[This post first appeared on Wurdz Boy’s personal blog, apoplectic.me.]
So. I’ve got an admission to make….
This stroke survivor is in a band.
I think Nerd Bait was first described on here as a “Six-Legged Collaborative Creative Collective”, and that is about the size of it. But that appellation was also a reflexively defensive way not to say “band”.
Yes, we’re an odd kind of modern, transatlantic, virtual iteration of a band, but that’s no excuse. The Dave Matthews Band is a pile of shit, and they’ve got “Band” IN THEIR NAME.
[Scroll down for the new Nerd Bait track, The Bonfire — apoplectic.me gives it FIVE STARS!!!]
But if you’re a forty-year-old stroke survivor, it initially feels a bit odd to say you’re with the band. Particularly when your greatest musical talent was being a bit average at the guitar before the feeling in your left-hand fingertips was dulled. However! That needn’t be a hindrance. Does anyone remember Art Of Noise? Here’s what bandmember Paul Morley had to say about them:
I loved the name Art of Noise [taken from the essay “The Art of Noises” by futurist Luigi Russolo] so much that I forced my way into the group. If over the years people asked me what I did in the group, I replied that I named them, and it was such a great name, that was enough to justify my role. I was the Ringo Starr of Art of Noise. I made the tea. Oh, and I wrote the lyrics to one of the loveliest pieces of pop music ever, Moments in Love.
Prof (née Friendoftheblog) Paul and Singer Steph have just completed the latest Nerd Bait track. At three-and-a-half minutes, it’s the length of a perfect pop single, and this post will make much more sense if you have a listen:
The Bonfire — musically — covers a number of bases recently contemplated on the blog. Why Fidelity? railed against the way in which the listified commodification of music gives “the past an upper hand [that] can be fatal to experimental, innovational activity in the arts and in life.” (A hat tip once again to Barry Faulk’s interesting Love, Lists and Class in Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity (Cultural Critique, No. 66, University of Minnesota Press)).
But the past is such a vast expanse, what’s to be done? Well, as it happens, Paul Morley might point one in the right direction. As well as being a member of The Art of Noise, Ian Wiki notes that Morley is “credited with steering the marketing and promotion of the phenomenal early success of ZTT’s biggest act, Frankie Goes to Hollywood. Although it has never been confirmed, it is claimed that Morley authored the provocative slogans on the band’s T-shirts (e.g. “Frankie Say Arm the Unemployed”, “Frankie Say War! Hide Yourself”).” To this day, the reason I dislike Band Aid’s Feed The World isn’t anything to do with the sense of the line “Do they know it’s Christmastime at all?” but that it kept Frankie’s The Power Of Love out of the Christmas No. 1 slot.
More pertinently, Morley was the first host of BBC2’s The Late Show, and previously wrote for the NME between 1976 and 1984 (roughly contemporaneously with blog favourite Danny Baker, I would guess). Later, he was the focus of BBC Two’s “How to Be a Composer, in which he spent a year at the Royal Academy of Music attempting to learn to compose classical music, despite being unable to read music or play an instrument.”
Unsurprisingly (as described in a recent piece for The Grauniad), when Morley was with the NME, he thought
classical music seemed connected to a dreary sense of uninspiring worthiness that was fixed inside an ideologically suspect status quo, lacking the exhilarating suggestion of new beginnings….
And if there’s one thing apoplectic.me can’t abide, it’s the status quo. Yet Morley — now 57 and just about managing to maintain spikey hair and scraggly beard — has made the clichéd, late-life move into conservative, grown-up classical music. And of course he’s defensive about it.
Morley ends the article with a Spotify list of classical pieces to expand the mind, with endearing missionary zeal. Once I’m done here, I’m going to check it out, even though I doubt there’s anything as aggressively modern and terrifying as this track (Penderecki’s Threnody for the Victims of Hiorshima) that Paul sent me during the summer. The Beach Boys it ain’t. Quoth I:
Even I can tell that’s really good. If Joy Division and Messiaen are a bit too day-glo for you. That is terrifying.
Paul writes: [W]e decided that we should revive the operatic lieder. If you don’t know what this is, you should go and listen to, say, “Frauen Liebe und Leben” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHWUnILQScA). But anyway, the idea was that, in the 1820s, people wrote (basically) pop songs where the words were operatically delivered songs. In German. Cool eh? A bit of an acquired taste, but [Steph and I] both dig them.
Hence my recent walk up Calton Hill for poetic inspiration. There’s a rumour that something may spring out of the comments to this post. And then there are our prior excursions into similar territory, The Trephination Song from The Treacherous Brain, and Moonbeams from Wrong Word Write Time.
The other blog topic echoed by the music of The Bonfire is ageing. As mentioned above, Paul Morley makes note of the cliché of the “late-life move into conservative, grown-up classical music” in his Guardian article. But check out the Penderecki track linked above. Or our Trephination Song. There’s nothing conservative about playing that to a room of folk looking forward to some spoken word entertainment in Edinburgh’s Old Town. While trepanning yourself with a hand held drill.
Friendoftheblogavi recently pointed me towards a study by a team of Concordia University researchers, published in the Journals of Gerontology: Psychological Sciences. As summarised in Medical News Today,
[t]he new study has three major findings that can help forecast cognitive ability in one’s golden years: The more you want to use your brain – and the more you enjoy doing it – the more likely you are to stay sharp as you age.
Speaking of, I’ve just brought the average age of the flu shot clinic crashing down to 132.
— Ricky Brown (@ricky_ballboy) October 9, 2014
Now, no one in Nerd Bait is terribly aged. Well, Steph’s not. And my hair is 17. And Paul has more, and more flexible, neurons than a particularly elastic twenty-year-old. But a month after crashing into my early Clooneys, I’m feeling younger and more comfortable in my skin than ten — heck, twenty — years ago. The idea of a comfortable middle age isn’t terribly unusual, but the possibility of a challenging, exciting one goes unacknowledged — unlike the mid-life crisis — because, as Susan Neiman puts it here, adulthood is a subversive idea. She takes eternal teenager Immanuel Kant as her text.
And this leads her to opine that [t]here is reason to suspect those who tell the young to savour the best years of their lives. The tone is cheery, but the message is ominous: everything else will get worse. Thus young people are prepared to expect – and to demand – very little.
There’s a lot worth reading the article, but the message is, don’t collude in your own infantilisation or consignment to the scrapheap. Take on big questions. Don’t despair. Be active. Oh yeah, and listen to some weird, brilliant music. And make your own. Like some kind of 1820s punk.