucky I now simply find it repulsive.

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harlan confessions

November 28, 2006

Its time I confess why I came to Eastern Kentucky. Some years ago I saw Barbara Kopple’s classic film “Harlan County” and was struck not only by the heroism and intelligence of the mine strike it documents, but also by sense of legacy which it transmits: generation after generation of major strikes, a living sense of antagonism in a land where there is nothing to hide the naked brutality of of bodies crushed amassing capital for others. A legacy which has another side as well: the capacity to transform all that hardship and poverty, all that debt and abuse, those crystallized lungs and poisoned waters into the pure bright stream of Appalachian music.

So when in 2000 and again, especially, in 2004 I was from a distance trying to figure out what the hell was becoming of this country, the first electoral statistics I checked were Harlan County. How had the vivid legacy of coal-miners’ class consciousness been converted into that great swath of Republican red? Read the rest of this entry »

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steed

November 22, 2006

i’ve been told that i’ve been terribly remiss in including photographs. its true. here, at least, is a portrait of my trusty vehicle at the Alpine Motel in Abingdon, VA. i’ll upload more when i have some time and a better connection…

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colmena

November 17, 2006

Uno de los tipos que trabaja aquí es, además de cineasta, entusiasta de las abejas. Y de repente me parece el imagen ideal para este sitio: una colmena de actividad, que recoje las historias de las alrededores inmediatos y de ellas produce miel. El mundo-abeja es uno de un conocimiento íntimo y detallado del terreno de un radio de tres kilometros, no más, sus estaciones y lo que crece en cada rincón, más todos los vientos que le atreviesan. Y que produce, más que miel, la polenación: una relación vital y transformadora entre las cosas que crecen.

en este espiritu:
Community Correspondents Corps

Un proyecto dentro de la radio de Appalshop, el CCC básicamente da formación técnica y asesoramiento a personas locales que quieren hacer reportajes de radio sobre aspectos de la comunidad.

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minar imagenes

November 17, 2006

Unos apuntes más sobre la historia de Appal Shop, y correcciones de lo que decía antes.

En los años sesenta no era sólo un par de documentalistas quienes vinieron a Appalachia sino una auténtica invasión. Durante una temporada se conviertió en un tema estrella – la miseria de las montañas – y hordas de cámeras aparecieron para sacar estos imagines, tan conmovidores, de los niños mugrientos sentados en porches colapsados, comiendo tierra… Y por supuesto a muchos de la zona les pareció humillante verse convertido en espectaculo, y se generó un resentimiento muy fuerte a éstos de afuera que vinieron a destacar su pobreza. Y por supuesto este resentimiento sólo alimentó el mito de los hillbillies, atrasados y cerrados, xenofóbos y primitivos.

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letcher county pleno

November 14, 2006

El pleno fiscal de Letcher County.

Todo un escenario: un montón de gente aparece, todos en ropa de trabajo o muy casual, todos se saludan. El juez nos saluda, decimos el credo a la bandera, se leen las notas del pleno anterior, el juez pide delegaciones ciudadanas. Hay varias: si hay dinero para pagar una deuda de la guardaría, si se puede solicitar donaciones de carbón para la calefacción del museo local, si el tipo que trabaja de asesor económico al condado puede cambiar su contrato a tiempo parcial hasta enero ya que tiene otro compromiso, si se puede adelantar el dinero para el paga del sheriff para noviembre ya que hay un fallo administrativo y no ha cobrado, etc. Todo se resuelve en un tono muy conversacional, con mucho cuidado por la legalidad del enunciado final pero con una informalidad prágmatica y amistosa en el debate.

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welcome to appal shop

November 14, 2006

Hoy ha sido un gran día. He subido por las montañas del oeste de Virginia, esta zona en la que todas los nombres suenan de inumerables canciones, al corazón de la Appalachia minera. Montañas azules y bosques densos cruzados por las tortuosas vias del tren, el cielo luminoso y un crudo viento de invierno. Y he llegado a Whitesburg Kentucky, un pueblo mediano en los pliegues de la montaña, la mezcla ya habitual de MacDonalds y Exxon al lado de la carretera y edificios decadentes en el pueblo. En un edificio precioso de cedro, un poco apartado del centro del pueblo y al lado de un rio está el Appal Shop.

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country music

November 14, 2006

Driving South through Virginia one begins to pick up dozens of country stations on the radio.

“In my next thirty years” sings one: he looks in the mirror and makes his vows, that in the next 30 years he’ll take it slow and cherish the precious things. “Sometimes I thank God for the unanswered prayers” sings another as he meets, years later, the woman he was crazy about in high school and she’s not so great, and he realizes that all along it was God that really knew what was right for him. And innumerable songs about loving one’s wife, appreciating the simple things, remembering Grandpa, the joys of fatherhood, etc. An entire genre of music dedicated to growing older, accepting limits and settling in.

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entrevista con todd, de la ‘united workers organization’

November 12, 2006

Hoy he subido a Baltimore a conocer a Todd Cherkis, organizador de un grupo ‘United Workers Organization’; Maribel y Sebastián insistieron que le visitase por su amplio conocimiento del movimiento y su rebuen rollo.

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