willie mae rock camp for girls
this is my 3rd year working with the 8-18 year-old girls at rock camp, alongside the other fabulous women and trans folks who volunteer. rock camp was the first place where i played with other women instrumentalists! i've found that gender alone is not an indicator of musical compatibility, but it's certainly an interesting experience to play with other women and to share stories of our experiences. i now play in a jazz trio with two women i met at rock camp. so certainly, rock camp has been important for me as a source of networking with other women.
but maybe more importantly, rock camp has pushed me up against notions of skill mastery. i come from a world of formalized music study. in this world, to play well, you have to know your scales and shit! rock camp, on the other hand, emerges from the riot grrrl movement. teaching at rock camp means telling the girls that every sound they make is great. if they are happy with it, we are happy with it. some of the campers may have never played an instrument before the week of camp, and yet we call them "rock stars" and place them on a real stage at the end of a week. and we are thrilled with the music they make- even if some of them are only going to strum the open strings of a guitar. i love this. what spaces exist where we truly feel like our every creative endeavor is worthy of being heard? how much do we, as artists (and especially women artists), censor and judge our own work? i love the idea that whatever the girls do is enough. this is something i struggle with-- i never feel like what i'm doing is enough.
sometimes, however, rock camp can suffer from a fairly rigid asthetic among volunteer tastes. i don't love the riot grrrl music. i respect what the movement represents but i think the music is boring. it might be shocking to say this out loud at camp! in fact, i had a private conversation with 2 other volunteers and we were so relieved to find, in private, that we all agreed on this point! i think the fact that the riot grrrl music sounds boring has something to do with the lack of skill that it requires. i don't want to come off as a music snob and, again, i can learn a lot from the DIY attitude. but i know it is not sufficient, for me to see women holding instruments and making noise. i think our presence and our message can only be more powerful if we have some fierce chops with which to deliver it. i do not want to hand young women the pressure that that statement can hold (and that i often experience as debilitating,) but the excitement of the power and opportunity for self-expression that comes with skill. in bass classes, i do teach the more experienced students how to play their scales and other more technical skills. but we'll only work on it if they're into it. (and some of them are really into it.) rock camp works best when it pushes the girls to honor all the sounds they attempt, but to also push themselves to take music seriously as a skill that can be developed.
the other gift that rock camp gives me is being reminded over and over again that music theory is not simply something you study in school. it's natural-- in our ears without us knowing it. for example, i watched this scenario: a 15 year-old girl who never played keyboard before. she has only been shown how to play a C major triad. in band practice at camp, she and her band write a song together, and there is a part in it where she plays the chord, repeatedly. but one day in practice, she moves to F and G triads, and then back to C (the IV and the V chord, back to the I chord!) no one has shown her this and she could never explain what she has done. but she has, totally instinctually, played the blues. the other band coach and i are stunned. we did not need to teach this girl the blues-- she went right for it; it was in her instincts, her ears and fingertips!
and speaking of the blues... one the most thrilling moments of camp this summer was a lunch-time performance by Beverly "Guitar" Watkins. this lady is the fiercest of the fierce. check out her story, watch her do her thing below, but you will only get a glimmer of what it was like to see her perform and to watch the campers take her in. they were already really into it, and then partway through the show this 69-year-old blues lady bent down on one knee, put the guitar up behind her head, and took a killer solo. say what!? the girls freaked out-- screaming and cheering. yes, yes! the blues is the roots. the kids dug it so much, i could only say, "the blues is alive and well!" Beverly may have been the least classifiably "rock" of the two weeks worth of performers, but if she's not a rock star, who is?
afropunk
"Afro-punk is a platform for the other Black experience, the one we don't see in our media. D.I.Y (Do It Yourself) is the foundation." (from afropunk.com) i went to a bunch of concerts at the afro punk music festival held in a parking lot outside of BAM. the lot is transformed-- a stage, a bmx ramp, space to skate, and walls for spray paint. the whole event is amazing, but i'll just mention a few things here.
first of all: Tamar Kali. i've heard her stuff before, and seen her videos, but i had never seen her live. her voice, her presence, the way she moves... at one point she asked the audience how our vaginas were doing! and i had to admit, i wished i'd brought a change of underwear! for real though. i don't want to over-analyze her brilliance (as i am wont to do) but definitely check her out yourself.
i also saw Saul Williams tear it up. this piece in particular stayed with me:
at the game rebellion show, the band facilitated some crowd surfing. the lead singer/ rapper was asking people to pack tightly up front and at first, only some people moved. but it was when he asked us to move up in the name of community organizing that myself, and many more folks followed suit! and it truly did feel like a community. all kinds of folks jumped off the stage and into the crowd-- big muscly men, women in tube tops that miraculously stayed on, small children. we reached our hands up high to hold them, passing them along, gracefully panicked under their weight. there was also a mosh pit that was beautiful to watch. two firsts for me.
black rock coalition
the BRC is "A collective of artists, writers, producers, publicists, activists and music fans assembled to maximize exposure and provide resources for Black artists who defy convention." (from blackrockcoalition.org) the BRC helps make rock camp happen and also runs other fabulous events. i attended 2 this summer.
the first event was a tribute to abbey lincoln, eartha kitt, miriam makeba, and odetta, held outdoors at lincoln center. i learned that tamar kali is not only a hardcore goddess; at this event, tamar was among the incredible singers showcased and she sang "c'est si bon," making the strength and versatility of her voice that much clearer. i love that groups like afro punk and the BRC are not concerned with genres. the 4 women they paid tribute to have got to be some of the biggest rock stars, even if folks wouldn't usually call them that! i was particularly pleased because they did one of my all time favorite miriam makeba songs. here is makeba herself doing "amampondo." i pretty much fainted the first time i saw this video.
the second BRC event i went to was a concert at a club in manhattan. out of character for me on several fronts- i went to a rock show at a rock venue, and i went by myself. i was having a kind of rough time personally which made me nervous about going out alone and to a place that is not usually my scene. but i had this instinct, even though i didn't know any of the bands, that somehow it would be exactly the right thing to do. and i waited for the last band because i knew, somehow, that she would give me just what i needed. i was so right. sophia ramos has an insanely powerful voice and performance. she has janis-esque control and grit and madness. i stood up front and danced like crazy. she sang originals and even a blues, at which point she walked through the audience. her set ended and i left immediately. my two trains came right away even though it was late at night. i got home feeling so fed by time with myself, some nyc luck, apt instincts, and the music i wanted so bad.
can i be a rock star? reflection and desire beyond genre
i'm making this confession: i want to be a rock star. maybe most musicians do? i don't mean that we want to be famous or make music that gets filed in record stores under "rock." what i'm learning is this: truly being a rock star means making music and performance that can be unapologetically loud, flashy, sexy, danceable, current, personal, messy and angry. in my fantasies, my music is all of these things, (though not necessarily all at once!) why is it a fantasy? why do these descriptors feel intimidating? in general, they have certainly not felt accessible to me in the communities where i make music. why not?
sometimes, when i am a bandleader i am afraid. as a bass player so often i stand on the side of the band, hold up the bottom, play the supporting role. i love this. but in certain bands i also sing, write the music, and stand in front. i am not a shy person but the idea of taking up so much space sometimes feels overwhelming. here i am: a woman, with short hair, hairy armpits, a huge and amplified instrument resting against my belly and breasts, a microphone in front of my face, and now there is an audience watching me. sometimes it feels almost like too much.
i usually have anxiety getting dressed before these gigs where i am up in front. i am no fashionista, but sometimes i enjoy getting creative with clothes. yet usually for these gigs i try on several outfits and opt for the least flashy of the bunch-- something not too bright, not too revealing, not to feminine. in the preparation for these gigs i am hyper aware of how my body may be perceived and it feels stifling. (once i play, of course, i pretty much forget all this.)
i am writing this here so i can let it go. i want to take a page from my rock star sisters. it doesn't mean i necessarily need to whip out my tits like sophia ramos (did you watch that video?!) but i want to be real about the ways that my whole self, body included, are a part of my performance. i can never control the way others perceive me- they can make it about my body whether it's hidden or exposed. but i want to decide, on my own terms, what my presentation means to me. this means- what does my music sound like? what does it say? who is in my band? how do we sound and how do we look? how are we presenting our bodies and our image? how do we interact (or not) with the audience?
i am a constant a defender of jazz. i believe in the inspiration of much of its history. i believe in the power of improvisation- hallelujah! and i know that folks who play "jazz" reinvent, cross-pollinate and push the genre in many directions today. jazz is so much more than what many folks think of with that word. but there are ways, i think, it has not served me to identify as a jazz musician as i've shaped my musical identity thus far; ways that it limits my access to some of the power of music-making. i think this is because some of the crucial questions i list in the previous paragraph are often unasked in the jazz community at large.
ultimately, it's a question of what does it mean to be a performer. and this is something that jazz these days seems to either have a very limited perception of (ie. young lions style, read: wear suits and honor a revisionist history;) or does not concern itself with at all (ie. dress like you would at home, barely address the audience, and do not worry if your music is only accessible to musicians and music students.) this second model has been most prominent in my life and it is based on an ideal of making an academic music that is just about the music, that only concerns itself with the sounds. it is true, rock's lights and costumes and such can be all gimmick and no substance, a cover for music that means nothing. but this other extreme- music as purely intellectual practice- is compartmentalizing in a way that only privilege allows.
ultimately, this has little to do with jazz versus rock-n-roll. i'm realizing this as i write. i hope i have not framed the argument that way. the three organizations i talked about are not typical of rock. they exist because of the lack of space for women and people of color in music. they are on the margins which is why they provide satisfying spaces for me and other rock spaces do not. i can be most critical of jazz because it is what i know most about and because it is so much of what i love. but there isn't any genre (that i know of) which exists outside of the systems of oppression in society as a whole. these same systems that limit our ease to live as we desire, limit or challenge our ease to fully express our whole selves creatively.
for me, performing can never just be about sound. there are moments when i am more or less conscious of it, but all aspects of my identity are fully present when i present my music. jazz these days (especially the creative/ improvised music scene i know and love in nyc) is dominated by straight white men. and in this culture, white men have the privilege of being neutral. and so, for better or worse, they often only concern themselves with their sounds and leave their selves out of the ways they think through performance. i cannot, will not do this.
i am sick of many things. i am sick of spaces where taking in music is a silent, sit-down endeavor of musicians and college-educated folks who judge based on asthetics, references other music "we" have as common experience, and skillful manipulation of learned structures and theories.
i am also excited about many things. i am excited about music that creates diverse and accessible community of participants who are whole people (and not just extensions of their instruments,) who have things to say, see technical skill primarily as a vehicle for self expression, and honor a vast history of musical ancestors.
i cannot leave myself, my story, my body, identity out of my music. sometimes this feels like a curse. sometimes this is why i can't bring myself to practice or compose. i can't be with my instrument and i can't be with myself. but sometimes this is what pushes me. this is the place where ideas come from, where melodies and concepts and projects begin.
my first ever blog post was a rambling manifesto about my frustrations, hopes and experiences as a female musician. i think, in a way, this is the echo, almost 2 years later, of that first post. i am having lots of fantasies these days. what if i took a page (so to speak) from the DIY culture and made a zine about some of these thoughts to sell at shows? what if there was a jazz camp for girls? or a retreat for female jazz musicians? what if i wear something outrageous to my next big show? what if i wrote a series of compositions devoted to different body parts? if you are reading, maybe you have your own ideas or want to help with any of these. maybe some of these things already exist and i just don't know about them. if so, please tell me! even if no one's reading, it feels like a huge first step just to put my scheming out there, new and undeveloped.
i leave you with this: a humble solo performance by me. a tiny rock star moment? this particular video is appropriate for this post because it's my take on the tracy bonham song "the real" (from that first cd i bought way back in my short-lived rock stage in the late '90s!) my recent explorations of solo performance feel like just the kind of self-indulgence that i need to nurture in myself to truly be a rock star!
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