Scoring R.J. Wheaton's Trip Hop as Music Book
The skinny: this one does everything right, has a great conceptual bent and argumentative voice, and is only too short.
- Scoping: A. :shrug:
- Self-insertion: B. In plain terms, the author is competent (researched, even-handed, and fluid) to the point where his relevance to the matter basically doesn't matter. If I have a problem, it's this interesting sense I got that he's mangling his own opinions here, in places, -- sometimes the treatment of a specific release, in the body of a chapter, is both glancing and negative, and yet it gets tacked on at the end of the chapter on a list as 'essential listening.' (Maybe that's a statement on listening and the distance between the meaning of his and mine. (Reflects worse on me.))
- Rigor, Sociology: B+. The only issue here, I'm serious, is length. I think the expressions of the attitudes and settings of British musicians are good, helpful even; I think if he had a longer leash in writing, there'd be more of a bent towards discussing the fundamental rhetorics both of the musicians' relationships to their work, and of the industry cogs that branded the work. I genuinely feel this is something the author wanted to do, and it ends up in the constellation structuring of the book (works refracted through their relatedness in consciously involved social and artistic themes), in which he only gets to allude to some work worthy of expounding on.
- Captured Character / Premodernism: Call it a C, but without any despair. Not so much of a premodern book, and never staying too horribly long in the headplaces of many musicians (Charlie Dark aka D'Afro of the group Attica Blues feels like a pretty clear 'interviewee who turned out to be exceptionally salient and helpful and so appears thrice as often as you'd expect'). I think he does a good job of rendering artists sufficiently glowing-eyed when discussing their own motivations. What am I doing expounding here, anyway, this topic (at its loci from Tricky to DJ Shadow to DJ Spooky) is, really,( really,) more postmodern than premodern, it doesn't really demand saying...
or does it? If there's a singular statement made through the book (not throughout, but through, in the manner of the skewer that holds the chicken), it's that genre is a consumption concept that should be accepted as a face put on force, little more. (It's cogent: "This book has been an effort to foreground the artifice of categorization as a technology." These words are measured, powerful, good.) In the case of trip hop this went beyond the basal form of epistemic damage implicit to categorization as a means of capitalizing on music despite the fact of musical ultra-non-scarcity; the categorization was, here, the re-imposing of racialized stratifications upon/over work from artists who were in many cases happily pointing to their hip-hop roots, often their hopeful hip-hop belongings.
That's what we have here that's worthy of rescue, and of not letting plummet in the wake.
"The slight nudges which initiate multiplying advantages of our chaotic winner-take-all dynamics are considerably more opaque than whether a radio DJ plays your song. It’s easy to see how, still today, a spontaneously crafted category – the name of a playlist, say – might obscure some artists to the advantage of others. And systems that put mere micropayments into the hands of artists aren’t likely to upend the inequity in music’s commercial structure. In other words, in the age of superabundance we’re no less subject to ignorance of music that requires active effort on our parts as listeners – now users – to address. So perhaps the responsibilities for all this have shifted – from critic, or label marketing copywriter, to listener: to us. It’s on us to discern the narratives of music we like and seek."
The premodernity in hand: the continual success of the production apparatus which normalizes music into muzak and novel form into style; of the judiciary apparatus which echoes force in humanist language (fuck the Turtles, while we're here); and of the critical apparatus which bends and folds the continual successes of music as both information and as the amelioration of space and experience into something scarce, novel, and mystical, what we might miss if we aren't cool enough; sorry if it's gross to read in the language of the French 1960s (sampled and chopped by Brian Massumi)...
The florid lesson: don't let it be simple, when people point at roots or stars they make them. These things are enacted by act, enforced by force, the conscious cats know.