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The Art of Home

It’s been quite some time since I last posted, and this entry will shed some light on why.  Between working  and preparing for field research, I haven’t had time to do much else.  During the rarest of free moments, I’ve been spending time at home with Jenn.  Now, these activities might be susceptible to a bit of ridicule from Christian Lander, but hey, we are who we are.

We don’t really watch much television.  We generally prefer to hand pick from the finer entertainment options available on Netflix.  Yes, yes, we dig The Wire.  We dug the Sopranos, too.  It’s not because the hyper-macho foulmouthed dialogue makes us feel more edgy or something (though at times that’s entertaining in its own crass way) or even because the stories are that great (though humanizing junkies and gangsters offers big dramatic payoffs).  No, it’s really more about time, mutual proximity, and snuggling the pup.

Here’s the thing: we prefer chill time in an environment with some style.  We entertain often and we don’t go out all that much, so whether it’s dinner, dance party, or some other random diversion, it’s got to reflect a contemporary eclecticism.  Jenn and I moved into our place a few months ago, and we started decorating almost immediately by painting four of the rooms.  One of our first art hanging projects was to create a salon wall in the front room.

It’s an ongoing project that will accommodate new pieces and rotating items as we have time and space to shift things around.

Early in August, Jenn completed a painting project on a large heirloom mirror to really tie our central hallway together.  I had never hung a piece this large, so that was pretty interesting, but I got by with a little help from a curator friend.  As with many large frames, the wire causes this mirror to lean into the room slightly at the top.  That works out great as a quasi full length mirror directly between bathroom and bedroom.

One of John Wilson‘s originals from the robot/monkey collection adorns another wall in the same room.  He’s a badass.  We procured a trio of originals from another artist friend over the past year, too.  Olan Quattro, we miss you!  Your witty, francophile collage pieces adorn the wall in our den.

Those curtains in the corner are the latest addition.  As a gift for our fifth anniversary, my mother solicited suggestions from Jenn, designed these curtains, and made them for us.  We just got them up last weekend, and we’re really enjoying them.  Check ’em out behind our superhip extra-long-even-accommodates-pete-for-a-nap vintage couch:

All of this makes for multiple awesome places to read, study, listen, click, converse, chill, snuggle, eat, danceparty, or hold a woodwind quintet rehearsal.  More on that later.  Believe it or not, the pix for that rehearsal were taken on a 35mm, so I have to get the film developed.  Technological dinosaur lovers: holla!

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Steppin’ Out With the Classics

My wife and I are doing some things that I’ve wanted to get into for a long time: checking out classic movies and literature.  You might say that we’ve had classic taste in other arenas for a long time.  We both grew up playing and listening to jazz, appreciating classical music, and I even sang some opera scenes in college.  We both stick to non-trendy looks when it comes to style (with some notable exceptions).  Even our silverware is a design that Oneida isn’t likely to discontinue any time soon.  You get the idea.  Somehow, we’ve always had some musicals and classic novels in the backs of our minds that we just never saw or read.

Well, I just finished one of Jenn’s favorite books, Truman Capote’s acclaimed nonfiction novel In Cold Blood.  We watched the movie Capote again recently, so I decided to follow up with a second read through Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird.  Meanwhile, Jenn is tackling the behemoth Southern classic Gone With the Wind.  Last night, after a really tasty pizza at our favorite local family restaurant, we settled into Easter Parade.  Judy Garland and Fred Astaire song-and-danced their way through a film that we both enjoyed thoroughly.  What drummer wouldn’t love this opening dance number?

Although both of us had played the tune many times, neither of us realized that Steppin’ Out With My Baby was from that show.  These are things two music majors ought to know, so I think we’re both pretty pleased with this new old entertainment trend in our lives.

Next up on the Netflix queue: Casablanca.  That’s right: never seen it.  What can you do?  It’s never to late to catch up on the classics.

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Heads up!

I’ve been away for a while working on two more reviews for BlackGrooves.org.  After they gave me the top spot on last month’s page for my Roots Review,  I got a hold of some fun projects this time: the new lil Wayne release and a new documentary about Curtis Mayfield and the Impressions.  BlackGrooves will post their July-August issue sometime next week.  Their page is not equipped for comments at this point, but feel free to hit the comments here if you’d like to leave feedback.

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Featured Artist: Nora Chipaumire

Photo taken by Al Hall at the Maggie Allesee National Center for ChoreographyAbove: Nora Chipaumire mid-sketch at the Maggie Allesee National Center for Choreography (Photo taken by Al Hall)

It’s taken me an unprecedented MONTH to react to this artist, primarily because her residency at the Maggie Allesee National Center for Choreography (MANCC) had such a profound impact on me. My interactions with Nora Chipaumire started because of a history professor who invited me to one of MANCC’s “entry points.” I had been to one other such “informal showing” before, and I had never been more intrigued by a dance event.* MANCC doesn’t present performances; instead, they invite choreographic fellows to come for residencies and the public only ever sees their work in its most embryonic and mutable phases. This takes pressure off of the dancer/choreographers so that they can concentrate on movement and experimentation, but it also creates a qualitatively different atmosphere for reception. It’s an environment that I have come to prefer as a more accessible way of wrapping my head around dance compositions.

During the few weeks between that initial invitation and the last showing of her collaborative piece, I have been humbled to do research for, work with, learn from, and laugh with Nora Chipaumire. She’s a person who enters the room with an irresistible magnetism about her. She says more with every detail of her body and movement than any other artist I have ever seen, and not only with her movement onstage. For example, Chipaumire cuts her hair like the male warriors in her clan:

Maggie Allesee National Center for Choreography

Above: Chipaumire sports her “lion” hair during a rehearsal

Despite the centrality of natural hair to an aesthetic of Afro-centrism in African American style and culture, it’s probably difficult for most Americans to understand the full symbolic effect of this look for Chipaumire. Beyond being an international traveler, a renowned artist, financially independent woman, and generally boisterous personality, grooming this look smashes up Zimbabwean gender roles and norms even further. When she dances, she draws her vocabulary from an equally in-your-face repertory of movement.

One of the most poignant and fascinating images from her recent work involves an image of a Zimbabwean man who was burned alive in South Africa. Rather than embody a passive (if panicked) human torch, Chipaumire’s version of this person focuses on his humanity, his agency as an individual to experience suffering. The informal showing featured the music of Thomas Mapfumo and the Blacks Unlimited (in the flesh!), but I watched Nora rehearse this sketch to the sounds of the Muslim call to prayer, which lent both an window of intimacy into that person’s relationship with his Creator and a globalizing effect to this image of violence (particularly since Islam is widespread in Africa). The result embodied in performance the suffering of many people around the world, but most obviously and painfully the Zimbabweans who have recently experienced xenophobia and violence in South Africa.

Photo taken by Al Hall at the Maggie Allesee National Center for Choreography

Above: Chipaumire “on fire” at the Maggie Allesee National Center for Choreography (Photo taken by Al Hall)

Chipaumire’s choreography juxtaposes of horrifically painful images behind masks of utter bliss: “everything’s fine, I’m fine, I’m wonderful, life is good” . . . complete with toothy minstrel grins. The whole atmosphere reeks of Dunbar’s masquerade, now thrown into stark contemporary relief through a more global light. Bondage, capture, torture, beating, and burning move past this mask, however, all with a sense of personhood and dignity that gives voice to the many thousands of voiceless suffering in Zimbabwe. Chipaumire’s process, moreover, comments on violence in a manner that extends a borderless statement of personhood both toward and on behalf of all who suffer needlessly.

*Sincerest thanks to MANCC, Nora, and all of the others involved with this project (you know who you are) for a wonderful two weeks, permission to use photos, and the opportunity to hang out with Nora, Thomas, and the Blacks Unlimited.

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Illadelph Roots Crew, Rising Down Review

If you have yet to hear the new album from Illadelph’s hip-hop cognoscenti, what are you waiting for?  You can see my review of this bombastic masterpiece in the upcoming June issue of BlackGrooves, which should be out next week.  Enjoy!

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Yep, I’m a church musician

I don’t normally write about religion, but I do specialize in music and ritual in my research. I definitely don’t blog about my personal beliefs either (that’s why they call them personal), so let’s just say it took a couple weeks’ worth of contemplation before I finally decided to put this post out there. Here goes…

I’m a church musician; I’m a staff singer in a local Episcopal church, to be precise. Say what you will about organized religion, but generally Episcopalians are amiable and they make it a priority not to hate anyone. Considering the atrocities that have been carried out in the name of many branches of Christianity, as well as the recent schism between these amiable non-haters and their gay-bashing theological nemeses, I’d say Episcopals are doing okay. But I digress…

I sang at the funeral of a recently retired Army engineer the other day. He was a graduate of West Point and a pillar in his community, where he worked to ensure that state policies kept good standards of environmental stewardship in Florida (boy, could they use him now). More importantly, he was a gentle and vocally well-endowed member of our bass section. One of the lines that touched me in the eulogy was something about how we as a community of faith share common suffering with his family, that we stand in solidarity with them in this difficult time. Although the deceased had planned his funeral, including the money it would take to pay staff singers like me to be there, this was true for me as well.

That same week, I had been working with images and stories of xenophobia and persecution in Zimbabwe and South Africa. Some of the blogren have taken recent opportunities to blog for human rights. I have been shocked by the horror of South African violence and the barbarity of Zimbabwe’s current policies on foreign aid. I stand in solidarity with the bewildered and displaced of Zimbabwe, but I cannot possibly share their suffering. Blogging for human rights, however, is only one way of raising awareness.

Tomorrow night at the Maggie Allessee National Center for Choreography, I’m going to see a developing piece called “Zambezi/Limpopo: Anatomy of a Revolution and the Spirit of Zimbabwean Resistance and Survival.” I have had the privilege of getting to know dancer/choreographer Nora Chipaumire through some research that I’ve done for this piece with several other FSU students. Nora’s powerful performances lend a voice to the thousands of voiceless displaced in and around Zimbabwe. The sketch I saw a few days ago had her dancing the image of a person on fire to the accompaniment of the Muslim call to prayer. I grew up surrounded by rather diverse ecumenical Christian church music, and I have since adopted an even more open stance on world religions and musical ritual. This piece spoke to me from inside a burning person inside a state in crisis. It was truly amazing on both spiritual and aesthetic levels.

Tomorrow’s piece draws from this and other sketches, but Nora will be joined by Zimbabwean revolutionary and world music icon Thomas Mapfumo and his band, Blacks Unlimited. Stay tuned for a full feature of Nora (hopefully with some pix) in a few days. Until then, I’m curious what other folks are doing to reflect upon and raise awareness about this and other conflicts affecting human rights? Give me a holler in the comments if you’ve come across something cool…

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Celebrate!

Today I became Florida State University’s newest candidate for the Ph.D. in Ethnomusicology!  This has been a long time coming, and the culminating meeting with my committee was nothing short of inspiring.  These fine folks have clearly put a lot of thought and time into this project already, and their continued devotion came through in two hours of the most empowering, challenging, and fascinating conversation I think I’ve ever had.  I’m off to celebrate now, but stay tuned for a new featured artist very soon . . .

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Where I’m Comin’ From

Now normally I would not send anyone, least of all my readers, to a really dodgy newspaper website.  However, this particular one happens to be my hometown rag.  The editor-in-chief is a drummer and a big fan of the jazz program in my hometown, so he always gives good coverage to the state championships, where the Harlan Band has been placing in the trophy class since they started that competition.  I am proud to say that I played drums in that band the first time they ever won Iowa Jazz Championships in 1999.  Congrats to another group of young Iowa jazz players, the Harlan Jazz Experience.

You may not hear from me for a few days for the same reason that my posts have been sporadic and short for the past couple of weeks.  I’m in the middle of writing my preliminary exams, after which I’ll be ABD!  Then it’s off to Uganda again . . . that link should keep you busy while I’m out.

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Nu Badu Review

See my review of Erykah Badu‘s recent New Amerykah Pt. 1 (4th World War) in this month’s issue of Black Grooves at www.blackgrooves.org.  They’ve also posted reviews of the new Chuck Berry box set, Lionel Luecke record, and some other juicy media in their April issue.  Hopefully this kind of update will become a common site on ArtclecticAcademic: it looks like I might get to review the second installment of this record and some other media for these folks in the near future.

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Funding for the Arts

 A few weeks ago a colleague at the local arts agency asked me to participate in a grant panel for a program that awards support to local non-profits and state partners.  I spent most of Monday reading grants and most of Tuesday sitting on the panel.  The other panelists were a diverse group of artistic and cultural personalities from various institutions in Tallahassee.  We saw some truly innovative proposals and most everyone received the promise of some funding.  However, the city does not yet know how much the allocation will be for this program.

Moreover, in the middle of the day we got an update from someone at the state level saying no, the divisions of Historic Preservation and Cultural Affairs will not be cut entirely . . . they will only have their funding drastically reduced.  What the hell happened to state of the arts?  Programs like that started because Florida had a reputation for funneling a healthy level of funding into artistic and cultural programs.  I guess we’ve got to suck it up to pay for Charlie’s tax cut.  I think I’ll put that cash together with my economic stimulus package and put it in a savings account so that when I have kids I can pay someone to teach them music and art privately.  At this rate I’ll have to, because by that time there won’t be any state funding left for non-profits and the arts will have been gouged out of the public schools, too.  Thanks, Chuck.

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