2016-05-23

Cultural Sweet Spot

As a global culture vulture, NJ Kpopper has some thoughts on the development of "national cultures" to the extent that such things are possible.  Of course, the individual artist can always emerge anywhere and anytime to construct their own unique vision by fusing their imagination with their surroundings.  At least NJ Kpopper hopes this is true, for his own sake :)

But it is undeniable that there are certain periods, often quite brief, during which cultural expression flourishes in distinctive ways.  What makes this possible?  The bear is advancing a half-baked theory, that Change, Sincerity, and Freedom are the necessary ingredients.

Change, because the reproduction of static forms, no matter how perfect, does not result in new art or new combinations.  This is why all art eventually congeals (becomes Jell-O really).  Look at classical, jazz, or rock music, all essentially gone today as vital genres where one might expect to find new discoveries.

Freedom, because, well, you have to be able to get those new thoughts out.  Often this freedom is delayed, especially with writers writing "for the drawer", putting down their most intimate thoughts that could not pass through the censors or find acceptance in their own times.  Bulgakov, Babel, Kafka, Platonov, the list is quite long... But the artist must create with freedom.  The Soviet works deformed by censorship were much less interesting that those written "for the drawer".


Sincerity
, which is perhaps the most interesting ingredient.  This does not mean that the artist must be upbeat, positive, or even truthful.  But they must create with a true belief in the meaning of their art to express, make change, or even just entertain.  This is related to the process of decadence in art.  The commercial imperative can often destroy sincerity, since it introduces another layer into artistic decisions other than passion and belief.  When a genre is new and growing, the commercial imperative can often be satisfied without constraining sincerity, but that usually does not last.

Ok, end of theory. What about some examples?

Why has American/British pop/rock music gradually faded away to irrelevance after peaking in the late 60s?  Because Change/Freedom/Sincerity in popular music  were also all at their peak in the 60s.  And by repeating the same forms, newcomers cannot hope to exceed the early exemplars whose elan evoked such excitement.  Hendrix > Hynde > Hives.

Why did Russian Popsa/Estrada music undergo a similar, if much briefer flourishing? Freedom came late, but many took the opportunity and the music burst forth as if under pressure, with Kino (Кино) leading the way.  Under this environment, even blockbusters can express sincerity [think Brother (Брат) with Nautilus Pompilius (Наутилус Помпилиус)].  Then a gradual descent, through some still entertaining sounds, because they still had sincerity.  Nearly last in this line is something like Koshki Mishki by Cuba (Кошки-мышки/ КУБА).  [Another aside, apparently the lead singer of Cuba has resurfaced, singing a cover of a better original by Gorod 312/Город 312]

And in the end, creativity wanes and a cynical shock value emerges, "celebrating", if that is the word, the most banal elements of life.  Exhibit A for this is the horrendous Стиль собачки by Потап и Настя (and Бьянка), which I will not dignify with a link or a translation.  Or Anaconda, or any Miley Cyrus exhibition.  It doesn't really matter what talent is brought to bear at this point, if the end is just making money by attracting eyeballs.

I am afraid K-pop will reach this point at some point as well, and I will have to jump off, leaving only bright memories.  Right now, there is a virtuous circle of growing interest, growing experimentation, and waves of talent with the requisite "sincerity" (some are more sincere than others).  To use "freedom" in the context of K-pop is not quite right, and perhaps the lack of freedom results in a lack of deep meaning in K-pop, but K-pop is at least in a free phase of its evolution.  But one can see the vast commercial machinery surrounding the industry ready to clamp down and push towards tawdry sensationalism.  At least this is not the dominant trend there yet.

Perhaps NJ Kpopper will revisit this topic in the future with more film and literature examples.


2016-05-17

Mick Jones in the Library

So apparently all the music that you've ever listened to still lies in your head waiting to be retrieved or reawakened by some future touchstone. That in itself is an awesome feat of brain processing power.  But it can be dangerous, if the wrong live wire ends touch, then some fearsome energy can be released.

While the tunes remain the same, the meaning of the artistry can certainly change.  Sometimes the passage of time reveals certain truths.

For example, this lame "Train in Vain?" proves that the energy source of the Clash was Joe Strummer.
Bad suit.  Muffs the lines.  Guitar sound is flat, undistorted.  Geriatric lounge energy level.  Of course, Mick could never really sing, so can't complain about that. But it is the sad fact that a punk anthem (albeit at the later pop punk end phase) has descended into utter mildness.

Just as McCartney needed the harder edged Lennon to de-treacle his pop syrup, Strummer was the jagged thumping heart that was the source of the Clash's true energy. Sadly, a heart that blew out too soon.

But the comments reveal that the viewers' judgement is clouded by their own misty memories, which could happen to us all, I guess.  Their reaction shows that they are recreating an intensity in their own minds that could never exist if this were the first time they were hearing the song in this version.

NJ Kpopper fears ending up like that, but is seeking a better path by digging deeper for fresh bitter truths.

Fortunately, some geezers do not succumb to the same kind of softening as Mick, as in:


Those covers, however, prove the next point ... that is extremely hard for a cover to improve on the original, even when the cover is great... so kudos to those that can pull that difficult trick off!

2016-05-16

Extruded Electronic Mind

Well, it appears that a Google Image search on NJKpopper is like a window into the bear's subconscious mind.  Might as well surrender and accept that the Internet already knows more about your thoughts than you do, and try to find a way to make use of that.  That's part of what this blog is about, coming to terms with the electronic extrusion of your mental processes and the knowledge that someone out there knows about it.  So better try to present it sensibly and at least partially on your own terms.  Since it is not possible to hide (during spring at least, during winter one hibernates), it is necessary to stop trying to hide.

2016-05-13

Hot Springs Geisha

Well, NJ Kpopper continued researching the Snow Country in Japan (as mentioned in an earlier post), and "way led to way", as they say.  And so, awareness of the "Autobiography of a Geisha" [芸者,苦闘の半生涯] written by Sayo Masuda [ますだ • さよ ] came to this bear.


Kawabata's Snow Country describes the life of a "hot springs geisha" ['onsen geisha' will still return rather adult-oriented google results] from the outside gaze of a rather self-absorbed man [something NJ Kpopper can identify with], but that perspective is obviously incomplete.  Masuda's work takes us inside that world, with a completely unvarnished look at the brutal conditions of human servitude and poverty that led Masuda into a life where being a geisha was her only way of surviving.  This is apparently the only autobiography describing the world of a non-elite geisha, who have only a few social protocols to distinguish themselves from street prostitutes.

Suicide and death hang heavily over Masuda, but ultimately it is her own unique voice and hard-won appreciation for life that come through.  The lengthy Wikipedia entry or any other summary like this post will make it seem as though this book has value only for its documentary qualities.  It is both a moving "triumph over adversity" story, like the Diving Bell and the Butterfly [Le Scaphandre et le Papillon], and a great page turning read. In fact, Masuda's writing is amazingly observant and vital.  It is just a beautiful book.  Just two special quotes to give an idea here:

"In every human heart is a place where you put your broken dreams. When something doesn't work out, no matter what it may be, you just have to give it up and stuff it in with your broken dreams. And make sure you keep the lid on tight."

"Motoyama-san taught me that 'loving someone has nothing to do with your physical self; it's a spiritual longing, it's trusting each other, it's wanting the other person to be happy, it's getting outside yourself; that's what true love is.' "

It just gets better from there. The English translation by Rowley is great, but certainly someone who can read Japanese would get even more out of it, since by all accounts her use of language was very fresh and direct in Japanese as well. Masuda overcame illiteracy only as an adult.

What ultimately led her out of the geisha life was her desire to give something back to children who had nothing, like she was when she was a child.  That resulted in her beginning to write children's books.  The Autobiography includes one such children's story, about an orphaned hawk named Piiko, which contains a surprising moral lesson with many metaphorical overtones, applicable to cross-cultural outsiders and others.  It's the kind of story that it would be possible to imagine every child reading through a project like Let's Read: Mongolia, alongside the Adventure of Jingenuur [Жингэнүүрийн аялал].


Let me end this post with the closing of Piiko's story:

"At all times and in all things, we humans tend to judge the worth of something by its outward appearance only. But even a bad person may have a good heart. We should look carefully into one another's hearts and do what we can to help one another."



2016-05-12

Language Learning

Well, it looks as though learning Mongolian is going to edge out Korean for the time being.  With the Baikal or Bust project proceeding, if there is any time that Mongolian will come in handy, it is now.  So NJ Kpopper is going to have to get serious about that.  At least Cyrillic is easier than Hangul. I just need more subtitled M-dramas to replace my K-dramas, like Twenty Again...

2016-05-07

Overemotional

So, NJ Kpopper's shyness stems from the fact that he is always trying to protect himself from some kind of overstimulation.

But, this bear now accepts that he is overemotional, and he is going to try to embrace and exploit that side of his personality.

We'll see if that gets NJ Kpopper into trouble or not.

"I'm driving my car too fast, with ecstatic music on" - what NJ Kpopper used to do when Björk saved his life the first time...

Don't forget the songs that saved your life, says Morrissey...

Trying to pay tribute here...

"Yes, you're older now, and you're a clever swine, but they were the only ones that ever stood by you..."

2016-05-05

Further Prince reflections - Girls and Boys

Still feeling guilty about saying anything negative about Prince in the wake of his death, I guess.  Still listening to the explosive YouTube postmortem bloom.

NJ Kpopper is again focusing in on the "Parade" album, soundtrack to "Under the Cherry Moon", ground zero of teenage romantic angst.  Again, might be just my personal bias linked to a place and time, but I think this is great stuff.  I have been listening to that album again.

Again, again, because it seems like it never left me.  It was always inside.  Let's zoom in even further.  One track, that is treated as a throwaway joke in the film, is "Girls & Boys" - not a hit single, not a romantic ballad, just "fluff".  But Prince's fluff is no ordinary fluff.

The song is a monumental funky groove that he could have used to launched the career of another "Bangles" had Prince chosen to gift the song.  You can listen while it lasts on YouTube.  Let's zoom in again.  Just the lyrics...

We start with
He only knew her for a little while,
but he had grown accustomed to her style

Not only cute, but smooth and metrical.  To be followed by a pleasantly jarring provocation, mild by Prince's standards...
She had the cutest ass he'd ever seen
He did too, they were meant to be

That earthiness sets the stage for a rapid liftoff into romanticism...
They loved to kiss on the steps of Versailles
It looked like rain, mama, birds do fly
I love you baby, I love you so much,
maybe we can stay in touch
Meet me in another world, space and joy,
vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys

Then a bit of tragedy, doomed romantic love, and a sophisticated french filip to close...

He gave her all the love that anyone can,
but she was promised to another man
He tried so hard not to go insane
Birds do fly, looks like rain
I love you baby, I love you so much,
Maybe we can stay in touch
Meet me in another world, space and joy,
vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys

Sounds great so far, but the mark of greatness is to keep on reaching higher, which Prince achieves in the next two heartbreaking lines...

Life is precious baby, love is so rare
I can take the breakup if you say that you care

After that the song continues, and the "meet me in another world" line takes on deeper resonance...

He had to run away, his pride was too strong
It started raining, baby, the birds were gone
(I love you baby, I love you so much)
Maybe (Maybe we can stay in touch)
Meet me in another world (Meet me in another world, space and joy)

All of this, still "encoded" in the trappings of a pop song that many people may not bother to listen to the words to, even if they can discover its existence 30 years later.

This is by way of tribute and exculpation (and proof) of my earlier comment that Prince had too much talent that things came easily to him.  NJ Kpopper was someone whose character was formed by actually listening to all of those Prince lyrics.



2016-05-04

Seeking a fox tale

Still fascinated by the Kumiho (Gumiho).
[image credit: Jon Lau]

But I am looking for a Mongolian (or in a pinch Kazakh or Kyrgyz) version of some kind of fox legend to throw a sidelight on the Kumiho itself.  Going to have to dig a bit here.

On a related note, is the source of energy in the body the heart or the liver?  That seems to be a tale in itself.
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Ger - Yurt - Symbolic Blockage

The problem with having a single internationally recognized symbol of a traditional lifestyle is that it can become a cliche that gets in the way of further understanding.
The tunduk on the Kyrgyz flag gets right by abstracting away from the yurt image itself.  There is always a delicate balance.  The symbol gains power by rolling up and accumulating within itself the "cultural capital" of thousands of individual lived experiences.  But, like a black hole sun, the symbol finishes by sucking all of the actual life out the soil that nourished it.  Eventually, you cannot escape the gravitational pull of the symbol, and it obliterates the lived reality, and starts turning up everywhere.
Then you have to either ignore the symbol altogether, which seems like a sad loss, or use some clever planning and carefully applied force to move the symbol just enough so that it will not be sucked into the black hole, but use the symbol's pull as a gravitational slingshot to fling your new use of it onto an entirely new path, where it will arrive with great force.