Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Amazing Grace

 


Grace Jones on the Pee Wee Herman Christmas Special from 1988


Jones clip via the fascinating, poignant HBO documentary on Pee Wee Herman, which shows how much he came out of the whole Andy Warhol / Theatre of the Ridiculous / Angels of Light / John Waters lineage

A fellow traveler with Club 52, B-52s, Klaus Nomi (some image cross over there), Devo et al


An ancestor (in his collecting of kooky Americana) of World of Wonder  


Paul Reubens was also an alumnus of Cal Arts, doing performance art and weird films and such... a trip to see shaky old super-8 footage of things performed in the corridors and halls that are now very familiar to me 




The Grace Jones appearance is almost like this


filtered through this 




Until the doc I never even heard of this big bump in the upward trajectory of his career 


For reasons best known to himself he wanted to have the longest kiss in cinema history




Tuesday, May 20, 2025

pro-theatricality in pop (Act present Showtime)


 























Me on Act and ZTT in New Statesman


The full epic version



"The song is taken from the Leer-Brücken musical 'Name Dropping (songs from beyond the me-decade)'"


"This is the age of entertaining"










































Minelli-laced version





The Naked Civil mix hahaha 

(Quentin on being cold and splendid - crisp to the eye)






Champagne dreams, caviar wishes

And watch them grow from rags to riches

Money to burn, money to give away


Lifestyles of the rich and famous

And look and them who can blame us

Lessons in the subject of decay


Come tomorrow, the dream might blow away

Guilt and sorrow, the price you have to pay


Snobbery and decay

Snobbery and decay


You’ve got yours, I’ve got mine

Obsession, just like Calvin Klein


Fantasy, ecstasy, designer dream, obscenity


Snobbery and decay

Snobbery and decay


Nothing to do, nothing to pay

Nothing but snobbery and decay


Land of the free

How can you tell?

The bigger they come the harder they sell


Here’s to you

Here’s to me

A future aristocracy


Property, poverty

An unstable economy


And decay

And decay


Snobbery and decay

Snobbery and decay


I am the repertoire

Snobbery and decay



The CD single version - nice visual pun there


The album Laughter, Tears and Rage wasn't on a par with the single, sadly.




Funny...

















































Leer at his best - six years earlier







So many "Snobbery" mixes



A mix for Stephanie Beacham (as in Dynasty)


"Strong Poison", even





Now this is glamorous




Fassbinder-fanboy directing?



"Duel" / "Jewel" the only time Propaganda really swayed me


A beautiful melody, written to suit Claudia's voice, no strain, and the product is, well, cut-glass



"Duel / Jewel" run on as on the album A Secret Wish



Cut Rough / Rough Cut - is there a difference?


The other one was originally meant to be the singer but Trevor Horn insisted Claudia do it as the other one was not up to the job



Eye to eye, stand winners and losers
Hurt by envy, cut by greed
Face to face with their own disillusion
The scars of old romances still on their cheeks
And when blow by blow
The passion dies sweet little death
Just have been lies, some memories of gone by time
Would still recall the lies
The first cut won't hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding I start screaming
It's too late the decision is made by fate
Time to prove what forever should last
Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test?
Whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts?
And when blow by blow
The passion dies sweet little death
Just have been lies, some memories of gone by time
Would still recall the lies
The first cut won't hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding I start screaming





S+M bondage Skin 2 fetish wear and all sortsa kink were kind of hip in the early 80s...  that sort of pomo postfeminist moment



The glassy yet brutal sound and crashy drums seems to anticipate Jam City Classical Curves and SOPHIE "Faceshopping"

Glitter shards to cut your face to ribbons 

Classical Curves was “a record about being repulsed and fascinated by the glossy surfaces of a certain 'high-end', hyper-capitalist consumer society” 

e.g. “Her” with its robo chant and sounds like a battery of camera flashes  "Work work work flash / Work work camera flash work / Work camera flash / Work work work flash". Poses being struck as blows struck to the eye...

Obliquely inspired by ballroom and vogueing I should imagine



Back to Propaganda...

Mr Brücken has a go at remixing























I should imagine it was Morley's idea to cover Josef K's "Sorry for Laughing", direct some money towards one of his favorite writers, Paul Haig


The Unapologetic Mix, haha


Everyone involved should apologize for that version 


A live version










Later career is the definition of Wiki Fizzle (trust me, don't look)

but...

I was oh so prepared for this to be terrible but it's actually rather good 


Claudia's got good taste - this is my favorite song by The Band and it's quite a sensitive treatment

The Band are about as anti-glam as it gets it, funnily enough.

Saturday, May 17, 2025

anti-theatricality and politics bonanza (Histriocracy is Bunk!)

On Trump's loopy Alcatraz-reopened fantasy:

When pressed on how he came up with the idea, Trump said he “was supposed to be a moviemaker,” alluding to silver screen depictions of the prison, which served as the backdrop for 1979’s “Escape From Alcatraz” starring Clint Eastwood and 1962’s “Birdman of Alcatraz” with Burt Lancaster.

Gone unmentioned in the Oval Office was a more recent Alcatraz film, a 1996 blockbuster called “The Rock,” which earned some $335 million and was mostly shot on location. David Weisberg, who co-wrote the screenplay, couldn’t believe what he was reading when he saw Trump’s plan.

Weisberg, who attended the premiere of “The Rock” on Alcatraz, said the prison “was a crumbling wreck 30 years ago,” and it was only through Hollywood magic that it was for one night transformed into a movie theater.

Asked if he thought his movie may have inspired the move, Weisberg laughed.

“It beggars my imagination that somebody would think this was a good idea,” he said. “I have no idea who put this idea into his head.”

from Washington Post


No mention of Boorman's incredible Point Blank here - which starts and ends at Alcatraz. Too arty and stylized maybe


Fake news but fit to reprint as it is all too plausible. 

Donald Trump’s presidency already feels like a reality show in many ways, but his Homeland Security Secretary, Kristi Noem, is reportedly taking it a step further. According to The Daily Mail, Noem is developing a reality TV series where immigrants will compete for a chance to earn US citizenship.

Per a 35-page pitch viewed by The Daily Mail, Noem has been working with writer and producer Rob Worsoff (of Duck Dynasty fame) on a new program called The American. The competition series would feature 12 immigrants arriving in America via Ellis Island before traveling across the country to compete in various challenges. The grand prize winner would be sworn in as a US citizen on the steps of the Capitol.

According to the pitch doc, proposed challenges include mining for gold in San Francisco, balancing logs in Wisconsin, rafting down a river in Colorado, and building a rocket for NASA in Florida.

A spokesperson for the Department of Homeland Security told The Daily Beast that the show’s concept is “in the very beginning stages” of the vetting process, and she denied that Noem is directly involved in its development. However, citing sources, The Daily Mail reports that Noem “supports the project and wants to proceed,” and “has been working for weeks to get such a project greenlit from Netflix or another streaming or cable service.”


Tariffic entertainment value

 I happened to be in northern Europe—Finland and Estonia—during the days of President Donald Trump’s operatic tariff gambit, from his opening announcement that the days when other nations “raped” and “looted” America were over, thanks to his semi-random assignment of duties to economies around the world, right through to his humiliating climbdown on Wednesday and the attendant relief on Wall Street. Obviously, the drama will continue; drama—as well as cruelty—is the point. But from this nearly Arctic vantage point the whole game looked especially, and painfully, bizarre. 

- Bill McKibben, The New Yorker


That's DOGEntertainment

The opening act of Donald Trump’s second term was defined by the theatrical dismantling of much of the federal government by Elon Musk and his group of tech-savvy demolitionists. Everywhere you looked in those first 100 days, it seemed, Musk’s prestidigitation was on display. Look there—it’s Elon in a black MAGA hat waving around a chain saw onstage at the Conservative Political Action Conference. Look here—it’s Elon introducing Fox News viewers to a teenage software engineer nicknamed “Big Balls” whom he’d hired to help slash the government. The performance had a certain improvised quality—pink slips dispersed and then hastily withdrawn, entire agencies mothballed overnight—and after a while, it started to feel like a torqued-up sequel to Trump’s first term: governance replaced by chaos and trolling.

But that version of the story misses a key character: Russell Vought.

Behind all the DOGE pyrotechnics, Vought—who serves as director of the Office of Management and Budget—is working methodically to advance a sophisticated ideological project decades in the making. If Musk is moving fast and breaking things, as the Silicon Valley dictum goes, Vought is taking the shattered pieces of the federal government and reassembling them into a radically new constitutional order....

McKay Coppins, The Atlantic


Ashley Parker, now at The Atlantic, on Trump’s Cosplay Cabinet and how the  president’s appointees often appear to be acting out a made-for-television version of their jobs rather than actually doing them.

In Donald Trump’s administration, Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem rotates through various costumes—firefighting gear for drills with the United States Coast Guard, a cowboy hat and horse for a jaunt with Border Patrol agents in Texas, a bulletproof ICE vest for a dawn raid in New York City. Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth posts photos of himself doing snowy push-ups with U.S. troops in Poland and deadlifting with them in predawn Germany. And FBI Deputy Director Dan Bongino spars with agents on the wrestling mats of Quantico.

In Bongino’s case, his run-in with a skilled jiujitsu instructor left him with a swollen right elbow. But such are the risks of Trump’s Cosplay Cabinet, in which his underlings perform near-daily tone poems to a certain type of MAGA masculinity, publicly pantomiming their professional responsibilities.

Noem, who has earned herself several dismissive, Mattel-inspired nicknames—“Border Control Barbie,” “ICE Barbie”—is perhaps the most conspicuous offender. She has been photographed behind the controls of both a Coast Guard boat and a Coast Guard plane, donned a helmet and Border Patrol fatigues for an ATV tour along the southern border, and posed in cargo pants and an ICE vest. In a social-media video, she wielded a tricked-out automatic rifle, the M4 muzzle disconcertingly pointed at the head of the agent directly to her left.

“I’m old school, but I don’t think our Cabinet Secretaries should cosplay as armed agents,” the conservative radio host Erick Erickson wrote on X above Noem’s video of herself with the poorly placed gun. “You’re a politician, not one of our heroes.”

When I called Erickson this week, he told me Trump’s subordinates understand that the president is “an image guy” who looks to surround himself with people who appear to be out of “central casting.” But, he said, looking the part on TV also serves a useful purpose for Trump—it “distracts the voters from: Is stuff actually going well behind the scenes?”

“It’s like hiring the guy who plays a doctor on Grey’s Anatomy,” Erickson told me. “You don’t actually want that guy to do your heart surgery. He’s an actor. You hire the people who sound competent because they use the polysyllabic words. But can they actually do the job?”

Trump, of course, may be the ultimate cosplayer. His quixotic political rise was fueled, in part, by Americans who knew him as a successful businessman, not through any of his actual business exploits (or bankruptcies), but through the high-flying mogul he played in their living room every Thursday night on The Apprentice.

During his most recent campaign, he sported various working-class costumes to troll his political rivals. In October, mocking then–Vice President Kamala Harris’s claim that, as a college student, she had spent a summer working at a McDonald’s, Trump tied on a navy-and-gold apron and served fries through a Philadelphia-area McDonald’s drive-through window. Later that month, in response to mumbled comments then-President Joe Biden made seeming to liken Trump supporters to “garbage,” Trump wore a neon-orange reflective vest and hopped into a white Trump-branded trash hauler in Green Bay, Wisconsin.

The ethos seems to have trickled down to his Cabinet secretaries and other top officials, whose public pronouncements and social-media posts sometimes give the impression that they view government work more as a game than as true public service. In 2022, Kash Patel, now the FBI director, shared a post featuring himself—chain saw in hand and “Bad to the Bone” thrumming in the background—lopping off chunks of a log emblazoned with images of alleged enemies, a group that included Biden, CNN, “Fake News,” and Representative Nancy Pelosi.... 

“It looks like a lot of them are sort of showing up at a government costume party in which they get to wear the costume of being the secretary of defense or the costume of being the director of national intelligence, but they don’t have the qualification for those roles,” Senator Sheldon Whitehouse of Rhode Island, a Democrat, told me. “Part of it is they know the point of entry to the costume party is you have to suck up ferociously to Trump every minute, and to get on his radar, images help. He likes the fake macho imagery, and so that’s just part of the deal.”


Stephen Marche (also at The Atlantic) coins a term: Histriocracy, rule by actors 

This is going to be great television,” Trump said at the end of Friday’s stormy session with Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky. It may as well be the motto of his administration.

It is a new kind of cultural revolution. Unlike the totalitarian regimes of the 20th century, which imposed ideology on their populaces by means of culture and entertainment, America’s current reality is the overturning of the political order by the country’s entertainers. The American culture industry has overwhelmed politics: Washington today can be understood only as a product of show business, not of law or policy.

The Trump administration has been consistent in its veneration of show business, if in nothing else. The president has put a WWE executive in charge of education, made a Fox News talking head his secretary of defense, installed a celebrity conspiracy theorist to lead the National Institutes of Health, handed control of Medicare to a TV doctor, and appointed a right-wing podcaster as deputy director of the FBI. Elon Musk is running government reform because he can live-post it. Dr. Phil accompanies ICE on raids. Trump’s Cabinet picks resemble the cast of a reality-television show by design: Trump understands, by instinct and through experience, that the line between entertainment and power in American life has effectively dissolved.

In his farewell address, President Joe Biden described the incoming administration as an oligarchy. He was mistaken. It is rule by performers: a “histriocracy.” Anyone who wants to understand what is happening in American politics needs to understand it on those terms.

Politics has become an offshoot of spectacle...  

He won a record percentage of Arab American votes, then appointed an ambassador to Israel who claims that “there is no such thing as Palestinians.” He enjoys fervent support among evangelicals despite the fact that his character is a living contradiction of every value they revere. These paradoxes would not be possible in a politics that selects the country’s leadership on the basis of ideas and character. They make sense if brute exposure determines who wins.

As the grand soap opera of this American presidency unfolds, displays of rage and wonder fill every moment: get-rich-quick schemes, rigged games, vengeful punishments. The audience is hurried from one hustle to another. The distinction between a con and a joke has blurred. The great circus showman P. T. Barnum prophesied the rise of Trump when he declared: “Let me furnish the amusements of a nation and there will be need of very few laws.” The connection between Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and John F. Kennedy is more than genetic. Norman Mailer, in his famous essay on the 1960 Democratic Convention, “Superman Comes to the Supermarket,” noticed a mysterious sadness that gripped the spectators, which made sense only when he saw the future President Kennedy in the flesh: “The Democrats were going to nominate a man who, no matter how serious his political dedication might be, was indisputably and willy-nilly going to be seen as a great box-office actor, and the consequences of that were staggering and not at all easy to calculate.” Trump’s Cabinet is the staggering consequence that Mailer could not calculate.

Ronald Reagan in the 1980s made the connection between celebrity and power even more explicit; he rose after a career in which perhaps his most famous role was starring opposite a chimpanzee. The “Great Communicator” told corny jokes and knew that television was everything. The Republican Party “won one for the Gipper,” as Reagan’s campaign slogan had it.... 

Rule by performers is distinct from autocracy. The ruling performers serve the narrative needs of their fans first and foremost. Policy will always be an addendum to the show.... 

The reality of rule by performers is profoundly disconcerting to American intellectuals’ self-conception of their government’s dignity. This is the message of the Kennedy Center’s takeover that the D.C. political elite has been so slow to register. If you think it’s a joke to have RFK Jr. in office, that’s the point. Jokes gather attention. Attention creates exposure. Exposure drives power. The greatest asset for any politician today is a bottomless narcissism that requires unremitting attention to satisfy.

.... Reality television and the WWE demand similar distortion-effect gymnastics [to Orwell's doublethink]; their audiences willingly suspend their disbelief and gladly accept events they know are artificial as real. The audiences come to political debate already prepared for the blurring of illusion and reality. “The public appears disposed to be amused even when they are conscious of being deceived,” Barnum understood, which is why they called him the “Prince of Humbugs.” In Trump, they have a king.

As forewarned, America has amused itself to death. Histriocracy is much less stable than traditional autocracy—wilder, more unpredictable. Turbulence is to be expected, as creating drama is the point of the government and the source of power.....  Under rule by performers, only one law is inviolable: The show must go on, until the curtain falls.

I like this coinage Histriocracy, and the way Marche lays it out is stark and clear...  and the sustained from start to finish theatrical tropes are nicely done. 

But, but as his own examples show (Reagan, JFK,), this fusion of television and politics is 65 years old! 

In that sense his analysis is lagging - not just behind Neil Postman's Amusing Ourselves To Death and Baudrillard.... not just behind Guy Debord ... but behind Daniel Boorstin and his 1961 book The Image, which was partly inspired by JFK's use of television in the 1960 Presidential campaign. Here's the bit on The Image from S+ A:

.... a widely-read analysis of what its author described as “the menace of unreality” creeping into every area of American national life and mass culture.  Written during the early days of John F. Kennedy’s administration, the book coolly appraised the new politics of photo ops and publicity stunts, which Boorstin caustically termed “pseudo-events.” Teeming with imagery of mist, fog, shadows and phantoms, The Image diagnosed a social-cultural malaise of “nothingness,” in which “the vacuum of our experience is actually made emptier by our anxious straining with mechanical devices to fill it artificially.”  Celebrities, which Boorstin famously defined as people “well-known for being well-known,” were nothing but “receptacles into which we pour our own purposelessness. ... ourselves seen in a magnifying mirror.” Media - in particular news and advertising—stoked excessive expectations for life and an insatiable appetite for stimulation, an unsustainable rate of novelty. So the void got filled with pseudo-events: opinion polls, political theater, photo ops, award ceremonies.  This fatal blurring of the border between true and false, real and artificial, had injected “a new elusiveness, iridescence, and ambiguity” into everyday life.  Paralleling the insights of the sociologist Erving Goffman in his 1959 book The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life, Boorstin wrote about the rise of the term “public image,” as used by everyone from entertainer-celebrities to corporations to the nation itself  (America’s projection of strength to other countries).... 


Even more on these histerical times from The Atlantic... Megan Garber on how "a century-old book foresaw Trump’s most basic strategy"

A century ago, in his classic book Public Opinion, the journalist Walter Lippmann laid out a bleak argument: One of the threats to the American experiment was American democracy itself. The work of self-government, Lippmann thought—even back then—asked far too much of its citizens. It asked too much of our minds.

Democracy is a task of data management; ours is premised on the idea that voters’ political decisions will be based on reliable information.... Public Opinion considers mass media and propaganda, and the role that emotion plays in political life. Lippmann observed the importance of media inputs well before media was part of the American vernacular. The information people rely on to do the work of citizenship—voting, arguing, shaping a shared future—is data. But those data are processed by notoriously fickle hardware. The data inform our brains’ impressions of the world: the images that Lippmann called “the pictures in our heads.” The pictures are subjective. They are malleable. And, perhaps most of all, they make little distinction between things that are true and things that are merely believed to be.

.... In February, responding to Trump’s ask-neither-permission-nor-forgiveness approach to presidential power, the New York Times journalist Ezra Klein published an essay titled, simply, “Don’t Believe Him.” The president’s strategy, Klein argued, is to perform a level of power he doesn’t have in the hopes that the performance might become, eventually, reality. Trump “has always wanted to be king,” Klein wrote. “His plan this time is to first play king on TV. If we believe he is already king, we will be likelier to let him govern as a king.”

This is absolutely correct. It is also an encapsulation of the problem that Lippmann foresaw. The president, a creature—and in some sense a creation—of television, is keenly aware of the power of images. He avails himself of the insight that Lippmann had years before the TV would become a fact of many people’s lives. And Trump knows how much is at stake. The pictures we carry around with us, in our mind’s ever-revolving camera rolls, are much more than representations of the world as we understand it. The pictures are biases, too. They are assumptions and expectations. They are like brands, in their way: ever expandable, ever expendable. They can be shaped by lies as well as truths. Human brains have a hard time telling the difference.

.... In the flurry, people can lose control of the pictures in their heads. They can lose control of themselves. “For it is clear enough,” Lippmann wrote, “that under certain conditions men respond as powerfully to fictions as they do to realities, and that in many cases they help to create the very fictions to which they respond.”

.... The word propaganda, in Lippmann’s era, had not adopted the negative connotations it carries today. It was a term of politics borrowed from Catholic practice: Propaganda shared a root with propagation and suggested the straightforward act of sharing and spreading the faith. In the 1920s, it meant something akin to what today we might call straightforward “publicity.” But Lippmann’s studies of psychology had chastened him. Our minds, for all their attunement to the nuances of the physical world—the subtle shifts in light, the micro-expressions that move on the faces of other people—are not terribly adept at perceiving those distinctions through the filters of airwaves and screens.

On the contrary, all the inputs people encounter, by choice or by circumstance—the news reports, the novels, the films, the celebrities, the radio shows, the billboards, the histories, the satires, the amusements, the truths, the lies—tend to end up in the same place. The inputs influence, then continually edit, the pictures in our heads. Those pictures might be accurate appraisals. They might be delusions. They are nearly impossible to categorize. They are also totalizing. “Whatever we believe to be a true picture, we treat it as if it were the environment itself,” Lippmann observed. The insight might seem simple: Of course we believe what we see. But the opposite is true as well: We see what we believe.

..... “I’m a very honest person, and I believe it with all my heart,” Trump said recently in an interview with my colleagues Ashley Parker, Michael Scherer, and Jeffrey Goldberg. He was responding to their questions about why Trump continues to insist, falsely, that he won the 2020 election. “I believe it with fact—you know, more important than heart,” Trump said. “I believe it with fact.”

This is the [Seinfeld character]  George Costanza principle at work. “Because I believe it” is neither a factual argument nor a legal one. But Trump is treating it as both. He is treating his preferred reality as the only one that can exist. He is behaving, in that respect, less like a president than like a king.... 

 “Facts don’t care about your feelings,” as the conservative commentator Ben Shapiro put it, is a good slogan, but it gets things wrong: The guiding principle of Trumpism is “Feelings don’t care about your facts.”


Jeff Nesbit of The Contrarian on the White House as news channel

Here’s a pop quiz. What’s the hottest new right-wing media outlet in America? Fox News? Newsmax? Breitbart News? One America News? The Tucker Carlson Show? The Megyn Kelly Show? The Free Press? Ben Shapiro’s Daily Wire?

Nope. It’s the Trump White House itself. You can read about it right on its new, daily propaganda web page called WHWire, which is modeled after the Drudge Report.

Right there at the top of the page Saturday night, featured prominently, is the pro-Trump headline from a mainstream news outlet that says exactly that:

“Trump’s White House is the hottest right-wing media outlet.”

The story behind that headlined featured at the top of WHWire is an Axios piece about how the Trump White House sets everything up. (Yes: From staged Cabinet meetings where senior officials on Trump’s team stretch the truth to breaking points to make their boss look good, to posters designed to become social media memes placed strategically at every event where Trump speaks, it’s all a set-up.)

So, what, exactly, is WHWire? This:

It’s unabashedly pro-Trump;

It parrots, borrows and steals whatever is available on social, digital and traditional media sites that say nice, fawning, or laudatory things about Trump, and;

It is a 24/7 headline-grabbing wire ticker that amps everything Trump does or says to max levels.

In short, WHWire is unfiltered propaganda that casts every utterance, every phrase, every executive order and every pronouncement as world-shaking news from the pinnacle of power in Trump’s White House. It is pro-Trump news on steroids.

“The White House is deploying its platforms and personnel in ways that often feel more like how a modern media company would operate than a national government,” the Axios author, Neal Rothschild, wrote. Trump’s WHWire took the Axios headline from that exclusive and emblazoned it across its new web page.

Monday, April 28, 2025

anti-theatricality in rock (and a little bit of pro-theatricality in rock)















(from Viv Albertine's memoir Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music, Boys. Boys. Boys.)

 







Dennis DeYoung of Styx, early '80s NME interview







Oooh talking about Mr Roboto's

Numan actually had giant robots on stage in one of his superstar-era tours, didn't he? 







fragments from Rip It Up and the research: 


Critics, possibly disconcerted by the way Numan had bypassed the music press en route to the top of the charts, unjustly pegged him as a Bowie Xerox. They sourced Numan’s image in Bowie’s aristocratic alien from The Man Who Fell To Earth and his sound in Low. But what he actually derived from Bowie was less specific: the art of creative synthesis, or as Numan put it with characteristic and admirable frankness, “plagiarism”--weaving together an original identity out of pilfered bits and bobs. He also inherited glam rock’s penchant for theatre and spectacle. Punk’s “anti-hero thing” and back-to-basics simplicity were   “against everything I’ve ever wanted to do,” Numan told NME. He didn’t believe in “being the same as the audience”;  he liked distance, a literally physical gulf between the stage and the crowd. His tours featured stunning lighting, set design, and even robots. “Showbiz for showbiz’s sake more than anything…”  Numan told Sounds. ”I think I’m just taking it back to cabaret.” 

He even does a version of ‘On Broadway’ in his set. 

Numan doesn’t like venues without seats - likes a gulf between stage and audience, an orchestra pit preferably.

Numan on leaving behind punk:

“The anti-hero thing could never happen because this country has always had the heroes, it always will do-- I think it’s a very English thing to make heroes… I never agreed with coming on and being the same as the audience, I never liked that side of it.” 



“I very rarely write about ordinary things”

“I don’t see the point in singing about things which are happening every day. I don’t want to go out and listen to a bloke prattling on about how terrible it is living on the dole”

"I don't mind contrived things. cos if something's contrived it shows that someone has gone out and thought about something and worked for it.... Commendable, isn't it?"




Thursday, April 3, 2025

anti-theatricality in rock (slightest of returns)

 Spencer Dryden on the Jefferson Airplane's stage act, 1968: “It’s disorganized. We never know what’s going to happen. It’s different every time. We have no stage presence.”


via Michaelangelo Matos

Friday, March 28, 2025

vamp in sunlight

 


















Rare sighting of a Goth at the beach - shield your eyes from the pasty white glare!

Still, sensibly, Sioux seems to be applying sunscreem

Can you imagine the Ice Queen burned and raw? Wouldn't be very a-peeling. 

Judging by the quality of sand, and a faint memory of the caption when I stole this, it's a LA beach, not the kind of gravelly job you get in England.  Possibly Venice Beach. (Well I suppose it could be somewhere Mediterranean)

Goths - and industrials - are a big subculture in LA (hence the Cruel Worlds festivals) and I think it's got something to do with dissent against the Sun itself - and the attached culture of tans and muscles and blonde hair and surfers.

McLaren was making a film - or trying to make a film - about Nazi surfers. Can you imagine a Goth on a surfboard? 






Sunday, March 23, 2025

anti-theatricality and politics : MAGlamA + K-pop

Interesting piece titled "In Your Face: The Brutal Aesthetics of MAGA" by Inae Oh at Mother Jones.  It's about plastic-surgery trends among Republican politicians - the rise of what's been called Mar-a-Lago-face.

She starts by looking at a piece of political theater from January 29, an ICE round-up of undocumented immigrants in New York. A clip of Homeland Security secretary Kristi Noem talking tough in the Bronx was widely circulated. "She wore a bulletproof vest and a baseball cap, but also dramatic makeup and hair coiled to show off a set of pearl earrings.... Noem would later tell CBS News that the raid was not about creating a 'spectacle''.... Here was a top-ranking Trump appointee asserting the absence of performance after a theatrical show of force. That Noem tagged along for the predawn crackdown in the full glam of a Real Housewife made the claim even more absurd."

Inae Oh notes that Noem is just one of a number of women - and the occasional man - who on entering Trump's orbit underwent "striking physical transformations as the boundaries that once delineated celebrity and political power fully disintegrate. The resulting look has since sparked satirical backlash online, with critics mocking “conservative girl makeup.” 

And then there's the cosmetic surgery, the veneers, fillers and Botox-style injectables.   "What distinguishes Mar-a-Lago face... is the aggressive, overt nature with which MAGA-ites seem to pursue it. “Over the top, overdone, ridiculous,” is how one New York plastic surgeon... described it"

It's a reversal of the trend for plastic surgery that is subtle and barely perceptible: here, you want the work done to be glaringly visible. "The aesthetic is, like Trump’s politics, ridiculously blunt."

Quoted in the piece, a professor of art history, Anne Higonnet, diagnoses the trend as "a sign of physical submission to Donald Trump, a statement of fealty to him and the idea that the surface of a policy is the only thing that matters... These women are performing a key part of Donald Trump’s whole political persona.”

Ronnee Schreiber, a politics professor, is also quoted arguing that the hyper-femininity reinforces the “norms and differences between femininity and masculinity....  It reaffirms the femininity of women even if they have power” in the form of a cabinet appointment, administrative power within the Republican Party, or an influential media position. (Although Laura Loomer went too far for even Trump in terms of her worked-over appearance).  The trend thus magically reconciles empowering ambition and  conformist submission in a grand American conservative tradition going back to Phyllis Schlafly.

Horrorshow graphic accompanies the piece, combining the fleshiness and the laceration into a single arresting image. The face shards themselves become the knives. 





The pleased-to-meat-you quality of this collage reminds me of this stuff Americans call "headcheese"  (what an offputting name!) and what we Brits know as "brawn" -  discarded meat bits suspended in jelly, like a paperweight you can eat. 












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Incidentally the writer Inae Oh has Korean ancestry and winds up the piece  with talking about her visits to hyper-capitalist South Korea, "the plastic surgery capital of the world and my parents’ birthplace. The faces of manipulated uniformity—double eyelid surgery, face-whitening injections, breast implants on laser-toned thin bodies—are jolting to witness. And at first, it’s almost funny; the absolute chokehold is weird to behold! But by the third or fourth day, the ambient sense that I am the odd one, even ugly, starts to creep in. Perhaps a quick visit to one of Seoul’s 600 plastic surgery clinics would fix things."

This inevitably reminded me of K-Pop, which I wrote about in S+A as a form of digi-glam:

South Korean group GLAM – it stands for Girls Be Ambitious - release their third single “In Front of the Mirror”. They’re just one of scores of K-pop acts whose sound mashes together elements of R&B, rap, and Euro club sounds. Video-wise, there’s a similar whirl of decontextualised signifiers: dance-moves and clothing and fetish-objects from skateboarding, Goth/emo, Disney, ballet, ghetto fabulous, dystopian science fiction, fetish wear, retro-vintage, and a dozen more style dialects.  Luxury rubs against the militaristic, American sports juxtapose with Japanese imperial uniforms.  Androgyny is a big element in K-pop – but only for the boys, whose already-perfect skin is digitally sanded to a ceramic glisten. The girls are as hyper-femme as Nicki Minaj’s Harajuku Barbie (probably inspired by K-pop or its Japanese counterpart, J-pop). Perhaps the most intriguing thing about K-pop’s cachet with a select bunch of Western hipsters is its lack of exoticism. Barely perceptible quirks of cultural distance creep in here and there, but for the most part it’s a mirror image of Britney and One Direction type pop, a simulation of a simulation of a simulation. Half-sweatshop, half sweetshop, South Korea’s audiovideo industry churns out the ultimate in digiglam:  eye candy /ear candy so denatured and ultrabrite it’s hard to hold onto the idea that there is a “real” behind the pixie-dust pixels flickering over your eyeballs. Watching G-Dragon or 2NE1 miniaturised on a phone or hand-held, it feels even more like transmissions from some fairy tale world.




Talking about "K-pop’s cachet with a select bunch of Western hipsters"

It struck me that getting into K-pop is really the crack stage of poptimism. 

You started with a few sneaky white lines of Spice Girls and Britney Spears.

Then you're freebasing all kinds of boybands and girlgroups hatched in the managerial lab, choreographed to within an inch of their lives.

And then crack - that is K-Pop.

And perhaps hyperpop (blank as it tries to be, there's meta-intent lurking in there behind the faces - it's simulation pop, there's that tell-tale whiff of art school). 

Whereas K-pop is art-less -  just a hard hard hit of plastic-surface thrill-power, purely mercenary in its motivations, and as devilishly targeting the pleasure centers as the makers of soft drinks and crisps engineering "bliss points" and super-crunch into their products. 

Just as cocaine users (and the same applies for most other drugs, to be fair) don't care about the means by which the powder reaches their nostrils...  narco-cartels and gang warfare, mules and exploited coca peasants, likewise your K-Pop addict doesn't think about how the sausage gets made (high-pressuresuicides, discarded lives). 

Beyond crack? That would be anime popstars that have no physical existence at all. Vocaloids and whatever AI is coming up with next. 

Make-up with no face behind it, motion retouching without anything there in the first place to retouch or tint .... 

It's less exploitative because there's nobody there to be exploited. 


 

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