• 12 Jun 2007 /  DeCal, Madness, Music

    A recent post on Regina Lynn’s blog regarding a humorous trademark dispute reminded me of the essay Ashley wrote for the DeCal entitled “Grace of Fuck”. Within it she discusses some interesting semantic implications of the verb form of “fuck” acting upon a direct object.

    While it’s true that in some contexts fuck is indeed used to express anger (as is often the case with the exclamatory Fuck!, the verbal command fuck you, or some uses of the present progressive functioning as the adjective fucking, etc.), its different forms hold several other often-fluctuating implications. The verb form of the word itself can mean one of several things; to fuck with someone implies some vague sort of teasing or tormenting, while to fuck someone over denotes some action of betrayal or sabotage, &etc.

    The most notably powerful verb form, though, is that which utilizes the personal direct object: to fuck someone,which is generally accepted to mean, in more passive and appropriate phrasing, to have sex with someone. This use is particularly interesting in that it transforms the clause’s personal object from direct to indirect, negating the use of the preposition with and indicating a new sense of acting upon another person rather than engaging in an action with him or her. In this sense, the word draws a remarkable new sort of modernist meaning that may at once be liberating and emotionally devastating, thus creating a new realm of value in a single verb that is doubtless very useful for drawing certain implications in a literary setting. –Ashley Lystne – and then you explode.

    I can actually recall at least one instance of the phrase “fuck with” that may be problematic. Eazy-E recorded a song entitled “I’d Rather Fuck You” for the N.W.A. album Efil4zaggin that uses “fuck with” describing intercourse rather than torment (the chorus and lyrics would switch between the phrase “I’d rather fuck you” and “I’d rather fuck with you”). This may, of course, be entirely pragmatic. Eazy-E has a habit of sampling the music of Bootsy Collins, and this song is no exception. Here he samples “I’d Rather Be With You” by Bootsy’s Rubber Band. The “fuck with” can be be seen as the pragmatic necessity of maintaining the meter of Bootsy’s original while continuing with the intent to change the meaning of the phrase to something explicitly more carnal. This is consistent with the nature of the lyrics, which are very explicitly sexual and misogynistic (as was typical of Gangsta Rap at the time). As such, the more intimate meaning of the sexual “fuck with” could have been entirely accidental.

    Nonetheless, this choice of phrasing, whether intentional or accidental, creates a far more complex meaning within the song than the standalone “fuck” would have. As described earlier, there’s the irony of the intimate connotation the direct-object-absent “fuck with” contrasted with the sexual misogyny of the verse lyrics. However, there may be another level of (possibly intentional) irony as well which lies in the more common meaning of “fuck with.” When “fuck with” acts upon a direct object it typically means torment, as Ashley described. When taken with this meaning “I’d rather fuck with you” stands in agreement with the misogyny of the verse lyrics rather than in contrast to it. The irony here lies in the assumption that sex is not torment. Unfortunately, this is not always the case, and further may not be the case in this song.

  • 14 May 2007 /  Music

    Hush now child,
    and don’t you cry
    Your folks might understand you
    by and by
    Move on up
    towards your destination
    You may find
    from time to time
    Complications

    Bite your lip
    and take a trip
    Though there may be
    wet road ahead
    You cannot slip
    Just move on up
    and peace you will find
    Into the steeple
    of beautiful people
    Where there’s only one kind

    So hush now child
    and don’t you cry
    Your folks might understand you
    by and by
    Just move on up
    and keep on wishing
    Remember your dreams
    are your only schemes
    So keep on pushing
    Take nothing less –
    not even second best
    And do not obey –
    you must have your say
    You can past the test

    Just move on up!
    To a greater day
    With just a little faith
    You can get your mind to it
    You can show how to do it

    Just move on up!
    Move on up!

    -Curtis Mayfield

  • 28 Apr 2007 /  Music, Theatre

    Sometimes I get a lot of surprise and pleasure from clarifying vague information from my childhood. In this case it was an odd and fairly popular song performed by The Doors called “Alabama Song”. I used to read a lot about The Doors and having noted the atypicality of Alabama Song, it stuck out in my head that it was actually a cover of a song from some sort of obscure musical. It stayed there because I never would have associated The Doors with a showtune. That information stayed in my head without my ever being able to identify the musical it came from.

    Until today when I decided to continue ripping more of my CDs into digital format. The music database pulled all the relevant information from The Doors debut album, including original composer information. Listed in that column for Alabama song were Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill, one of my favorite playwrights, and two of the most important figures in Modern/Postmodern theatre. I was amazed for a minute then everything seemed to make sense. I’ve never considered Brecht and Weill’s work to be musical theatre, but rather theatre with music. So the notion of this staged song worked a bit better in a Doors cover than a showtune. Now, of course, I feel the urge to make sure to see The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny, if only to hear the song as it was originally composed.

    On a slightly unrelated note, I found it odd that the Wikipedia entry for “Alabama Song” has it listed as a pop standard. This notion is also very odd to me because it is difficult for me to consider Brecht “pop”. This has the same effect when I here Louis Armstrong or Frank Sinatra singing the old standard “Mack the Knife“, a song from Brecht’s The Threepenny Opera. These just don’t fit my notion of pop or showtune so my head explodes just a little when I see these labels applied to them.

  • 20 Mar 2007 /  Computers, Madness, Music

    I am currently sitting in front of my computer working on a post that I hope to publish tonight. As a soundtrack to this writing, I have decided to acquaint myself with the solo musical stylings of Mr. Bootsy Collins. My monitor is normally a glory to behold, vast and wide, responsive, bright. And this from a man who loved CRT monitors long after their market demise.

    One thing I could never stand about CRTs was their sensitivity to Electro-Magnetic Interference. Every cell-phone transmission, speaker signal, power sag or spike would cause the screen to quiver and shake EVER so slightly, perceptible only enough to hurt my eyes and annoy the living shit out of me. My display upgrade has left me nothing but satisfied in especially this respect. Until today when I noticed some slight quivering in the Microsoft blue sky background image of my desktop. Ready to run my fist into my beloved monitor for stabbing me in the back, I went in for closer inspection, only to find that that the very slight quiver was in perfect synchrony with the rubber-band bass of Mr. Bootsy Collins himself. Not even liquid crystal can escape the urge to groove.

    God Damn I love the Funk.