the bubbling up
Richard Powers on the blindness of (1950s) American high culture to American music puts me in mind of De Certeau’s “bubbling up” of creativity:
…this country had a music – spectacularly reinventing itself every three years, the bastard of chanted hymns, spirit hollers, cabin songs, field calls and coded escape plans, funeral rowdiness gathered by way of New Orleans, gutbucketed and juggged, slipped up the river in cotton crates to Memphis and St. Louis, bent into blue intervals that power would never recognize, reconvening north, to be flung out everywhere along Chicago’s railhead as unstoppable rag, and overnight – the longest, darkest overnight of the soul in all improvised history – birthing jazz and its countless half-breed descendants, a whole glittering Savoy ballroom full ofoffspring scatting and scattering everywhere, dancing the hooves off anything whiteness ever made, American, American, for whatever that meant, a music that had taken over the world while the classical masters were looking the other way…
Oh, and more academically speaking, I quite like Mark Poster’s take on Hardt and Negri’s underinformed cyberdystopia. Thanks to Mel for the heads up on the inaugural issue of Berg’s new journal Cultural Politics.

