From vme.heurikon.com!gtaylor%heurikon.UUCP@cs.wisc.edu Thu Dec 16 18:04:32 1993 Subject: Miles and the Dome.... --------/\---------This appeared in the most recent issue of The Wire, in the midst of a number of "untold stories" about Miles Davis. This is Eno in his Richard Rorty mode [cf. Rorty's "Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity"], being more radically post-structural than usual (normally, he limits himself to attacking the notion of "final vocabularies" rather than mounting radical assaults on the notion of subjects or authors). I thought you all might enjoy it.
My answer to much of this, of course, is that I had *no* idea of who Miles Davis *was* when I first heard him, and had again the same experience when I heard his much earlier work [I worked backward from "Bitches Brew". A friend bought it on the first day that it came out, brought it home, and then threw it in the trash and stalked out of the house we were then living in, allowing me to fetch it from the trash and be impressed that he finally bought an album I liked (*serious Horace Silver/Chet Baker guy....). He *was* an overweight heating engineer from Oslo, for all intents and purposes. And when I got round to finally hearing the "early" Miles, I had no idea it was the same guy. Ah, the pleasures of ahistoricity.... :)
Miles was an intelligent man, by all accounts, and must have become increasingly aware of the power of his personal charisma, especially in the later years as he watched his reputation grow over his declining trumpeting skills. Perhaps he said to himself: 'These people are hearing a lot more context than music, so perhaps I accept that I am now primarily a context maker. My art is not just what comes out of the end of my trumpet or appears on a record, but a larger experience which is intimately connected to who I appear to be, to my life and charisma, to the Miles Davis story." In that scenario, the 'music', the sonic bit, could end up being quite a small part of the whole experience. Developing the context- the package, the delivery system, the buzz, the spin, the story - might itself become the art. Like perfume...
Professional critics in particular find such suggestions objectionable. They have invested heavily in the idea that music itself offers intrinsic, objective, self contained criteria that allow you to make judgments of worthiness. In the pursuit of True Value and other things with capital letters, they reject as immoral the idea that an artist could be 'manipulative' in this way. It seems to them cynical: they want to believe: to be certain that this was The Truth, a pure expression of spirit wrought in sound. They want it to 'out there', 'real', but now they're getting the message that what its worth is sort of connected with how much they're prepared to take part in the fabrication of a story about it. Awful! To discover that you're actually a co-conspirator in the creation of value, caught in the act of make-believe. 'How can it be worth anything if I did it myself?'
I remember seeing a thing on TV years ago. An Indonesian shaman was treating sick people by apparently reaching into their bodies and pulling out bloody rags which he claimed were the cause of their disease. It all took place in dim light, in smoky huts, after intense incantations. A Western team filmed him with infrared cameras and, of course, were able to show that he was performing a conjuring trick. He wasn't taking anything out of their bodies after all. So he was a fake, no? Well, maybe-- but his patients kept getting better. He was healing by context-- making a psychological space where people somehow got themselves well. The rag was just a prop. Was Miles, with a trumpet as a prop, making a place where we, in our collective imaginations, could somehow have great musical experiences? I think so. Thanks, Miles, and thanks everyone else who took part, too.