Sunday Morning! “Lipstick Traces”
Last week, we wandered a few steps into the weeds when discussing the commonalities between the art of Paris in the 1920s and New York in the 1970s, so this week I decided to finally read Greil Marcus’s book “Lipstick Traces: A Secret History of the Twentieth Century”, a book that stretches out the tightrope connecting Dadaism in the Zurich Cabaret Voltaire in 1916 and Johnny Rotten on the Thames in 1977.
Marcus considers Mr. Rotten/ Lydon “perhaps the only truly terrifying singer rock’n’roll has ever known,” a pretty good sign the book was written long before the singer’s butter commercials. The book begins with Marcus’s attempt to make sense of the strange power of those Sex Pistols songs and from whence that power came. He takes the band a bit more seriously than I would, writing that they “were a commercial proposition and a cultural conspiracy, launched to change the music business and make money off the change—but Johnny Rotten sang to change the world.” I tend to see them more as a manufactured boy band- HOWEVER, to be fair, Sex Pistols impresarios Malcolm McLaren and Jamie Reid were steeped in the Situationists and those Situationists, in turn, had been steeped in Dada and surrealism. So the resonances between 1916 and 1977 aren’t so distant after all.
It’s a long and winding history, made of what Marcus calls “moments that seem to leave nothing behind, nothing but the mystery of spectral connections between people long separated by place and time , but somehow speaking the same language”. The narrative jumps from punk rock to Dada to the Cathars and the Movement of the Free Spirit. Marcus isn’t writing academic cultural history, in which everybody’s influences have to be verified and their papers checked; he’s writing about subterranean spiritual affinities between people who had in common only a will to negate the entire world in which they lived.
So, it’s a bit of a wild ride. The New York Times description isn’t far off the mark: “The book has no plot; instead, there is a daunting amount of philosophical exegesis and a fractured narrative that jumps from country to country, century to century and tortured aesthete to tortured aesthete. The effect is like listening to a man on a soapbox for hours on end and never figuring out if he is a madman or a prophet.” To be fair, this was written on the occasion of the book being turned into an unlikely play, which was an even less likely success. The book is something of a hybrid: written by a rock critic, published by Harvard University Press, having amassed a cult following and spawning a work of musical theater.
However, I think it’s fair to say that I really need to read this one again to fully digest it. I expect to write about it again in the future. It did, however, inspire a few thoughts about punk rock (which all but disappears midway through the book):
- People really were threatened by it in 1977. This seems amazing today, but watching ashen faced local reporters denouncing punk rock then, they look genuinely rattled. Johnny Rotten got beat up and slashed for being “truly terrifying” to Britons. Many punks of that first generation have stories about getting jumped late at night by gangs of jocks leaping from Trans Ams. In our era of Hot Topic at the mall, it’s hard to remember that, for some people, this really was the end of the world.
- It also really was a prank to a great extent. Books and movies today tend to romanticize the supposedly righteous anger and social conscience of the punk rockers, but they weren’t all playing in the Clash. Some of them were in the Child Molesters. Now that art has become “professionalized”, it’s alleged “subversion” is a selling point. But a real prank has the effect of upending and distorting reality for a moment. Many cultures and mythologies have the figure of the trickster. Our art could use more of them. Much great art began as a prank.
- The punks were quite often smarter than you’d expect. Sure, there were some working class yobs, but there were also plenty of New York intellectual art school grads among them. As Marcus notes, many people made comparisons to Dada in the punk era.
- As a result, the music was quite a bit more diverse than the standard greatest hits approach would indicate. It was punk that got me into Albert Ayler and Sun Ra for instance.
- Finally, and this is one of the key concerns of Marcus’s book, people who experienced punk in 1977 or went to those Dada performances in 1916, or marched in Paris in 1968, felt that their lives were forever altered. Marcus talks of “moments in which the world seems to change, moments that leave nothing behind but dissatisfaction, disappointment, rage, sorrow, isolation, and vanity.” I was reminded of a punk drummer slightly younger than my father saying to me with surprising bitterness, “You’ll never know what it was like. You weren’t there and it will never happen again”. If anything, the book is about what it’s like to carry around that feeling for the rest of your days.
So, what are YOU reading, watching, pondering, listening to, or playing this weekend?
For me, Rock and Roll was the first real deliberate smashing of norms that I saw. Evangelicals had this thing where people would show slides of album cover art and talk about the songs being sung and how awful the music industry was. Look at the cover of Twisted Sister’s Stay Hungry! Look at the cover of Black Sabbath’s Mob Rules! See the hidden satanic symbolism! And they’d play snippets of songs to make the normies bug their eyes out.
And now The Onion has jokes about Marilyn Manson going door to door trying to shock people.
“You’ll never know what it was like. You weren’t there and it will never happen again”.
I suspect that there will always be ways to be shocking to sufficiently puritan types. I will grant that the puritans will likely never again be as monolithic as they were when Johnny Rotten monetized freaking them, though.Report
I have a theory- remember, I was in a band for about seven years and we probably never saw eye to eye.
BUT, I find that musicians and artists think very differently. Now there are some artists who are also musicians and musicians who are also artists, but there are also a LOT of musicians who are essentially blue collar joes. They punch in, they punch out, and they want to do as good a job as possible- be “tight” when they play. The musician wants to be technically proficient above all else. With the artists, they look at it as “Yeah, I guess it’s okay to be tight, but is it interesting?”
A lot of music is played excellently and boring as sin. But, you can see a band play sloppy with complete passion and it’s the best damn thing you’ve ever seen.Report
Now? That was eighteen years ago, actually. That particular bit of cultural anxiety and/or Culture War has been more or less done with for as long as many people can remember such things, and that signaled the end of them.
Now people are no longer really sure what’s supposed to be offensive anymore. Which is a different sort of anxiety, I suppose.Report
From all reports, Sid Vicious really was a stupid, brutal thug. Or one hell of a performance artist.Report
I love the story where Freddie Mercury shoved him around.
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Sid Vicious should feel blessed that somebody as talented as Freddie Mercury spoke to him and touched him even if it was offensively.Report
Yeah, he was a waste, although junkies tend to get that way quickly. Weird thing is John Lydon has made some pretty compelling music and seems fairly intelligent. But they were mates.Report
Someone I k ew once described the Sex Pistols as a boy band. The thing that strikes me about popular music is that lot of people really compartmentalize so the lyrics don’t touch their viewpoints. Hence, the coke-addled Florida Republican who talks about how hip-hop is really conservative especially gangsta rap. Or Paul Ryan’s love of Rage Against the Machine.
Harder to do this with Mapplethorpe.Report
Yeah, I usually find that pretty funny. I find people misunderstand Woody Guthrie songs all the time as well.
Now, I don’t know if anyone has used a Sex Pistols song for a political campaign, but I would love that.
Incidentally, Beto O’Rourke hasn’t got a chance in hell of being President, but he’s got good taste in music. Over half of these are songs I regularly play when I DJ:
https://news.vice.com/en_us/article/7xg4ja/beto-orourke-made-me-a-punk-playlistReport
The Sex Pistols are a manufactured boy band created by a person with a good deal of artistic knowledge and a desire to play with people. The typical idea behind the manufactured boy band or girl band is that you find some blandly, not threateningly attractive people with some musical and dancing ability, and have them sing songs that pre-teens and teens might like. They tend not to be that threatening to parents or other adults.
Malcom McLaren was trying to create an anti-boy band, a manufactured group that gets people good and scared. This meant rather than being blandly and inoffensively good looking, the Sex Pistols looked like the type of young people parents would want their good kids to stay away from. Rather than innocent and dopey love longs with sweet melodies, the Sex Pistols sung more destructive lyrics. The manufactured lyrics of the Sex Pistols were probably the most overtly negative lyrics in rock at the point. The hippie rockers of the Counter Culture might have shocked people but they generally had a more optimistic and positive vibe. The Sex Pistols went for nihilism. That’s why they scarred people so much. They were the first rock band that really emphasized what people feared the most about rock, even more than the early heavy metal artists.
Basically, the Sex Pistols are a boy band created by Dada artists.Report
Right, I think that’s it. One of the things I realized after reading Marcus is just how persistent that urge is to jolt people and negate everything around you. It has an obvious appeal to the young, but is fairly fruitful in art.Report
I think punk, Dada, the ’68 student rebellion are parts of a greater whole and they need the negative space that allows them to be seen clearly. So, WWI, Vietnam, NY falling apart are all needed to bring these sounds and visions into focus. I am sure that one could find other examples of the duality.
Along with Proust, I picked up a copy of The Road to Oxiana, by Robert Byron. One of the great travel memoirs, sadly the author was torpedoed in ’41.
Oh, if by chance you come across a TV version of Name of the Rose on Sundance channel, run away as fast as you can.Report
Yeah, he gets into ’68 too, which came to my mind because so many of the slogans painted on Paris walls already read like punk lyrics. It reminds me- I was in France in 2008, when they were celebrating the anniversary and there were all types of consumer items for the home to market the soixante-huitards. My favorite was a stack of post-it notes shaped to look like a paving stone. I still wish I’d picked that up!
Which edition of Proust is it? French or English? And which translation if it’s English. I got through maybe one volume in French but found a really good English translation and finished that and loved it quite a bit.Report
Its the Moncrieff translation. I only know a few words in French (took German in HS, mostly because that is spoken on my father’s side and by my best friend). As for edition, it’s the ’70s Vintage Press paperback, but I am liking it enough that I will seek out the two-volume hardcover.
I tend to prefer stumbling into books as opposed to seeking them out, and so I haunt the better thrift stores and used bookshops. Then again, I was a buyer at a second-hand book store for a long time.Report
“For a change to a new type of music is something to beware of as a hazard of all our fortunes. For the modes of music are never disturbed without unsettling of the most fundamental political and social conventions.” –Plato, The RepublicReport