"Arthur Russel's Strange Revival"

Has there ever been a revival as strangely beautiful as Arthur Russell’s? Composer Philip Glass released Another Thought, the first posthumous collection of Russell’s music, on Point Music in 1994, a couple of years after his mentee and friend died in relative obscurity. Ten years then passed before Audika and Soul Jazz released Calling Out of Context and The World of Arthur Russell in close succession in early 2004. Instead of cancelling each other out in front of what was assumed to be a tiny market, the releases triggered an unprecedented level of interest in Russell’s music—music that in many respects had been too diffusely complicated to attract a significant audience during Russell’s lifetime.

Supported by Russell’s surviving lover Tom Lee and uniquely ready to embrace the full range of Russell’s music, Audika’s Steve Knutson went on to become the label head Russell never had the good fortune to work with during his curtailed life. With each album immaculately designed and notated, Knutson combined the re-release of albums such as World of Echo with compilations such as Love Is Overtaking Me, which was drawn from the mythological shelves of unreleased reel-to-reel tapes that filled a wall of Russell’s and Lee’s walkup Manhattan apartment at 437 East 12th Street. Now, following a hectic period of Arthur Russell-themed tribute albums and memorial concerts, comes another Audika release, Corn.

The album showcases material Russell started to work on during 1982-83, when he had good reason to believe his efforts would be released on Sleeping Bag, the label he co-founded with Will Socolov. But Socolov had become frustrated by Russell’s indecisiveness and was more interested in releasing dance tracks that would directly appeal to the city’s burgeoning party scene, and so the songs were left to drift until Rough Trade’s Geoff Travis handed Russell an album deal that enabled him to get busy with the unfinished tapes. With his home studio in place, if never wholly finished in his own mind, Russell laid down most of the tracks by himself, calling in trusted collaborators Mustafa Ahmed (percussion) and Peter Zummo (trombone) to add parts, with Rik Albani also contributing trumpet. “Arthur made me wait for years,” recalls the Rough Trade boss. “It was frustrating, but I knew he needed my support to keep financing his music.”

Knutson issued four songs from these sessions on Calling Out of Context: “The Deer in the Forest Part One”, “The Platform on the Ocean”, “Calling Out of Context” and “I Like You!” Corn presents another nine, each one a precious addition to one of the most far-reaching catalogs of late-20th-century music—a catalog grounded in Russell’s openness to the panoply of sounds that were taking root in New York City during the ’70s and ’80s. The opening track, “Lucky Cloud”, provides a jam-driven corrective to the somewhat mournful acoustic version selected for Another Thought, an album framed by the sweeping tragedy of the AIDS epidemic. “See My Brother, He’s Jumping Out (Let’s Go Swimming #2)” executes more sonic acrobatics than the 12-inch version of “Let’s Go Swimming” remixed by the pioneering DJ-remixer Walter Gibbons, with Russell’s mesmerizing cello and floating voice offsetting the track’s complex rhythmic layers and fat synthetic bassline. “This Is How We Walk On the Moon” roughs up the version included on Another Thought, taking the song into surreal funk territory. Trippy and dreamy, playful and ambient, “Ocean Movie” might have been recorded while Russell thought of the fish tank he and Lee kept in their apartment. The rest of the tracks are equally compelling. One day it’ll happen, but for now Russell’s music refuses to age.

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"How Grace Jones Became a Disco Diva"

Disco started to go mutant before the backlash of 1979 compelled its producers to quit their exploration of punk, new wave, funk and dub combinations. As disco outsold rock for the first time during 1978, for instance, figures such as Arthur Russell, Michael Zilkha and Walter Gibbons were carrying dance music into dissonant territory as they added their left field touch to releases like Dinosaur’s “Kiss Me Again,” Cristina’s “Disco Clone” and Love Committee’s “Just As Long As I Got You.” But the shake-up arguably started even earlier, when Grace Jones recorded “I Need a Man,” “Sorry” and “That’s the Trouble” for the French label Orpheus between 1975-1977. Admittedly, Jones didn’t set out with any radical intent, her main concern being to switch from modelling to music. Yet these releases stand out as early studies in disco juxtaposition thanks to the way her stiff, gravelly voice combines so uneasily with the standardized disco-backing track. DJs and dancers could start to freak out in a different way.

Jones went on to release three disco albums with Island, Portfolio (1977), Fame (1978) andMuse (1979), all of them now reissued as part of an elaborate box set. Given that pioneering disco remixer Tom Moulton produced all three, and given that Jones is now widely regarded as one of disco’s definitive divas, it’s easy to assume they amount to a landmark trilogy, with Jones now deemed by Island to have been a “natural choice” for Moulton following his work with The Three Degrees, MFSB and The Trammps. But whereas the gospel-R&B tradition produced what seemed like a small army of African-American divas who were able to connect with New York’s predominantly gay dance crowds through a sense of shared emotional hardship as well as a relentless will to survive, Jones cultivated an inverted diva persona that combined affectlessness, dominance and drag. And while dance crowds loved her stage persona and style, relations with Moulton soon turned strained. “Grace became very grand when it was time to do the album,” Moulton told me. “I guess the success went to her head. I finally got so mad I said, ‘Grace, it’s amazing that with so little talent you can please so many!'”

Chris Blackwell of Island picked up Portfolio once it had been completed and went on to release Fame and Muse, having heard about Jones through writer Nik Cohn, author of the article that inspired the making of Saturday Night Fever. “He was a friend of mine,” recounts Blackwell. “He said, ‘There’s this unbelievable looking Jamaican girl in New York, you should check her out, she wants to be a singer.” Ready to enter the disco market after making his name in ska, reggae and rock, Blackwell was all set to sign Jones based on her image. So he was pleasantly surprised when he listened to “La Vie En Rose,” a new track from the first album, and deemed it “unbelievable.” But the triple dose of musical covers that took up the whole of the first side were sonically insipid as well as ill-suited for Jones, whose voice seemed stiff when faced with the melodic-emotional demands of the form. “Do or Die” turned out to be the standout track on Fame yet fell short of Moulton’s finest work; the sequence of French language covers seemed to be made for lounge listening rather than dance floor play. Musesank because of the backlash and also because it was the weakest of all three albums.

While Jones fans and disco collectors will rightly welcome this reissue, history suggests that the releases were somewhat out of time, delivering an instrumental backdrop that was already beginning to sound generic and presenting an artist whose sense of discord was a little ahead of its time. Jones would find her ultimate expression on her next three albums, the Compass Point trilogy, when Blackwell took control of the studio. Dub, rock, soul, funk and disco swerved and clashed to create a new form of cacophonous bliss. Whether other disco artists struggled to survive the backlash, Jones would relax into her mutant self.

This article originally appeared in the Summer 2015 issue of Electronic Beats Magazine. Click here to read more from this issue.

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"How Loleatta Holloway Became Disco's Most Sampled Artist"

Tim Lawrence, author of 'Loves Saves the Day', recounts the life and legacy of Loleatta Holloway, who has been sampled in house music over 300 times.

The lead single on Loleatta Holloway’s 1978 album Queen of the Night, “Catch Me on the Rebound,” featured a Norman Harris production, a 12-inch mix by Walter Gibbons and lyrics that displayed emotional strength in the face of adversity. The stellar lineup, combined with Holloway’s swashbuckling entry into disco during 1976–77, gave her reason to believe the track would carry her from local to national notoriety. But instead, it carried the kernel of a prophetic message that defined the artist’s career as she belatedly crossed over into pop not through her own recordings, but in the phantasmic form of a sampled and uncredited vocalist whose lyrics were lip-synched by a model who didn’t speak English. When other producers and remixers started to sample Holloway’s disco tracks rather than invite her into the studio, it became clear that most listeners would only catch Holloway on the rebound—distressed by the breakdown of the old recording certainties, upset that a facsimile was deemed to be better than a performance. To her added dismay, Holloway ended up becoming one of the most sampled artists of the disco era.

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The artist made her way into disco through classic roots. Born in Chicago, she sang gospel alongside her mother in a 100-strong choir and joined the gospel group the Caravans before recording two categorically secular R&B albums with producer, manager and future husband Floyd Smith. In 1976, label head Ken Cayre signed her to Salsoul, a vibrant independent label intent on landing a star who could match Donna Summer’s West Coast rise at Casablanca.

Holloway’s first effort, Loleatta, included “Hit and Run,” which DJ remixer Walter Gibbons transformed into an 11-minute exploration of groove music and vamping. Vince Montana went on to invite the vocalist to sing vocals on the Salsoul Orchestra’s “Runaway,” handing her a featured artist credit for her contribution. When Holloway appeared at downtown private party the Gallery to promote songs like “We’re Getting Stronger,” “Dreamin’,” “Is It Just a Man’s Way?” and “Hit and Run,” she found herself strangely lost for words. “I was really surprised that the gay crowd was so into me,” she told me in a 1997 interview. “I didn’t have to build them up. They were already there.”

To Holloway’s surprise if not shock, the multicultural gay crowd that formed such an important bloc within the 1970s dance movement felt a natural affinity with black female vocalists who sang about relationship troubles in defiantly resourceful and emotionally articulate ways. Yet her huge popularity on the New York party scene didn’t translate into national pop stardom, and with the 1978 release of Queen of the Night, she became entangled in Salsoul’s temporary loss of form as Cayre chased the easy buck in the slipstream of Saturday Night Fever’s tearaway run. Holloway blazed back with Loleatta Holloway, a 1979 album that included “The Greatest Performance of My Life,” and her barnstorming contribution to Dan Hartman’s “Vertigo / Relight My Fire.” Released the following year, Love Sensation didn’t let down either as the title track tore up the city’s floors. Holloway recounted later that Hartman made her sing the song 30 times before her voice—supported in the final, successful take by Vicks VapoRub and coffee—reached the hard, deep tonality he wanted for the track. But disco was beating a commercial retreat by the time these records came out, and the Chicago artist reconciled herself to the possibility that a once-in-a-career opportunity had not quite been taken.

For reasons hard to pinpoint, Holloway struggled to adapt to the post-disco era. She had always counted herself among the disco divas that appreciated how the 1970s dance sound had boosted their careers while maintaining that ballads were important as well, because it was on the slower songs that they could properly stretch out vocal range and expressivity. Yet while the likes of Taana Gardner, Grace Jones and Donna Summer rode the transition to the post-disco era by embracing elements of rock, dub and funk within a slower tempo, a new generation of breakthrough divas—including Jocelyn Brown and Gwen Guthrie—confirmed that there was still space for African-American vocalists to record full-throttle dance music. Holloway released only one more record with Salsoul, “Seconds,” a 1982 track mixed by Shep Pettibone. She lost her husband that same year. “In need someone,” she sang on her next track, “Crash Goes Love,” an Arthur Baker production issued by Warlock in 1984.

Lacking the kind of monster hits that someone like Gloria Gaynor could convert into a celebrity appearance career, Holloway slipped out of the musical zeitgeist until Junior Vasquez’s “My Loleatta.” The track laid a recording of a rare Holloway live performance at Better Days over funkified electronic beats, sampled effects and keyboard lines. Vasquez reproduced resident DJ Bruce Forest’s deployment of the original tape, which he laid over house tracks and disco instrumentals such as MFSB’s “Love Is the Message.”

“The speaking part was in sections and lasted about 40 minutes in total,” Forest recalled in 1998. “The crowd went nuts for it and it became my trademark.” Vasquez got hold of the vocal track via Shep Pettibone after the remixer  helped himself to the tape against the resident DJ’s instructions, because he had promised Holloway he would never give it out. “He gave this copy to Junior Vasquez, who promptly took my idea, laid the vocal over a house track and made a record called ‘My Loleatta,'” added Forest. “It was a mild success and he made a few more. He also actually put the a cappella on a 12″ and sold it. I was furious, and so was Loleatta.”

If Holloway felt a degree of comfort that she appeared as the credited artist on “So Sweet,” a 1987 release by Chicago house label DJ International, her relationship to the onrush of sampling technology degenerated sharply when Black Box sampled her entire vocal for “Love Sensation” on Italo house track “Ride On Time.” Not only did the production outfit not have permission; it also employed a French model to lip-synch over the Chicagoan’s vocals. Traumatized by the episode, and resentful at the way Black Box were warmly received in the United States by people who knew she had delivered the original vocal, including Soul Train’s Don Cornelius, Holloway found no solace in the record’s international chart success. For sure, sales helped her settle out of court for an undisclosed sum, but given the choice, she would have preferred to have been fully credited as well as paid through a regular contract.

“I thought I was gonna lose my mind,” Holloway told writer and DJ Bill Brewster in 2005. “Seriously. I almost had a nervous breakdown. I couldn’t talk about it without cryin’. I’d spent so long tryin’ to be an entertainer, and I’m not even getting a credit for it? It was like, ‘How dare they?’ Someone’s just taken something from you, right in front of your face.” She added: “For years it destroyed me.”

Producers and remixers have gone on to sample Holloway’s vocals more than 300 times, or more than double the number clocked up by Donna Summer, disco’s highest-profile vocalist. Among the most prominent, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch led the way, inserting a couple of lines from the chorus of “Love Sensation” into “Good Vibrations,” a join-the-dots house-rap track that doubled as a faux duet. This time around Holloway received a credit on the individual tracks where her vocal appeared, although didn’t get name-checked in the artist title and remained skeptical about her clipped video appearance on what turned out to be her second vicarious number-one record. Cevin Fisher drew on the same source in his pumping house track “You Got Me Burning Up.” Ricky Martin teamed up with a virtual Holloway to deliver a fresh version of “Relight My Fire.” In an altogether stranger exchange, Whitney Houston sampled Holloway’s “We’re Getting Stronger” in “Million Dollar Bill,” lip-synching to vocals she apparently couldn’t deliver as effectively as the ex-Salsoul artist. The phenomenon led to some fresh commissions, as was the case when the UK dance outfit Fire Island turned to Holloway to sing a cover of Paul Weller’s “Shout to the Top.”

I got to speak with Holloway in 1997 after Ken Cayre put in a word for me. I knew her music from purchasing the first couple of volumes of Classic Salsoul Mastercuts, and for the longest time had obsessively mixed an a cappella of the artist vamping on “Stand Up” onto everyone instrumental house track I bought. I should have grasped that it was always going to be a tough interview from the sheer length of time it took Cayre to persuade her to talk, but was still taken aback by the speed at which it stalled after I introduced myself by mentioning some of the people I’d contacted while researching my first book. Holloway clammed up as soon as I mentioned Louie Vega, perhaps because Vega had invited India rather than Holloway to deliver the vocals to “Runaway” on the Nuyorican Soul album. “Louie Vega and the whole lot of them, let them do the talkin’!” she said. “They seem to be getting the better of the steak anyway.”

I spent the next half hour failing to persuade Holloway to talk about the sunnier side of her recording career. “Music didn’t do anything for me,” she retorted at one point. “I would probably have did better staying in the gospel and getting me a nine-to-five job. I probably would have been better off than trying to make a career out of this because my career was destroyed, starting with Black Box.” She maintained that “Loleatta Holloway is not even a person,” adding that “you can cry, cry, cry so much and the it’s like, for what reason?” She had suffered more than most. “I know I’m one of the most sampled women there is,” she added. “It’s one thing with the sample if you give someone credit, but when you take the sample and take the credit and you are them, it’s another thing altogether. There’s so much they’ve done to me to just knock me out completely, like I never existed.”

In some ways it was the same old Holloway, speaking her mind, vamping the world to rights, but now the emotion was cold rather than gushing, despondent more than defiant. It was reassuring, then, to read the artist telling Brewster she was over the Black Box period. “You know the other day Marky Mark was on the TV talkin’ about that record and he never even mentioned my name,” she observed. “I’m so used to people like this that it doesn’t even phase me anymore. I remember a time that would’ve hurt me. I’ve come a long way!”

A solidly-built woman who wore her heart on her sleeve, Holloway was always likely to clash with the reckless end of the digital era, uncomfortable with the ease of immaterial recording, the mutability of identity and the ephemerality of relationships. Yet the digital era hasn’t produced its own Loleatta, because vocal chords aren’t whipped into shape the way they used to be, and vocalists along with their producers have come to prefer clean to guttural. Meanwhile the raw feeling and ardent emotion that drove the recording studios and dance floors of 1970s has dissipated into something more provisional and dispersed. Another slice of that era slipped away from us when Holloway died of heart failure in 2011. The 300-plus reworkings of her songs testify to the enduring appeal of her voice, even if they can’t match the original efforts.

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“Lucky Cloud Loft Party in London”, Electronic Beats, Autumn 2014

The Lucky Cloud Loft Party began with David Mancuso, who has been running private parties in downtown New York since Valentine’s Day 1970. I met David while I was researching my book on the rise of DJ culture in downtown New York. He became the key figure of that book, and as it was going into production David said to me, "How about we start putting on parties in London?" Since June 2003, Colleen Murphy, Jeremy Gilbert and I have been running the party according to the principles of David’s New York parties, which aim to enable people to dance and relax in a physically and socially comfortable setting. For the first 11 years we held the party in a converted power station with springy wooden floors. We decorated the room with hundreds of balloons, just like we were putting on a kid’s birthday party, to evoke a time of joy and freedom. We put on a spread of food to give guests energy for the marathon dance. And we set up the room so that the first thing a dancer would see would be the party room and not the booth, because the dance floor is the focus of the party, not the person selecting records.

Photo by Jo Kemp

Photo by Jo Kemp


David has never called himself a DJ. Instead he prefers to call himself a “musical host” because he is a party host who also happens to select music that he thinks his friends will enjoy. The sound system is almost entirely analogue and is made up of high-end stereo equipment that is highly efficient and sensitive, including Klipschorn speakers and Koetsu cartridges. It only supports vinyl playback because vinyl is the warmest and most detailed medium. The overall aim is for the system to reproduce the original recording as accurately as possible because the energy of the party will rise in correlation to the musicality of the experience.

Whether the role is taken up by David or by someone else, the musical host will play the entire party, from 5pm to midnight, drawing on a wide range of sources that stretch from acid rock to disco to house to minimal techno--because the world is diverse and magical so why restrict the music to a single genre? Records are also selected according to an arc of intensity that matches the arc of an acid trip, because LSD was the drug of choice when David held his first dance party on Valentine’s Day 1970—he wrote the words “Love Saves the Day” on his party invites for a reason. David learned from the acid guru Timothy Leary that the acid trip is comprised of three stages, or three “bardos”, so he selected his selections so they would match the intensity of these phases: the gentle, playful beginning; the deeper, more introverted transcendental circus that follows; and the more open, more social, more uplifting experience of the re-entry. David was the first person on the downtown party scene to take dancers on a musical journey and although that’s become something of a lost art in contemporary club culture the remains important to us, whether we chose to take LSD or not.

Whatever the stage of the party, the musical host won’t take the sound system above 100dB because anything above that can start to tire or even damage the ear. That might not sound terribly important but if the ear starts to get tired it’ll need to have the volume turned higher in order to get the same kind of impact from the music and this process quickly follows the law of diminishing returns. Early on we found that quite a few people would come up to us and ask if we could encourage David to play the music louder—because we’d all become used to hearing loud bass music played at 120dB and above. What’s interesting is that we no longer get anyone asking us these questions. Instead we have this very clear experience where the music comes through very powerfully but we can also have a conversation on the dance floor without having to shout. Our have adjusted to a new way of listening.

Another distinguishing feature of the parties is the absence of a mixer in the sound system. David decided to get rid of this piece of equipment after he concluded in the early 1980s that a musical signal becomes more powerful if it has to pass through the least number of electronic stages possible as it passes from the vinyl to the ear. He decided that the musicality of the experience was more important than his ability to mix records or, as he put it, interfere with the intensions of the recording artist. Getting rid of the mixer also enabled David to shift the attention of the party from the booth to the dance floor. Of course it’s become mandatory to have non-stop mixing in contemporary party culture and people assume that any gap between records would lead to a decrease in the energy of the party. But what we’ve found in London is that the pause has become a moment of heightened intensity, when people can clap, scream and whistle, showing their appreciation of the music. It’s really quite thrilling.

David had to stop traveling to London a few years ago and at that point Colleen stepped into the role of musical host. Since then Simon and Guillaume, two members of Lucky Cloud Sound System, the collective of friends who make the parties happen, have also selected records at parties. It’s a testament to the soundness of principles of David’s set-up that the parties have continued to go from strength to strength.

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"AIDS, the Problem of Representation and Plurality in Derek Jarman's Blue". Social Text, 52/53, Queer Transexions of Race, Nation, and Gender, Autumn -Winter, 1997, 241-264.

The Venice Biennale

Derek Jarman's Blue did not explode onto the cinematic world in the full glory of Hollywood hype. When the film was premiered at the Venice Biennale in June 1993, McDonald's didn't organize a special promotion of blue hamburgers, and Coca-Cola stuck to its red-colored cans and brown- colored drink. Nor were there dozens of photographers hustling for the best shot of the sexiest star as the audience gathered at the Palazzo de Cinema. No, the screening of Jarman's film passed quietly-just Jarman himself, a single reporter, a small audience, and seventy-six minutes of unchanging blue celluloid backed by a soundtrack about the director's experience of living and dying with AIDS.

The same night, at another Biennale event, Elizabeth Taylor presided over an "Art against AIDS" gala in a sixteenth-century palazzo on the Grand Canal.1 Here there were only sponsors, with the price of admission depending on what type of patron you were: artists could contribute an item to the "Drawing the Line against AIDS" exhibition, whereas nonartists had to pay $2,500 for their place at the table. "Artists have always been, and always continue to be, the living conscience and unbowed spirit of every generation," Taylor told Chaka Khan, Yoko Ono, Valentino, and the rest of the guests. "I take comfort, for you have proved we have not lost our way." Press reports focused on the glamorous excess of the occasion-marble foyers, water taxis, brocade walls, and Taylor's chic chiffon outfit adorned with a diamond necklace.

The organizers of the Biennale were less confident than Taylor that the art world had not lost its way and accordingly named the aperto (experimental) section "Emergency." Pride of place was given to an Oliviero Toscani United Colours of Benetton advertisement, which con- sisted of floor-to-ceiling crotch shots of men, women, and children. The image created a furor, especially around the issue of child exploitation- a charge that Toscani denied on the grounds that the children were his own. Such allegations had become familiar to Toscani, who a year earlier had been accused of exploiting human suffering in a Benetton ad that showed a man dying with AIDS, surrounded by his grief-stricken family. Besides the creative credits, the only other information included on the publicity was an 800 number-not for an AIDS help line, but for cus- tomers who wanted to order the latest catalog.

If Jarman had called, it would have been to complain. Even before the Benetton campaign, he had expressed his contempt for 1980s con- sumerism and its ubiquitous clothing chains. In Modern Nature, the diary- memoir of his garden, childhood, and illness, he wrote, "And everywhere clothes shops-as if everyone, knowing their time was ending had put on their best suit for the occasion."2 And in a poignant moment toward the end of Blue, Jarman indicates that he will not be buying any more clothes: "I caught myself looking at shoes in a shop window. I thought of going in and buying a pair, but stopped myself. The shoes I am wearing at the moment should be sufficient to walk me out of life."3 Eight months after the Venice premiere, Jarman died of the AIDS-related symptoms he had pointed to in the film, which turned out to be his last.

The study of last works and late style provides an important frame- work for my analysis. While last works have always existed, they were not theorized as such until Theodor Adorno examined late style in Beethoven.4 There the matter has more or less rested, although Edward Said recently published an article on late style and Adorno.5 Jarman enjoyed having a chuckle at the idea of his own "last work." In what turned out to be his penultimate interview, he wryly commented, "I've written my epitaph about six times now, apparently. Every single film is scotched up as my last. Surely they'll stop on that business, especially if I get another run together. That will be the end of all this malarkey."6

That Jarman should be looking to "get another run together" just three months before he died speaks to an extraordinary development in his life: an accelerated production in the face of death. After being diag- nosed as HIV-positive at the end of 1986, Jarman produced six films: The Last of England (1987), War Requiem (1988), The Garden (1990), Edward II (1991), Wittgenstein (1992), and Blue (1993); wrote two books: Modern Nature (1991) and At Your Own Risk (1993); and continued to paint prodigiously. Each work was predicted as Jarman's last, only for another to appear. Still, he could never calculate far into the future. In At Your Own Risk, he wrote, "When I was diagnosed five years ago, I thought I would be around for two or three years; that's the time you were given; that changed."' Medics and activists understood little about AIDS-ini- tially, at least-and it was only a few months before his death that Jarman stated that Blue would be his last film: "There are no plans to do another one. It's a good end film, so I'm not too worried about that."8

In its ubiquitous portrayal as a source of doom, despair, and death, AIDS might appear to be the ultimate metaphor for lateness. As the end of the millennium approaches, the number of people dying from the disease continues to rise, with the best treatment far from universally available. Adorno has argued that late works, far from bringing about a "harmo- nious synthesis," are in fact "catastrophes" that display a "ravaged" char- acter, and his account captures the way in which people with AIDS are commonly portrayed.9 These representations have taken on an unam- biguously morbid slant. Bodies are almost always disfigured, whether it be through emaciation or the skin lesions associated with Kaposi's sarcoma. Debilitated, sick, and almost dead, people with AIDS are desperate in the face of their inevitable death.

Such representations play into deep and reactionary cultural narra- tives.10 AIDS has become a convenient symbol for moral majoritarians who want to hammer home their sense of contemporary moral decay: the virus is a retribution for past and current sins, a deserved and necessary ending caused by the "sexual revolution." The disease has come to stand for the danger of sex outside the heterosexual family-in particular of gay sex, with the distinction between gay men and AIDS regularly erased, replaced by the equation Homosexuality = AIDS = Death. Doom, pow- erlessness, and hopelessness are central themes: there is little chance of the diseased person having a productive life; the overdetermined body images of the person with AIDS are evidence of inner depravity.

The concentration on the imminent death of the person with AIDS (in fact, representations are almost always male) indicates both his dis- posability and the hope that he is no longer sexually active-indeed, the hope that AIDS might spell the end of "gay promiscuity" altogether. If a person with AIDS is pictured with anyone, then it is with a family rather than a lover. All of this despite the fact that the vast majority of people with AIDS wear no visible stigmata of the disease, have a life expectancy of years, and carry on with their lives much like everybody else. But they are rarely portrayed as being active, fit to work, and able to have safe sex. As such, the subjectivity of the person with AIDS disappears, while the body with AIDS remains visible. Furthermore, the focus on the individual means that the public dimension of the crisis, especially the failure of governments to provide adequate money for medical research and information campaigns, has seldom been articulated. Individualization becomes a strategy of depoliticization.

At the same time, the high rates of infection experienced by other marginalized groups-most notably blacks, Latinos, and intravenous drug users-have been obscured through the persistent representation of the person with AIDS as white, gay, middle class, and promiscuous. Inas- much as these various communities are mutually distinct, they have had different encounters with AIDS. For black and Latino groups, AIDS is in many respects yet another manifestation of the wider problem of poverty, poor health care, and political exclusion. The response of blacks and Lati- nos to AIDS has been influenced by a series of highly charged debates around, for example, the hypothesis that the disease originated in Africa, the counterhypothesis that it is a racist government conspiracy, the further charge that white organizations have attempted to "own" the epidemic by refusing to surrender their status as experts, and the response that homo- phobia within the black community has prevented it from tackling the problem.

This is the inflammatory cultural narrative surrounding the disease that Jarman wanted to represent, and the interventions of Luciano Benet- ton and Elizabeth Taylor illustrate some of the pitfalls that come with attempting such a task. Benetton was accused of exploiting a person with AIDS and using the sensationalism of the epidemic in order to boost his turnover of woolly jumpers. The clothing tycoon denied these charges: "Since 1982 we have used ordinary people in our advertisements. We decided not to waste resources on over-the-top campaigns; people do not need to be told that Benetton makes clothes or where to find our shops. We decided that they were ready to accept certain messages that go beyond the product."11

While the campaign might have been commercially successful-the poster generated huge media interest and provided Benetton's label with a certain radical chic-its political effectiveness is open to question. On the one hand, the power of the image is undeniable, and could well have been shockingly radical to a conservative audience. On the other hand, the photograph reinforced the image of the gay man doomed to die of AIDS. While the shot was titled "Family: the Christ-like figure of David Kirby, a 32-year-old American AIDS campaigner and sufferer," none of this infor- mation was printed on the ad, and Kirby remained an anonymous indi- vidual. The photo contained no clues about his life and activism; and rather than being pictured with a lover, Kirby was positioned with his family, desexualized. Trapped in Benetton's decontextualized image, Kirby was stripped of power and silenced, unable to repeat the powerful attacks on government inaction that he had made so many times.

It is precisely because governments have not done enough that there is an urgent need for nongovernmental contributions, and Elizabeth Taylor's American Foundation for AIDS Research (AmFAR) has been one of the most prolific charities in the field, with Taylor a well-established friend of the gay population. The money raised by such efforts has been crucial, yet there has also been a cost. First, charitable provision can serve as a cover for governmental malaise. And second, charitable interventions-especially, it would seem, lush fund-raising dinners-can result in a contorted vision of the cause they represent. Newsday's report on the Biennale ball provides a particularly troubling example:

Elizabeth Taylor brought her deep tan, her even deeper cleavage and her fierce anti-AIDS stance to Venice last weekend. Her magnetic presence at AmFAR's "Art Against AIDS" benefit raised more than $1 million. ("This is my life's work now," says Elizabeth when asked about her only-occasional film career. She always adds, "'After all, what could be more important?") Despite the heat, the paparazzi and Elizabeth's chronically painful back, the happenings were a great success and Miz Liz was in fine, cooperative fettle.12

Taylor's physical "depth" becomes the most noteworthy aspect of the gala, more significant than her comments on AIDS. The $1 million is something of an afterthought and is only mentioned in connection to Taylor's reified presence. Taylor and Taylor alone raised the money, and the wider issue of AIDS is relegated to the status of "another good cause" for which celebrities can generate donations at the click of their perfectly manicured fingers. Indeed, the sole quotation about AIDS in the 950- word article is timidly placed in parentheses, coming only after Taylor is questioned about her flagging film career. AIDS sufferers are sidelined as Taylor becomes the victim-cum-heroine of the occasion, battling against the chronic pain in her back. The article closes on a more optimistic note, ruminating on the blissful state of Taylor's five-and-a-half year marriage to Larry Fortensky: "as of today, Liz 'n' Larry, that 'improbable' pair, are still sailing smoothly down the Grand Canal of married life." Journalist Liz Smith ends on the happy and healthy state of heterosexual wedlock: if Liz 'n' Larry can do it, then anyone can (although subsequently they decided they couldn't, and divorced last March). The ostensible reason for the gathering in the first place-the need to tackle a disease that has devas- tated, amongst other groups, gay men-remains unmentioned.

What does AmFAR stand for when it organizes politically rather than gastronomically? If it seems harsh to judge Taylor on the basis of a gossipy Newsday report, then AmFAR's "Art against AIDS" publicity shot does nothing to support such a reservation. Taylor is in the forefront of the photo, dressed in a low-cut designer dress and adorned with layers of diamonds. Three important clues establish that this is an AmFAR photo, rather than an image from Taylor's latest perfume campaign. First, Taylor isn't holding a bottle of perfume. Second, she looks sad rather than seduc- tive. And third, there are some artworks, albeit in the blurry background. While there might not be any direct reference to AIDS, there is Fortensky, obviously an integral part of AmFAR. In an apparent attempt to prove this, the photographer gets him to look at one of the pictures-although, standing about a foot away from a huge canvas, it would appear that he is too close to focus.

Art is the message. Speaking at the launch of "Art against AIDS," Taylor declared that "art lives forever." At the same gathering, Richard Goldstein commented, "In an ironic sense, I think that AIDS is good for art. I think it will produce great works that will outlast and transcend the epidemic."13 These comments perpetuate the idea that while art cannot save life, it can transcend it, and that this spiritual success is arguably more important than AIDS itself. AIDS is even cautiously celebrated as instigating an artistic renaissance, and the production of this art is seen as redemptive-which indicates that a person with AIDS who produces art is more worthwhile than one who does not. Taylor's transcendence and Benetton's doom: these were the two distinctly unpromising models of representation that confronted Jarman at the Biennale. How would Blue fare in comparison?

 

Before Blue

Jarman's philosophy on the relationship between art, politics, and money-the set of beliefs that serve as a background to Blue-was complex and in some senses contradictory. The least ambiguous aspect of Jarman's artistic vision was his vehement anticommercialism. He believed that rampant capitalism undermined the possibility of truth, and three of his films-Jubilee (1978), Imagining October (1984), and The Last of Eng- land (1987)-attack the way in which the ethos of capitalism has destroyed British culture. As the monetarist realities of Margaret Thatcher's first administration sank in, Jarman told the Evening Standard, "There's no room in the modern world for art and culture... values are subverted by money."14 For Jarman, the corrupting effect of commercial- ism was most apparent in the world of cinema, especially the product and entertainment values of Hollywood.15

Jarman regarded himself as a committed traditionalist-often to the surprise of others. "The older I get, the more I believe in tradition," he said in an interview with Jonathan Hacker and David Price. "The tradition of hedgerows and fields with flowers-in opposition to commercializa- tion or the destruction and rape of the countryside and cities."16 Yet while Jarman was interested in the work of William Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe, Benjamin Britten, and Wilfred Owen, he was never a straight- forward traditionalist. Jarman was highly conscious of both his sexuality and his nationality, and much of his work was dedicated to excavating the queerness buried within English cultural history.

He developed the dual theme of sexuality and nationality in many of his films: The Tempest (1979) represented Jarman's engagement with Shakespeare as the "timeless" strand of British culture; The Angelic Conversation (1985) featured the Royal Shakespeare Company actress Dame Judy Dench reading Shakespeare sonnets (especially those addressed to a young man rather than the Dark Lady); War Requiem (1988) was a film version of Britten's oratorio using Owen's life as a narrative thread; and Edward 11 (1991) traced the intertwining themes of Englishness and homosexuality back to the early modern England of Marlowe's play. And so when Jarman insisted that his art was "Tory art," and on one occasion even went so far as to describe himself as an "old-fashioned conservative," he did so sardonically.17

In spite of Jarman's insistent traditionalism, he was frequently described as the most avant-garde director in Britain-although his avant- gardism was itself traditional if read within the problematic of the bour- geois concept of art. Critics drew attention to his radical techniques, including the nonnarrative structure of his films, and his "painterly" style. Ironically, it was Jarman's anticommercialism and the financial restrictions that resulted from this stance that pushed him into adopting these tech- niques. "I can't handle the narrative approach because it is too expensive!" he said.18 The making of Caravaggio serves as an illustration of the minus- cule budgets that he had to work with. The art department was allotted a budget of £40,000, including wages, out of which Jarman had to build all the sets from seventy-two twelve-foot-by-eight-foot units in an east London warehouse that was not even soundproofed. It took seven years to raise the money for the film, and yet this represented something of a luxury for Jarman-Caravaggio was the first film he had been paid for.

The unconventional combination of Andy Warhol and Carl Gustav Jung provided Jarman with the inspiration to weave his way around this dire economic situation. He raved about Warhol's iconoclastic approach to film: "He just picked up the camera and filmed his life, even out of focus. I just loved that."19 Jarman used a Super 8 camera to create smudged and evocative images, and his rebellion against state-of-the-art film technology was complemented by his readings of Jung, in particular Alchemical Stud- ies and Seven Sermons to the Dead. "He gave me the confidence to allow my dream images to drift and collide at random," Jarman explained.20 And so notions of narrative were replaced by the imperative of symbol.

Thatcher's accession to power made Jarman's financial predicament particularly acute-grants for the arts dried up, and he effectively became one of "Maggie's Millions" between 1979 and 1985.21 That which he managed to produce displayed a new anger: Thatcherism stood for every- thing he despised-commercialism, greed, and homophobia. The mar- ginalization of lesbians and gays was given the stamp of legislative legiti- mation by Thatcher in the guise of Section 28 of the Local Government Act of 1987-88, which prohibited the promotion of homosexuality by local governments. Thatcher was committed to putting the "Great" back into Britain through a policy of economic monetarism and social conser- vatism. Privatization and cuts in welfare were backed up by a campaign to revive "Victorian values" (the family, hard work, self-support) and nation- alism (the war against "foreigners"). Gay men were posited as a double threat to this social agenda, undermining the family and spreading an "anti-British" disease that originated from "foreign" Africa and the United States. In the mid-1980s Tory members of Parliament demanded HIV screening for immigrants traveling from the Third World, and the ensuing moral panic around AIDS was used to prop up the threatened and unstable institutions of the heterosexual family and the nation.

Jarman's disgust at this attack was such that he equated the Conservative government with AIDS: "The virus elbowed its way right into the centre of all our lives during this decade, rather like the new right that has infected British life."22 And so when Jarman discovered he was HIV-positive he made a startling resolution: "On 22 December 1986, finding I was body positive, I set myself a target: I would disclose my secret and survive Margaret Thatcher."23 He did, at least in terms of her political tenure. Thatcher fell from power at the end of 1990, and Jarman was faced with a fresh artistic challenge: having outlasted his chief political antagonist, how would he represent the disease that he knew would outlast him?

Jarman realized that he would have to tackle the issue of AIDS. By declaring that he was HIV-positive-an acknowledged political act-Jar- man had to come to terms with the virus on both a personal and public level.24 "It was a minefield to be one of the few identifiable HIV+ men in the world, realizing that whatever I said might be taken as representative," Jarman said.25 He accordingly maintained that he wasn't a spokesperson, but was just talking about himself.26 And describing the genesis of Blue, Jarman commented, "I just knew at some point I would be expected to deal with this area, and I left it as long as possible, because making a film about illness is jolly difficult."27

Jarman's position was complicated by his growing sense of disillu- sionment with film. In a typically frank comment, he told Hacker and Price:

I see myself at this stage of my life as essentially having failed. Only now at the very end of my career, I'm getting some recognition and acceptance-it's maybe too late now-isn't that strange? As a film-maker I had a huge amount of promise which was never realized in any way whatsoever . . . I actually don't really like the cinema very much. I'm not convinced by it at all. I still think that I should have painted.28

At another point in the interview, Jarman remarked that he liked the idea that people should think of him as "a painter who dabbled in another art form, namely cinema."29 He believed that cinema lagged behind other art forms; and at the British premiere of Blue at the Edinburgh Festival, he pointed out that abstract work was far more acceptable in the art world than in cinema. But rather than abandon his film career in favor of paint- ing, Jarman decided to bring painting into his films. The Last of England was named after a painting by Ford Maddox Brown, and Jarman also thought about the possibility of making a film without images based on Yves Klein's concept of monochrome painting.30 Ultramarine blue was the blue used by Klein in his most notorious exhibition, "Monochrome Proposition, Blue Period," in which he displayed eleven monochrome panels, all the same color, although each with a different surface. And Blue, in which ultramarine blue is the single and unchanging visual image, became the ultimate expression of Jarman's cinematic painting.

Blue is in fact three films rolled into one. The first strand-the aspect that critics have focused on-tells the story of Jarman's failing sight (he was suffering from cytomegalovirus [CMV]), his medical treatment, the role of the state and charities in tackling AIDS, and death. The second film-within-a-film is a meditation on the difficulty of representing AIDS and the associated problems of "image." The final element develops the color blue as a plural metaphor and recounts the fantastical adventures of a boy called Blue. Significantly, the three sections are not kept separate but are interwoven to create an intense and disorienting collage. This is not just done for effect: the three themes interact with and inform each other. In this interplay, Jarman breaks down what he perceives to be false and harmful boundaries and lays the foundation for an alternative plural aesthetic. For the sake of clarity, I will unweave Jarman's elaborate pattern, setting out each section in turn, and pointing to some of the ways in which they animate each other. I will also begin to examine the "late style" of Blue.

 

Altered Vision

The idea of the blue screen provided Jarman with an answer to one of his greatest problems: how to make an autobiographical film about AIDS without filming himself. At the Edinburgh premiere Jarman said that he didn't see how he could have used images in the film given that he didn't want to make a film in which he was the predominant player. One solution would have been to make a film about another person with AIDS, but that would have meant tempering his commitment to gay autobiography. "The problem of so much of the writing about this epidemic is the absence of the author," he wrote in At Your Own Risk.31 As a boy discovering his homosexuality, Jarman was terrorized by the absence of a gay past. "That seemed to be a good reason to fill in the blanks and to start putting in the 'I' rather than the 'they.'... The subtext of my films have been the books, putting myself back into the picture."32 In Blue, Jarman grafts his autobiographical writing onto celluloid.

Blue begins with a character called Blue:

You say to the boy open your eyes

When he opens his eyes and sees the light

You make him cry out. Saying

O Blue come forth

O Blue arise

O Blue ascend

O Blue come in (3)

Jarman has pointed out that a boy appears in all of his films, a "witness and a survivor" whom "everyone identifies with."33 In many respects, the boy is the screen spirit of the director, who often described himself as a witness rather than an activist. The boy also represents the beginnings of a gay genealogy and as such is part of Jarman's attempt to remedy the ter- rifying historical chasm experienced in his childhood. The importance of this figure is indicated by the boy's appearance in the very first line of Blue, after which he is theatrically named after the film, thereby becoming, along with the blue screen, its linking metaphor. Jarman literalizes Klein's argument that color is a personality: "I seek to put the spectator in front of the fact that colour is an individual, a character, a personality. . . . Thus, perhaps, can he enter into the world of colour."34 In addition, the symbol of the boy-as-witness provides another link to Klein, who described his paintings as "the immobile, silent and static witnesses to the very essence of movement and life in freedom that is the flame of poetry during the poetic moment."35 From the very outset, then, the intricate complexity and dazzling imagination of Jarman's blue metaphor is established.

The boy's first task is to open his eyes so that he can play the part of wit- ness and see "the light"-something that Jarman is physically unable to do:

I've been given the option of being an in-patient in the hospital or coming in twice a day to be hooked to a drip. My vision will never come back.

The retina is destroyed, though when the bleeding stops what is left of my sight might improve. I have to come to terms with sightlessness.

If I lose half my sight will my vision be halved? (7)

The relationship between sight and vision becomes a central theme of the film, and Jarman's treatment serves as a basis from which he contem- plates the broader issue of seeing. The blue screen symbolizes Jarman's failing sight; yet in its capacity as a multivalent metaphor, it also signifies an expanded vision. Jarman's failing sight becomes a site of interplay in which his altered vision serves as a foundation for his new philosophy (something that I will go on to discuss). For Jarman, the goal is to see things as they are, and people with 20/20 vision may be no better at doing this than those with 0/20 vision:

One can know the whole world

Without stirring abroad

Without looking out of the window One can see the way of heaven

The further one goes

The less one knows ...

If the doors of Perception were cleansed then everything would be seen as it is. (11-12)

Jarman's description of his treatment and condition is often unsparing: needles repeatedly refuse to penetrate his veins; implants require him to carry around a small fridge; torches are forever flashing into his eyes; drugs frost up his mind; skin irritation stops him from sleeping; and a sizeable proportion of the thirty pills he takes every day come up half dis- solved. At one point, Jarman painstakingly catalogs the forty-eight grotesque side effects of DHPG, the drug for which he goes into the hos- pital to be dripped twice a day. The list is read against the sound of a res- pirator and the synthesized noises of a body being torn apart. It takes the actor two-and-a-half minutes to read the list, and as he proceeds his voice moves from a tone of quizzical calm to one of amused disbelief. The literature that comes with the drug turns out to be the longest joke in the history of National Health Service (NHS) bureauspeak, and the actor squeaks out the punch line: "If you are concerned about any of the above side effects or if you would like any further information, please ask your doctor" (19).

Both the NHS and charitable organizations are targets for Jarman's searing attack. Charity has become big business, and donors' names have been splashed all over a charity-funded hospice, "allowing the uncaring to appear to care" (21). At another point, Jarman reads from a newspaper report that three out of four state-funded AIDS organizations are not providing safer sex information: "One district said they had no queers in their community, but you might try district X-they have a theatre" (14). Later, H. B., Jarman's partner, compares the eye department to Romania. And in Jarman's final account of his treatment, he describes the difficulty of sitting in a waiting room that is plastered with posters displaying end- less question marks: "HIV/AIDS?, AIDS?, HIV? ARE YOU AFFECTED BY HIV/AIDS? AIDS?, ARC?, HIV?" (27). Not just part of Jarman's tale about treatment, the image of the waiting room becomes part of his cri- tique of the overdetermined representation of AIDS.

 

Refusing Representation

As well as providing an autobiographical account of his treatment, Jarman also addresses the problem of representing AIDS per se. Blue attains a self-reflexive quality, probing its own artificiality, and as such reflects a theme that is prominent in a number of last works. As Adorno writes: "The power of subjectivity in the late works of art is the irascible gesture with which it takes leave of the works themselves. It breaks their bonds, not in order to express itself, but in order, expressionless, to cast off the appearance of art."36 "Subjectivity," or the author, leaves the work of art in order to reveal the inherent artifice of art. Jarman's reason for wanting to develop this idea is self-apparent: given the negative depiction of gay men in relation to AIDS and death, he needed to demonstrate that AIDS art is an artificial representation, not an objective truth.

Burdened with the problem of representation, Jarman found a solution in Klein's theory on art. For Klein, painting fell into two broad cate- gories, neither of which he had much time for. Traditionalists regarded the painting as a transparent image admitting a specific vision of the out- side world, and modernists understood the work of art as a finite object referring to itself and its formal pictorial element. In a departure from these schools, Klein sought to create pictures devoid of representation, utterly lacking in components that signified something that might be spec- ified, categorized, or even positioned in a fixed place. Klein also stated his opposition to "spectacle" in painting, which he regarded as a "reign of cruelty." He added, "For me, it signifies living death, oozing morbidity, obscurantism, and above all, the ferocious condemnation of freedom."37

Inspired by Klein, Blue is a refusal of representation. Unwilling to reduce people with AIDS to a fixed category, the monochrome screen dramatically reveals the artificiality of art. Jarman's move is powerful precisely because it is staged in a cinema rather than an art gallery. While art connoisseurs have come to terms with the idea of monochrome art, cinema buffs have a very different set of expectations. Since its inception, the cinematic medium has relied on thousands of images flying in front of the viewer in order to construct its meaning. If photography and painting are grounded in single images, then film is defined by its belief in the impact of cascading images. And it is because Jarman increasingly doubted the value of visual representation that he chose to intervene in the medium that is most dependent on image. Rejecting the grammar of cinematic language, he resorted to monochrome, an ever-present reminder of the impossibility of portraying AIDS: "In the pandemonium of the image / I present you with the universal Blue" (11).

Blue is particularly concerned with the tyranny of the image-the way in which surface destroys depth:

Over the mountains is the shrine to Rita, where all at the end of the line call. Rita is the Saint of the Lost Cause. The saint of all who are at their wit's end, who are hedged in and trapped by the facts of the world. These facts, detached from cause, trapped the Blue Eyed Boy in a system of unreality. Would all these blurred facts that deceive dissolve in his last breath? For accustomed to believing in image, an absolute idea of value, his world had forgotten the command of essence: Thou Shall Not Create Unto Thyself Any Graven Image, although you know the task is to fill the empty page. From the bottom of your heart, pray to be released from image. .... The image is a prison of the soul, your heredity, your education, your vices and aspirations, your qualities, your psychological world. (15)

The last sentence is a condensed version of Klein's "usual painting":

A usual painting . . . is for me like a window of a prison whose lines, con- tours, forms, composition create barriers. Lines are for me the concretiza- tion of our mortal state, or our sentimentality, of our intellect, and even of our spirituality. They are our psychological limits, our hereditary, our educa- tion, our skeleton, our vices, our aspirations, our qualities, our astuteness!38

For Jarman, even the slogans and symbols of AIDS activists fall into the category of "image," in which spectacle erases reality:

I shall not win the battle against the virus-in spite of the slogans like "Liv- ing with AIDS." The virus was appropriated by the well-so we have to live with AIDS while they spread the quilt for the moths of Ithaca across the wine dark sea.

Awareness is heightened by this, but something else is lost. A sense of reality drowned in theatre.

Thinking blind, becoming blind. (9)

Jarman notes the importance of producing positive images, but he questions the strategic effect of such a singular representation in the con- text of an epidemic in which many people are dying painful deaths. To counter the concept of "Living with AIDS," Jarman refers to the death of close friends throughout the film, as well as revealing his own thoughts about suicide. Never allowing the symbol of death to become a mechani- cal and empty image, Jarman names each friend individually, describing the different ways in which they died.

At the same time, Jarman refuses to categorize the person with AIDS as singularly gay, weaving a series of chance encounters with anonymous patients into his script. There is a "demented woman... discussing nee- dles," with whom Jarman forms an imagined alliance and asks, "How are we perceived, if we are to be perceived at all?" (12). A man in a wheel- chair warns that "'there's no way of telling the visitors, patients or staff apart. The staff have nothing to identify them except they are all into leather"' (20), blurring the supposedly clear demarcations of the hospital space. A young man "frail as Belsen" (25) walks down a hospital corridor, moving Jarman to evoke a parallel with Jewish suffering in Nazi death camps. Lastly, in the eye department at St. Mary's, a little gray man who looks like Jean Cocteau struggles to read a newspaper and gives up in anger, the commonality of the experience more noteworthy than the specificity of the complaint.

Jarman concludes his depiction of the shifting hospital community with this observation: "The room is full of men and women squinting into the dark in different states of illness" (27). As with his other portraits, Jarman refuses to dwell on themes such as sexuality, race, and the specifics of illness, pursuing a determined vagueness that counters mainstream attempts to fix and render transparent the identity of the person with AIDS. Jarman further confounds the categorizers in a queer rendition of his own sexuality, chanted in the contorted style of a soccer crowd spoil- ing for a fight: "I am a mannish / Muff diving / Size queen / With bad attitude / An arse licking / Psychofag / Molesting the flies of privacy / Balling lesbian boys / A perverted heterodemon / Crossing purpose with death / I am a cock sucking / Straight acting / Lesbian man / With ball crushing bad manners / Laddish nymphomaniac politics / Spunky sexist desires / Of incestuous inversion and / Incorrect terminology / I am a Not Gay" (21-22).

If Jarman is ready to kick out, then it is because the 1980s had destroyed his belief in progress. AIDS had a seismic impact on Jarman's world, savagely disrupting the sense of advancement that had defined both gay rights and his own life. The 1970s era, nostalgically portrayed in the film as a sex-and-parties sequence backed by disco music, had gone forever: "What a time that was" (18). The 1980s and 1990s instilled Jarman with a new sense of anger, and the war in ex-Yugoslavia (referred to several times in the film) merely confirmed his sense that the world was categorically not becoming a happier place. As a result, Jarman urges an end to teleological thinking: "fight the fear that engenders the beginning, the middle and the end" (16). He assumes an antidialectical stance, mili- tating against the very philosophy of progress (and mirroring another characteristic of late style). Yet he also recognizes that history has been as repressive as it has been emancipatory. "I had to destroy my inheritance to face you and love you," he wrote to a lover in At Your Own Risk.39 The past is no less culpable than the present, and Jarman concludes that "time" itself must be surmounted if we are to escape from image: "Time is what keeps the light from reaching us" (15).

How does Jarman conceive an alternative? In an unorthodox twist, he finds inspiration in his bodily condition, which becomes an extended point of interplay between the description of his medical care and the critique of representation. This is not to say that Jarman romanticizes illness or endows it with a special vision. Early in the film, he states that "the worst of the illness is the uncertainty" (6), and his subsequent description of the drug DHPG is just one of many harrowing episodes in the film. Yet while there is no suggestion of transcendence in the DHPG scene, the drug's side effects include "abnormal thoughts or dreams," "loss of balance," "confusion," "dizziness," and "psychosis" (19), all of which contribute to Jarman's escape from the rigidly ordered spatial and temporal structure of Heterosoc (Jarman's term for the homogeneous imperative of heterosexual society).

Jarman's faltering eyesight further disturbs any sense of order, and he starts to see the world through a strange twilight vision: "The damaged retina has started to peel away leaving innumerable black floaters, like a flock of starlings swirling around in the twilight" (27). After the release of Blue, Jarman described his sight as a "sort of twilight," and this liminal vision symbolizes the societal position of gays, who "existed in the twilight of Heterosoc."40 The link between Jarman's faltering sight and his new vision is indicated in the initial treatment scene, which segues into Blue Eyed Boy's first appearance after his naming ceremony. The doctor shines a torch into Jarman's eyes and says:

Look left

Look down

Look up

Look right

Blue flashes in my eyes

Blue Bottle buzzing

Lazy days

The sky blue butterfly

Sways on a cornflower

Lost in the warmth

Of the blue heat haze (4)

"Blue flashes in my eyes" is deliberately ambiguous, suggesting the doc- tor's blinding torch and the dazzling appearance of Blue himself, and it is in this moment of double meaning and disturbance that Jarman is able to move into a pastoral dream in which the drifting rhythm and irregular rhyme contrast with the brittle and regimented dictates of the "real" world.

 

Infinite Possibility

Jarman's late style of plurality and disturbance is driven by the concept of monochrome. Klein shared Jarman's abhorrence of uniformity and the finite, which he detected in realist paintings. Attentive to the appearance of the art object, his paintings were not final products but sources of provocation. For Klein, color was the essence and agent of freedom-a visual stimulus rather than a formulated design. By avoiding any dogmatic system of symbols and narrative content, monochrome painting enabled spectators to engage in open, unmediated, undefined contemplation.41 Following Klein, Jarman deploys blue as a heterogeneous and omnipresent metaphor that disrupts the propriety of Heterosoc in the confusion it provokes. At the same time, monochrome enables Jarman to redirect attention away from the individual-so often the subject of representations of people with AIDS:

In the pandemonium of image

I present you with the universal Blue

Blue an open door to soul

An infinite possibility

Becoming tangible (11)

Blue is omnipresent, always creating rather than restricting possibility. Nothing is resolved, everything is opened up. Blue Eyed Boy levitates around the film, transcending "the solemn geography of human limits" (7). He witnesses the archaeology of sound in a labyrinth, protects white from innocence, makes darkness visible, and battles with an insect-like creature called Yellowbelly, during which the boy is "transformed into an insectocutor, his Blue aura frying the foes" (17). The color blue is every- where as well: it is the shade of Jarman's depression, of universal love, and of terrestrial paradise. There are bluebottles, blues songs, and blue skies. The reaper has a blue beard, AIDS is a blue frost, and the heat haze is also blue. It is the color of the flashes in Jarman's eyes and the color of the afterimage. Bliss is a fathomless blue, and blue people come from over the sea. The skies are blue, blood is blue, and blue canvases flutter in the wind. Appropriately, beautifully, Jarman falls in love with this marvelous, boundless Blue: "Blue of my heart / Blue of my dreams / Slow blue love / Of delphinium days" (4). Jarman's idyll resembles the delphinium, a perennial herb with tall, branching spikes of irregular flowers.

The blue screen also overcomes time, transforming it into "tangible" space. Jarman had started to explore the conversion of time into space in his "previous last works," but there time, although altered, always retained some sort of defining presence. In Modern Nature, Jarman described the way in which the "gardener digs in another time, without past or future, beginning or end," suggesting that while the garden space might alter time, it does not dissolve it.42 In At Your Own Risk, Jarman described a visit to the Continental Baths in Manhattan: "Like the desert . . . the Baths played disturbing tricks; down there time dissolved you in the shad- ows. An afternoon passed in seconds"-a disconcerting escape in which time assumes a hallucinatory domination.43 In Blue, however, Jarman subjects time to the total space of the ultramarine screen. There is nothing to provide a visual sense of time: no visual flashbacks, car chases, graying hairs, or final embraces. It is not just that the monochrome screen cuts across time; it nullifies time, and the collage structure of the soundtrack further undermines any coherent notion of temporality.

The overall effect is reminiscent of Adorno's description of the discontinuous and fragmentary composition of Beethoven's late work, which he "tears apart in time."44 The late work becomes a landscape in which art takes place, and this is reflected in a number of last works. In Marcel Proust's Remembrance of Things Past, the paving stone that trips Marcel embodies the past, present, and future. In Giuseppe di Lampedusa's Leopard, time is transformed into the Sicilian landscape. And in Samuel Beckett's Endgame, time is sucked into an implied chessboard. Proust's metamorphosis into space is redemptive, bringing the narrator to the point at which he can begin to write. Lampedusa's lurch into the back- ward space of the Sicilian landscape is determinedly pessimistic, with no salvation possible. Beckett's vision of space is even more foreboding, with the players trapped in a perpetual check of indescribable awfulness, a form of imprisonment only imaginable in the aftermath of the Second World War.

So what sort of space does Jarman move into? Halfway through the film, Jarman suggests a transition into a distinctly soluble space:

The drip ticks out the seconds, the source of a stream along which the min- utes flow, to join the river of hours, the sea of years and the timeless ocean. (18)

And in the film's final scene, Jarman evokes not the solid terrain of a land- scape, but the shifting space of the ocean: 

Pearl fishers

In azure seas

Deep waters

Washing the isle of the dead

In coral harbours

Amphora

Spill

Gold

Across the still seabed (28)

Jarman, having escaped the joint tyrannies of image and temporality, con- cludes his unruly narrative by depicting an idealized escape to an imag- ined space. Jarman was deeply drawn to the "Mediterranean sensibility" and had thematized it in some of his previous work. Sebastiane (1975), his first feature, told the story of the martyred saint, focusing on his sado- masochistic homosexual life under the Roman emperor Diocletian. And Caravaggio (1986) portrayed the life of the Italian baroque artist, provid- ing another excursion beyond the confines of English cultural history. Indeed, Jarman had lived in Italy for a couple of years after his father was posted there in 1946, and the period is recounted in both Modern Nature and At Your Own Risk.

Yet Blue marks his most decisive shift into the Mediterranean setting, its metaphorical migration suggesting an ideological and aesthetic departure from the gray misery of Britain-as well as providing the film's Venice premiere with a greater resonance than the Biennale's organizers perhaps realized. Jarman goes further than in any of his previous work in recognizing the inevitable rupture between marginalized sexualities and the national dominant. While this is not to argue that the film is first and foremost a critique of the nation, the need to overcome the "solemn geography of human limits" (7) nevertheless suggests political as well as bio- logical factors. At the same time, while Jarman refuses to recognize boundaries of any sort, presumably including national ones, he is equally determined to refuse easy answers: "For Blue there are no boundaries or solutions" (16).

Imagining himself at the bottom of the ocean, a nonnational space, Jarman continues:

We lie there

Fanned by the billowing

Sails of forgotten ships

Tossed by the mournful winds

Of the deep

Lost Boys

Sleep forever

In a dear embrace

Salt lips touching ...

Shell sounds

Whisper

Deep love drifting on the tide forever (28-29)

The "we" is Jarman plus one other, a "Dead good looking" boy, and Jar- man no doubt intends the pun on dead. They lie in an underwater embrace, blissfully lost: eternal sleep and everlasting love have become possible in this timeless space. In an echo of previous lines, Jarman asks to be kissed on the lips and eyes, his desire still alive, despite Heterosoc's denial of the sexuality of people with AIDS. In At Your Own Risk, Jarman wrote that "sexuality is as wide as the sea," and here the statement is lit- eralized.45

Yet in spite of the strong romantic and utopian features of the seabed, Jarman refuses to convert it into a transcendental space:

Our name will be forgotten

In time

No one will remember our work

Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud

And be scattered like

Mist that is chased by the

Rays of the sun

For our time is the passing of a shadow

And our lives will run like

Sparks through the stubble

I place a delphinium, Blue, upon your grave. (30)

In contrast to AmFAR's belief in the immortality of art, Jarman insists that his work will be forgotten. Still, he clearly cherishes this final scene, defined as it is by ambiguity and wild fantasy. The boy, we learn, is the Blue Eyed Boy; and, with his repetition of "our," Jarman introduces the possibility that he and the boy have always been connected. The refer- ences to clouds, mist, sun, and stubble indicate a spatial expansion rather than a closure: the seabed may have been limitless, but that is still too restrictive for Jarman. Cherishing that which lacks order, the irregular delphinium of the earlier pastoral scene is picked and placed on Blue's grave. Even the burial of Blue is ambiguous. Who or what is being buried? The boy? The film? Every part of Jarman's far-reaching metaphor? Even Jarman himself? He refuses to clarify his meaning and accordingly opens up the possibility of multiple interpretations. Everything is blue, and all of this is potentially buried in Jarman's final sweeping gesture, an end with unending implications.

 

Jarman's Lateness

Blue is a plural last work. In its refusal of closure, the meanings of AIDS are kept in flux, recognized to be beyond adequate representation. Non- closure also maintains hope, the possibility that the story is not yet over and that a different, more optimistic end will be available in the future. Blue is also plural in form: it is simultaneously a film, a painting, a radio play, a soundtrack, a gay autobiography, and a book. While other films increasingly replicate this multimedia formula-you've seen the film, now buy the T-shirt/soundtrack/video/cuddly toy-they do so for commercial rather than aesthetic reasons. In contrast, Blue's plural form coheres with its style, which veers between the fantastical and the real, between poetry and prose, injecting a dose of theory for good measure.

Plurality enables Jarman to weave a route between the two broad strategies-reformist versus queer-of lesbian and gay self-representa- tion. The reformist position insists on the rationality of lesbian and gay identity, attacking demonized representations as paranoid and irrational- an approach that suggests that homosexuality would be accepted in a more enlightened culture. In contrast, the queer standpoint maintains that homosexual desire is disturbing and unassimilable, with the reformists sanitizing and censoring their identity in order to gain acceptance. If reformists stress the normality of the person with AIDS, and if queer the- orists emphasize the same person's disruptive and defiant outlook, then Jarman incorporates both possibilities, with the metaphorical thrust of Blue militating against the existence of a "single universal truth" about the epidemic, the meanings of which cannot be contained.

Defying definition, Blue is arguably Jarman's most obscure work. Indeed, Jarman thought of Blue as an "interesting experimental film" and considered it "bizarre" that it "just became a film."46 This relationship between obscurity and significance is once again reminiscent of Adorno's reading of late-style Beethoven (summarized here by Said): "[F]ar from being simply an eccentric and irrelevant phenomenon, late-style Beethoven, remorselessly alienated and obscure, becomes the prototypical aesthetic form, and by virtue of its distance from and rejection of bour- geois society acquires an even greater significance."47 The correlation between Blue and the central themes of "late style" (the artifice of art, subjectivity's evacuation of the work, the refusal of progress, and the transformation of time into space) appears to be confirmed.

It is here, however, that the parallels with Adorno end. For Adorno, Beethoven's late style was ultimately characterized by its radical disconti- nuity and its catastrophic quality: "The maturity of the late works of sig- nificant artists does not resemble the kind one finds in fruit. They are... not round, but furrowed, even ravaged."48 Late Beethoven is defined by "sudden discontinuities," which he refuses to transform into a "harmo- nious synthesis." And so, "In the history of art late works are the cata- strophes."49 In contrast, Jarman's monochrome erases polarities, refusing to be drawn into a tragic outlook-a refusal that counteracted Heterosoc's representation of the person with AIDS.

Jarman directly challenged the prescribed "catastrophe" of late style. He continually brought humor into his situation. In an interview with the Daily Telegraph, he said: "the stories that are told are not all to do with the hospital-it's only a third of the film at most. The rest of it is really quite 'up' and funny. Because you can't just sit there in a gloomy state in hos- pital. You must have a laugh, and everyone does."'5 Jarman frequently quips about his medical treatment, refusing the psychology of victim- hood. In a typical example of his gallows humor, he says, "The Gautama Buddha instructs me to walk away from illness. But he wasn't attached to a drip" (9). Asked by a journalist how long he had to live, Jarman replied: "I can't tell. You might be lucky and get this article out in time."51 And asked by friends when he was going to die, Jarman replied: "'Oh yes, I had AIDS last year. Have you had it?'"52 On the brink of death, Jarman's out- look is daringly life-affirming: "I've had all the opportunistic infections. I've strung them around my neck like a necklace of pearls-and survived them all."53 Instead of forcing Jarman into a crushed withdrawal, illness becomes part of his cross-dressing wardrobe, a series of shifting, abject guises to be proudly displayed, not covered in shame.

At the same time, Jarman was not in a state of denial. Six weeks before he died, he told Genre: "I'm not actually fighting the illness, I just fight for the space to paint."54 He added that he didn't expect to survive another hospitalization, but that he was "still quite happy," reiterating a line first articulated in Modern Nature: "As I sweat it out in the early hours, a 'guilty victim' of the scourge, I want to bear witness how happy I am, and will be until the day I die, that I was part of the hated sexual rev- olution; and that I don't regret a single step or encounter I made in that time; and if I write in future with regret, it will be a reflection of a tempo- rary indisposition."55 He never did.

His accelerated productivity was a testament to his positive outlook and subverted the notion of the degenerate person with AIDS. One consequence of Jarman's work ethic is that it is impossible to speak of his last work: Jarman has last works. Spanning disparate media, Jarman would develop several projects simultaneously, thereby leaving his "last work" to be defined by the production schedules of his publishers and distributors. Indeed, Jarman was unable to imagine not working, even in a state of extreme disability: "If I was physically ill, I think I would make decisions. AIDS, I'd carry on working, which is my life. If I couldn't make films I'd write, if I couldn't write I'd paint. I've always dreamt up things to do, I would find something which was within my capabilities."56

Make films, write books, paint. Available evidence suggests that Blue is Jarman's final film-just. Having said that he had no plans to make another feature, Jarman attempted to fund a production of Narrow Rooms by James Purdy, but Channel Four eventually withdrew its financial sup- port. Unable to direct films, Jarman continued to write. Chroma, pub- lished in 1994, is a meditation on color, and Derek Jarman's Garden came out a year later, providing a further account of the garden at Prospect Cottage, Dungeness. And even though he was almost totally blind, Jarman continued to paint, just as Beethoven had continued to compose after he went deaf. Jarman didn't hold the brushes himself: a friend called Carl (not an artist) carried out his instructions. "It would help to see just for a second," Jarman said. "But you usually have a very good idea if it is some- thing you have done a lot. I have painted all my life, so I know what is happening. It is quite a boost actually because I always say I won't go completely blind if I paint."57

For Jarman, the work would never stop: if he couldn't be the artist, he would stand in as the material. And so, in a passage that recalls Klein's belief that his paintings were the "ashes" of his art, Jarman envisioned his last work: "I'll be cremated and have Christopher mix the ashes with black paint and paint five canvases which I'll have signed-it'll be my last art- work. It seems to be a sensible way to deal with it, to become a work of art and retain some value in death."58 In an image that would seem to express an insuperable negation, Jarman finds affirmative meaning. Avoiding Benetton's oppressive doom and Taylor's glib transcendence, Jarman imagines a way both to continue his work posthumously and recognize the reality of death. Forever breaking boundaries, Jarman throws the whole notion of the last work into disarray in the startling diversity and disper- sion of his last works. That, I think, is something he would have liked.

Notes

I would like to acknowledge the contributions of Geoffrey Hemstedt, Anne McClintock, D. A. Miller, Rob Nixon, and Edward Said, who commented on an earlier draft of this essay. I am grateful to Elliott Trice for the conversations and reading recommendations. A special thanks is owed to Enrica Balestra for her comments and support. This essay is dedicated to the memory of my parents.

1. Details of the event are taken from Amei Wallach, "Liz Draws Stars to an AIDS Benefit," Newsday, 14 June 1993, 43; and Liz Smith, "Tyson vs. the Supremes," Newsday, 18 June 1993, 11. Further information was supplied by Savvy Management, public relations consultants for AmFAR (American Foun- dation for AIDS Research), which organized the event.

2. Derek Jarman, Modern Nature (Woodstock, N.Y.: Overlook, 1994), 177.

3. Derek Jarman, Blue: Text of a Film by Derek Jarman (Woodstock, N.Y.: Overlook, 1994), 28. Page numbers will henceforth be cited in the text, and quotes will follow the layout of the Overlook Press version.

4. Theodor Adorno, "Late Style in Beethoven," Raritan 13 (winter 1993): 102-107. The article was originally written in 1937.

5. Edward Said, "Adorno as Lateness Itself," in Apocalypse Theory and the End of the World, ed. Malcolm Bull (Oxford, England, and Cambridge, Mass.: Blackwell, 1995), 264-81.

6. Richard Morrison, "Derek Jarman: The Final Interview, Thursday, November 18, 1993," Art and Understanding 3 (April 1994): 17-22. Seemingly oblivious to Jarman's comment, the title of the interview provides an example of the media's obsession with finality. As it happens, Jarman gave at least one more interview, to Gerard Raymond, which was published as "Fade to Blue" in Genre, no. 19 (June 1994): 44-47.

7. Derek Jarman, At Your Own Risk: A Saint's Testament (Woodstock, N.Y.: Overlook, 1993), 122.

8. Simon Garfield, "Derek Jarman: Into the Blue," Independent, 14 August 1993, 25.

9. Adorno, "Late Style," 102, 107.

10. The following account is largely drawn from the following sources: Dou- glas Crimp, "Portraits of People with AIDS," in Discourses of Sexuality: From Aristotle to AIDS, ed. Domna C. Stanton (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1992); Jeff Nunokawa, "'All the Sad Young Men': AIDS and the Work of Mourning," in Inside/Out: Lesbian Theories, Gay Theories, ed. Diana Fuss (New York and London: Routledge, 1991), 311-12; Marita Sturken, Tangled Memories: The Vietnam War, the AIDS Epidemic, and the Politics of Remembering (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1997); Elliott Trice, "Precarious Positionings: Representing People with AIDS" (unpublished manuscript, 1994); and Simon Watney, Practices of Freedom: Selected Writings on HIV/AIDS (Durham, N.C.: Duke University Press, 1994).

11. Lesley White, "Blood, Sweaters, and Designer Tears," Sunday Times, 16 February 1992, sec. 2, p. 3.

12. Smith, "Tyson vs. the Supremes," 11.

13. Crimp, "Portraits," 5.

14. Evening Standard, 29 October 1982, quoted in Take Ten: Contemporary British Film Directors, by Jonathan Hacker and David Price (Oxford: Clarendon, 1991), 235.

15. See Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 85.

16. Hacker and Price, Take Ten, 255.

17. Mick Brown, "The Dying Wishes of Derek Jarman," Daily Telegraph, 16 August 1993, 11; and Hacker and Price, Take Ten, 259.

18. Hacker and Price, Take Ten, 259.

19. Ibid., 248-49.

20. Ibid., 233.

21. Roy Grundman, "History and the Gay Viewfinder: An Interview with DerekJarman," Cineaste 18 (December 1991): 25.

22. Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 114.

23. Derek Jarman, preface to Dancing Ledge (London: Quartet, 1991), 7.

24. Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 121.

25. Ibid., 123.

26. See Garfield, "Derek Jarman," 25.

27. Brown, "Dying Wishes," 11.

28. Hacker and Price, Take Ten, 259-60.

29. Ibid., 248-49.

30. Jarman revealed his thoughts about Klein at the Edinburgh Festival. He noted that he had first thought of the idea several years ago, but that at the time it had proved impossible to fund. His comments were reported in a facile article by Brian Pendreigh, "Blue Movie That No One Wants To Watch," Scotsman, 25 August 1993.

31. Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 5.

32. Ibid., 30.

33. Mike O'Pray, "Damning Desire," Sight and Sound 1 (October 1991): 11.

34. Yves Klein, quoted in Sidra Stich, Yves Klein (Ostfildern, Germany: Cantz, 1994), 66.

35. Ibid., 67.

36. Adorno, "Late Style," 105.

37. Stich, Yves Klein, 67-68.

38. Ibid., 67 (italics mine).

39. Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 43.

40. Morrison, "Derek Jarman," 22; Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 66.

41. Stich, Yves Klein, 67.

42. Jarman, Modern Nature, 30.

43. Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 81.

44. Adorno, "Late Style," 107.

45. Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 6.

46. Garfield, "Derek Jarman," 25.

47. Said, "Adorno," 273.

48. Adorno, "Late Style," 102.

49. Ibid., 107. It should be noted that critics have questioned Adorno's read- ing of Beethoven's last works.

50. Brown, "Dying Wishes," 11.

51. Ibid., 11.

52. Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 10.

53. Ibid., 122.

54. Raymond, "Fade To Blue," 47.

55. Jarman, Modern Nature, 149.

56. Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 117.

57. Raymond, "Fade To Blue," 47.

58. Stich, Yves Klein, 67; Jarman, At Your Own Risk, 118.

 

“Anfang Loft: The Sonic and Social Legacy of the 1970s”. De:Bug, Germany, July-August 2010, 13.

 

Translated into German by Sven von Thuelen, http://de-bug.de/share/debug144.pdf, scroll to page 13.

 

The 1970-79 period stands as arguably the most aesthetically and socially progressive period in dance music history. A barely fathomable number of technological innovations and generic subdivisions have led to the repeated recalibration of global dance since 1980, yet the core elements that drove the culture during the 1970s remain unchanged. Studio 54 and Saturday Night Fever continue to stand as the most prominent markers of that decade, but they were merely the most commercial articulations of much deeper and more profound developments.

The core relationship of contemporary dance culture was established at the very beginning of the 1970s when David Mancuso staged a Love Saves the Day Valentine’s party that would come to be known as the Loft, and two gay entrepreneurs known as Seymour and Shelley took over a flailing discotheque called the Sanctuary and began to admit gay men en mass. Mancuso and Francis Grasso, the DJ at the Sanctuary, pioneered the practice of selecting records in relation to the energy of the dance floor across an entire night. At the same time, partygoers at the Loft and the Sanctuary broke with the age-old social practice of couples dancing, and instead began to dance as individuals-in-the-crowd.

Drawing inspiration from the private rent party scene that dated back to 1920s Harlem, Timothy Leary’s experimental LSD parties, technological developments in audiophile stereo equipment, and the social potential of New York’s abandoned warehouses, Mancuso established the private party as the primary space in which dance culture could thrive. That was because private events could run long after public discotheques were required to close for the night as well as generate a level of intimacy and continuity that was much harder to achieve in public spaces. White gay private venues such as the Tenth Floor and Flamingo adopted the foundations of Mancuso’s model for their homogeneous clientele, while the Gallery, SoHo Place, Reade Street, the Paradise Garage and the Warehouse did the same for their more racially and sexually diverse crowds. Aside from generating the most intense parties, these spaces gave birth to many of the key innovations of the period.

The basic contours of DJing were established during the 1970s. Mancuso (who thought of himself as a party host rather than a DJ) grasped the potential of linking together records according to lyrical and sonic themes across the course of an entire night, while Grasso along with Michael Cappello, Richie Kaczor, Nicky Siano and David Todd explored the technical potential of beat-mixing. Siano also innovated the practice of spinning across three turntables, and he was also one of the first spinners to interrupt records in mid-flow when the energy felt right. Walter Gibbons perfected the art of mixing between the breaks in parallel with DJ Kool Herc, if not before, and to a much higher degree of technical proficiency. Coming to the fore during the second half of the 1970s, Larry Levan blended the approaches of Mancuso and Siano, and for many came to resemble the complete DJ.

The practices of these spinners had far-reaching consequences. Their willingness to hunt down rare records established the dance floor as a space where innovative, cutting-edge music that wasn’t receiving radio play could be heard, while the willingness of dancers to go out and buy their selections confirmed the dance floor could function as an alternative to radio when it came to breaking new records. Half-way into the decade, Mancuso, D’Acquisto and other spinners came to the conclusion that New York’s record companies should begin to supply them with free promotional copies in return for their de facto marketing efforts, and the first record pool was born soon after. By that point DJs had already made a point of hunting down long records, or buying two copies of a 45-r.p.m. single in order to create an improvised extended turntable mix, and their preferences persuaded New York’s record companies to introduce a brand new format, the twelve-inch single.

From 1970-73, dance recordings didn’t have a single generic name, and when the word “disco” was introduced to try and make sense of what was happening sonically, the term referred not to a regulated set of coordinates but rather to the diverse range of selections that could be heard in a discotheque (or private party) environment. Disco would go on to innovate the four-on-the-floor bass beat as well as give new life to the break, gospel-inspired female vocalists, and orchestral music. Exploring the aesthetic potential of the breakthrough twelve-inch format, Tom Moulton, Walter Gibbons and others pioneered the art of remixing. They worked repeatedly with music that was recorded by skilled instrumentalists—the 1970s marked a highpoint in terms of the sheer number of instrumentalists who were employed to record dance music—and from the mid-1980s onwards producers and remixers in search of samples and ideas treated these recordings as fertile ground. At the same time, Giorgio Moroder anticipated future developments in sequenced electronic dance music when he released “I Feel Love”.

Turntable and sound system technologies were also more or less perfected during the 1970s. (Contemporary DJs might play CDs and MP3s on digital sound systems, yet regularly mourn the loss of feel, warmth and organicity that so often comes with analogue formats and set-ups.) Mancuso was once again central when it came to deploying high-end equipment; employing Alex Rosner and Richard Long to put his ideas into practice, he pioneered the introduction of tweeter arrays and bass reinforcements, which enabled him to introduce added emphasis to the highs and the lows of a recording at any given moment. In fact Mancuso soon abandoned these innovations in order to focus more intensely on pure audiophile sound, yet they became central features of the sound system at the Paradise Garage, where Richard Long in association with Levan attempted to combine audiophile quality with brute power. For many, that system remains unsurpassed.

Perhaps the most enduring legacy of the 1970s remains the social and economic conditions that enabled dance culture to flourish in New York across that decade and halfway into the 1980s. The effective bankruptcy of the city combined with the flight of industry from downtown’s spacious and architecturally dramatic warehouses allowed party hosts to set up on the cheap while catering to ethnic and queer partygoers in search of an expressive-communal space. What’s more, there was no competition from MTV and the internet, which would go on to weaken the dance floor as the primary space for discovering new music and socialising with friends. People will always seek out spaces to congregate and dance, and they have continued to do so, but the costs are now higher, and the distractions are greater.