“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.

 

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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.

 

“Review: Wild Combination”. Journal of the Society of American Music, 4, 2, 2010, 271-73.

Wild Combination: A Portrait of Arthur Russell. Matt Wolf, director. Plexifilm, 2008.

 

The outlines of the life of the composer, instrumentalist, and vocalist Arthur Russell are easy enough to sketch. Born in Oskaloosa, Iowa, in 1951, Russell grew up in the Midwest when the United States was at its most Middle American. The safeness of the environment persuaded him to run away from home and settle first in Iowa City—the nearest recognizably alternative location—and then San Francisco, where he hovered on the fringes of the countercultural movement by joining a Buddhist commune as well as studying simultaneously at the San Francisco Conservatory and the Ali Akbar College of Music. In 1973 Russell decided to move to New York to try and make it as a working composer and cellist, and after enrolling at the Manhattan School of Music he segued into the downtown music scene, where he worked while living in the East Village until he died of complications from AIDS in 1992.

Russell’s musical life is much harder to summarize because it lacked a coherent arc and refused to settle within any genre. Performing and recording compositional music, pop music, new wave, disco and post-disco dance music, songs for voice and cello, and hip hop–inflected electronic songs, all in a blur of scene-hopping simultaneity, Russell sometimes sought to create music that was recognizable, but more often explored illicit combinations of styles and instruments, sometimes to the consternation of his collaborator/peers. Pursuing this practice across nearly twenty years, Russell came to be a strikingly mobile musician in a milieu that was in many respects distinguished by its relentless mobility. Contemporaries such as Laurie Anderson, the Beastie Boys, Blondie, Philip Glass, Madonna, Steve Reich, and Talking Heads demonstrated that downtowners could break through commercially if they were willing to repeat themselves enough to develop a coherent sound. Russell wasn’t willing to define himself and died in relative anonymity.

Two years after Russell's passing, Glass, a dedicated friend and supporter, released a compilation of Russell’s songs on Point Music titled Another Thought, and as the years passed, the posthumous album looked as though it would be the last of its kind. Toward the beginning of 2004, however, Soul Jazz and Audika released two more compilations¾the Soul Jazz effort focused on Russell’s twelve-inch dance singles, and the Audika album showcased his electronic pop recordings of the mid-1980s¾and the coincidence of their timing encouraged David Toop to publish a prominent feature about Russell in the Wire. That piece inspired the New York Times and the New Yorker to publish their own prominent features, which in turn led scores of other publications to commission articles. The activity set the scene for the release of several more Russell albums, most of them put out by Audika, and it also captured the attention of Matt Wolf, a young film director who was looking to produce his first major documentary.

The challenge facing Wolf as he set about making Wild Combination: A Portrait of Arthur Russell, which was eventually released in 2008, is foregrounded at the top of the film. “If you listen to Arthur’s music and you’re not familiar with it, then you think, ‘Well, how could one person work in all these different ways?’”  observes Toop in the first talking head comment of the film. “Not many people allow themselves the full extent of their complexity.” Elegant and apt, Toop’s comment suggests the question: How will Russell’s complexity be captured on film? Will the documentary attempt to chart its subject’s labyrinthine movements and projects, developing each in rich descriptive and analytical detail? Or will the film allow Russell’s complexity to lie with the comments of Toop and other collaborators in order to choose a different route into Russell’s world?

The answer is effectively conveyed to the viewer before Toop even gets to deliver his analysis. Opening with a slow-moving pan across a space-age–looking fish tank, the film switches to a shot of a cassette tape drifting in luminous water, while Russell croons over an amplified, echo-laden cello. Images of a cartridge running on a turntable, a downtown dance floor, and an Iowa cornfield lead into Toop’s comment. By then it is clear that Wolf is set on evoking the affective quality of Russell’s life¾the experience of growing up in Oskaloosa, the recurring fascination with water, the attraction to the visceral rhythms of the dance floor¾rather than having talking heads explain that life. Ensuing images of the Staten Island ferry, the family home where Russell grew up, the downtown dance floor of a private party called the Gallery, the East Village Street where Russell lived in New York, and other settings are punctuated with photos as well as a small amount of video footage. Video was an emerging art form when Russell moved downtown, particularly in settings such as the Kitchen, where he worked as the music director for a season, but Russell was camera shy and hoped his listeners would be content with sound.

When Wolf turns to talking heads, he develops them as characters that contribute to the film’s subtle, intertwining narrative strands, as well as to its affective idiom. The dreamy sighs emitted by Russell’s devoted lover, Tom Lee, the quivering lip of Russell’s father, Chuck, and the longing expression of Russell’s bass player collaborator, Ernie Brooks, outlast any of their comments. Indeed, Wolf set out to make an experimental film that would introduce visual collages over Russell’s intimate compositions until the director met Lee to elicit his approval and ended up concluding that Russell’s lover would make for a compelling character in his own right. The decision to edge toward character was cemented when Wolf met Russell’s parents, who had responded generously to their son’s frequent requests for money, even though they didn’t always care for his music. Alongside the angelic Lee, Chuck steals the film; his humor, integrity, intelligence, and emotional range deliver a blow to anyone who harbors the thought that Middle Americans are by definition reactionary.

Running at seventy-one minutes, the film is as light and intuitive as much of Russell’s music, even if Russell’s death from AIDS leads Wolf to develop a more melancholic tone than can be heard in Russell’s recordings. Such concision leaves Wolf further exposed to the charge that he could have developed a more thorough overview of Russell's life, and some of the omissions carry a degree of lingering pain, especially when they involve musicians who worked closely with Russell. Other omissions can be traced to the lens through which Wolf views Russell, which is primarily that of a young gay filmmaker who became intrigued when an acquaintance told him that Russell was a young gay Buddhist composer whose ambition was to record bubble-gum music. Wolf, however, never set out to produce a definitive documentary, and he made a point of acknowledging as much when he subtitled the film “a portrait.” Wolf’s is one take on Russell, and there’s no questioning the perceptive beauty of the result.

 

“24 −−> 24 Music”. Sleeping Bag Records / Traffic Entertainment Group, 2011.

Excerpted and adapted from Hold On to Your Dreams: Arthur Russell and the Downtown Music Scene, 1973-92 by Tim Lawrence. Copyright Duke University Press 2009.

 

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The album 24 −−> 24 Music can be traced back to the moment when Arthur Russell invited Mustafa Ahmed (congas), Jeff Berman (drums), Julius Eastman (organ), Peter Gordon (tenor saxophone), Rome Neal (percussion), Larry Saltzman (guitar), and Peter Zummo (trombone) to perform an orchestral disco jam at the Kitchen, an experimental venue for compositional music, on 27–28 April 1979. The musicians improvised around scores in order to create a continuous, evolving groove, while taking their cues from Arthur as he sawed away on his cello. Happiest when asked to take a risk, Zummo says he felt “very free” during the performance, while Neal remembers, “The Kitchen gig gave me a chance to really stretch out on my instrument and jam with the conga player, who was amazing.” The result combined frenzied percussion, a raucous guitar, excited drums, and a plummeting trombone, and resembled a cross between Osibisa, the Clash, and the Original Dixieland Jazz Band. At the end of the gig the crowd of people dancing at the back of the venue applauded, while the rest of the audience tried to make sense of what they had witnessed. “There was a schism between the presence of Nicky Siano [the DJ at the Gallery] and the disco crowd, and the new-music people,” says Donald Murk, who worked as Arthur's personal manager during the late 1970s. “The new-music people seemed to be fascinated by the strange, disco-ite presence. The atmosphere was one of bemusement.” 

Convinced the Kitchen audience was “very snobbish about disco,” which it judged to be “a ‘low’ form of music,” Steven Hall, a close friend of Arthur's, says the orchestral disco concert was “a very careful, well-staged affront to the Kitchen people and their sensibilities,” and he recalls being euphoric at the end of the concert because the idea of presenting orchestral disco as a form of “serious classical music” had “really worked.” “Arthur was baffled as to why they would discriminate,” notes Hall. “The concert was a very political move on his part, because he was doing this in the Carnegie Hall of downtown.” Arthur had already encountered a slice of the growing disdain for disco when he played a Hamilton Bohannon record to a friend, only for the friend to judge it “second-rate music.” “That was such a weird thing to say,” Arthur commented in a later interview. “I’d never thought of it in those hierarchical terms. It always seems important to me to avoid such value judgements.” In a similar vein, Zummo recalls Arthur saying, “If the beat is good enough to move people’s bodies, it won’t be treated as serious music,” and the trombonist adds there was “tension” in the Kitchen during the “orchestral disco” performance.

According to Hall, the concert was controversial enough to provoke a feud. “There was a sense that Arthur sold out his so-called ‘serious’ reputation with disco, and the people running the Kitchen were shocked that he had the audacity to bring this world of sleazy music into this highbrow situation,” he explains. “It was very bold of Arthur, and he was very proud of that break.” Less certain than Hall that Arthur “intended to flip the bird,” Murk remembers Arthur believing there were many Kitchen regulars who thought he was making good money from disco and regarded him as a “traitor to the new music scene.” Yet Murk also recalls the orchestral disco audience being more baffled than hostile, and his recollections are in line with those of Arnold Dreyblatt, who had studied media art at Buffalo and composition at Wesleyan before he moved to New York to work with La Monte Young. “Nobody knew what the hell to make of it,” notes Dreyblatt. “Rhys and Glenn were high energy and strong overtones, but here was this music that had a disco beat, lovely melodies, strange twists, and bizarre lyrics.” Whereas Rhys Chatham belted out a clear message of intent when he played his minimalist guitar compositions, Arthur’s wonky groove music seemed to be much more difficult to interpret. “I remember being very surprised, and at first I found it partially unintelligible,” continues Dreyblatt. “It wasn’t accessible as a statement without somehow knowing Arthur, or knowing more than what was happening in new music. And very few people who were there that night would have known about the alternative disco scene.”

Having developed his production skills with recordings for Sire and West End, Arthur zipped in and out of Blank Tapes to preserve the orchestral disco concept on multitrack tape with an appropriate mix of musicians. Established collaborators included Wilbur Bascum (bass), Julius Eastman (keyboards and vocals), Peter Gordon (tenor saxophone), Kent Goshorn (vocals), Butch Ingram (bass), Jimmy Ingram (keyboards), John Ingram (drums), Timmy Ingram (congas), William Ingram (guitar), Jill Kroesen (vocals), Rome Neal (percussion and vocals), and Peter Zummo (trombone). New faces included Rik Albani, a Zummo collaborator, who played trumpet; Marie-Chantal Martin, a little-known vocalist; Denise Mercedes, a guitarist in the punk outfit the Stimulators and a Poet’s Building resident; and Ed Tomney, the moving force behind a new-wave outfit called the Necessaries, who also played guitar. “Arthur was special in his mission of merging the worlds of black music and orchestral music,” acknowledges Neal.

During the session Arthur sat on top of the studio’s Rhodes piano and blew bubbles through a mug of ginseng tea while the musicians acclimated to their surroundings. “Arthur was on a mission, but he was very, very sensitive to the vibe of the people he was working with,” says the engineer Bob Blank. “He was very concerned with their comfort and their feeling OK around him. It seemed like he was being casual and random, but he was very prepared and had a lot of paperwork with him.” The paperwork included conceptual scores filled with staves and colored Cagean parabolas, and he instructed the players to feel out a section of the notated music before developing a decentered, improvised flow, because instead of recording specific songs, he wanted his musicians to lay down shifting combinations of sound. “Arthur came in with this road map, but then had five different pieces going at once,” recalls Blank. “He had one of those lateral brains that could hear across all this different material.”

Arthur was entering uncharted territory. Whereas his first twelve-inch single “Kiss Me Again” was written before he went into the studio, and the subsequent Loose Joints jams were organized around a series of songs, the orchestral disco sessions cut the songs altogether—and upped the improvisation that had started to unfold during the Loose Joints recordings. “Arthur might have had a sense of what the finished product would be, but I saw it as a process,” says Zummo, who was asked to play in what Arthur called his “chromatic style,” setting off the cellist’s more tonal mode. “He’d put some music in front of me and I’d say, ‘Where do you want me to play from?’ He’d say, ‘Just play.’ I never understood how the score guided the process. It was a very open sound field.” A novice in dance music, Zummo saw the sessions as “working with Arthur,” who happened to be recording dance. “The Ingram brothers were hot, and because the drummer was so good and the beat was happening, the trombone wasn’t an impediment; it could just soar above. It’s also true for jazz. Playing the trombone can be a struggle because it’s a difficult instrument, but I don’t recall finding it difficult to record any of that stuff.” One of a number of musicians who were asked to return to the studio to record overdubs, Zummo adds: “Arthur used conceptual bases to go into a recording studio and then proceeded to record funky tracks. I was generally astonished. It was all new.”

The vocalists ensured the final cuts would bear only a fleeting resemblance to disco. Martin delivered a series of surreal phrases in a shrill, squeaky voice that mixed French and English. Eastman sang “In the corn belt” as if recording atonal opera with Maxwell Davies, and “Go baaannnggg” as if that opera had been staged in a gay sex club, like the Anvil or the Mineshaft. And Kroesen sounded like she was halfway through a second bottle of whisky when, depressed and unsteady, she almost wailed out: 

Thank you for asking the question

You showed us the face of delusion

To uproot the cause of confusion

I wanna see all my friends at once

I need an armchair to put myself in your shoes

I’m in the mood to ask the question

Ohhh, thank you

Oh, oh, thank you for asking a question

You showed us the face of delusion

To uproot the cause of confusion.

 With the tracks laid down and no record company leaning on him, Arthur made a copy of the tape and started to explore the infinite sound combinations that were available to him. “Arthur began bouncing tracks back and forth,” remembers Gordon. “He had two twenty-four-track machines that he synched up, and he would find songs by combining these elements.” At the end of the process, Arthur labeled the tapes “24 −−> 24,” as if his own presence and that of the musicians had become secondary to the tape-to-tape conversation, which offered not so much a documentary capsule of the sessions as a way of exploring them ad infinitum. “Arthur was playing the studio the same way he would play the cello,” adds Gordon. “He tried to capture a certain roughness of performance. The process was getting looser and Arthur was feeling freer. There was almost a sense of him saying, ‘I can do this!’”

Along with Gordon, Arthur became one of the first composers to join pop alchemists (George Martin, Phil Spector, and Brian Eno), dub excavators (Lee “Scratch” Perry and King Tubby), and disco remixers (Tom Moulton and Walter Gibbons) in the mission of reinventing the studio as a place where sound wasn’t merely reproduced but also created. The move was innovative in the field of compositional music, for while John Cage and Karlheinz Stockhausen had experimented with computers and tape, they also subjected their work to the discipline of rigorously developed scores; others had challenged the totalitarian status of the score without acknowledging that the recording process could be a key aspect of composition. “Scoring moved away from being a precise description of the sound, with every possible parameter notated, to a set of instructions that produced a precisely defined but at times highly variable result,” comments Sublette. “But by the 1960s, some of these instruction pieces had gotten very abstract indeed, and consisted even at times of what seemed more like poems in the form of instructions.” By the late 1970s, composers began to acknowledge that the recording process could generate sound that existed independently of a score, and in July 1979, just a month or so after the orchestral disco sessions were wrapped up, Brian Eno presented a paper titled “The Recording Studio as Compositional Tool” at the Kitchen. “Arthur was really dealing with the studio as an instrument,” notes Gordon. “This approach was something that was in the air, and it was radical.” 

Refiguring the role of the orchestra and the score, Arthur also took disco though a series of highly original, counterintuitive maneuvers. For the best part of a decade, disco producers such as Alec Costandinos, Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff, Vince Montana, Giorgio Moroder, and Barry White had worked with the sound of the symphony orchestra, and their records imbued disco with a combination of musical complexity and emotional force that, when not treated with care, could also sound excessive and bombastic. Orchestral disco ran the additional risk of eliminating the felt groove out of disco -- because the symphony orchestra was too large to allow for this kind of work, and also lacked players who were attuned to this kind of expressiveness. Arthur, however, slimmed down the size of the orchestra and assumed a nonchalant approach to his own score, which his jam-oriented musicians were encouraged to drop whenever they felt the need.

As Arthur refined his approach, he distinguished his own use of repetition from the kind of repetition that appeared in earlier minimalist works. “I think the kind of repetition that comes out of me and is in dance music is somewhat different to the repetition of minimalist works of the Sixties and Seventies,” he explained in an interview several years later. “Dance music is more improvisatory. It uses an extendable structure which on the one hand is recognizable, and on the other, improvisatory. It's based on hearing what you do while you do it." Convinced the engagement with dance was as important as the exchange between orchestral music and pop, Arthur urged other composers to explore the culture. “I have a recollection of Arthur describing disco clubs as ‘temples of music’ and evocatively describing the beauty of bass frequencies coming out of the subwoofers,” comments Chatham. “I went to a disco at the old Fillmore East [the Saint] and decided that he was right. I was blown away and had no idea where this music was coming from. But I was so into my own trip I just didn’t pursue it. It was Arthur who explored this other exotic area.” 

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 Arthur identified with the natural world. His handmade flyers featured childlike sketches of birds and antelopes; he stuck a cutout cardboard rabbit onto the front of his cello; he carried stuffed animals onto stage with him during performances; and songs such as “Eli” developed animal themes. In assuming the Dinosaur moniker when he released “Kiss Me Again,” he took up the cause of the extinct, and his subsequent use of the name “Killer Whale” would create an alliance with the endangered. And as he set about establishing his own label following the falling-out with West End, he started to nestle up close to a cuddly koala bear.

Arthur met his label partner at the Loft, the weekly house party hosted by David Mancuso on Prince Street. The stocky son of one of Mancuso’s lawyers, Will Socolov met the Loose Joints coproducer Steve D’Acquisto and then Arthur, after which he asked his father to provide the Loose Joints producers with a loan to enable them to complete their sessions. Realizing he had been drawn into a “fucked up situation,” Socolov turned against D’Acquisto—who had “no right being in the studio” and “bossed Arthur around constantly”—and told him to “fuck off.” Socolov drifted until a chance collision with Arthur on West Broadway resulted in Arthur asking him to form a partnership and open a record company. Backed by Socolov’s father and an oldtime record promoter called Juggy Gayles, the label acquired a name when James Brown’s “Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag” started to play over the radio, which prompted Socolov to joke that he could forget about buying a brand new bag—he was still going to bed in a sleeping bag. Arthur seized on the throwaway remark, and Socolov agreed that “Sleeping Bag” sounded like a good name. “It was supposed to be a reaction to the disco era and to make fun of that,” he notes. “Arthur and the rest of us were, ‘Fuck the cool way! We’re not going to be wearing designer suits!’” Emphasizing the label’s alternative, idiosyncratic intentions, Arthur proposed that they also use a picture of a koala bear sitting in a sleeping bag as their logo.

Socolov’s entrance encouraged Arthur to move away from D’Acquisto. An important enabler and an inspirational presence, D’Acquisto’s relentless championing of Arthur’s ingeniousness had provided the self-doubting composer and instrumentalist with a valuable dose of self-belief. Yet the Loose Joints coproducer also required a return for his big-heartedness, and when Arthur chose not to follow a particular piece of advice, a more confrontational side emerged. Having lent Arthur money to record the 24 −−> 24 tapes—it’s not clear how much—D’Acquisto assumed they were part of an ongoing production team, but Arthur had become less sure about that, and the emergence of Socolov and Sleeping Bag Records encouraged him to think laterally. Whatever his stake, D’Acquisto hadn’t managed to engineer a release for the 24 −−> 24 tapes, and given that eighteen months had passed since they were recorded, Arthur had no qualms about taking them to Sleeping Bag. D’Acquisto was devastated. “Arthur was basically a bit of an opportunist,” he says. “He was an artist who needed to work and he would go anywhere if somebody promised him money.”

With D’Acquisto out of the picture and the 24 −−> 24 tapes lined up to appear as Sleeping Bag’s debut album, Arthur returned to the studio to record additional tracks with Lola Blank, a backing singer with James Brown who was married to Bob Blank. In possession of a powerful, gospel-trained voice, the vocalist had to unlearn everything she knew. “I had just come off the road with James, and I said, ‘Arthur’s great! He’s funky!’” she recalls. “He was this very quiet, non-descript person who would sit and watch, and the next thing you knew, he’d create this funky music! He was one of the most creative, innovative, and off-beat producers and composers I’d worked with.” “Bang go-bang-bang go-bang-go,” she sang in a crazed, little-girl voice that made it sound like she had escaped from a psychiatric hospital in a helium balloon. “Go bang bang bang go-bang it back.” “Most of the R&B singers are gospel,” adds Lola, whose voice was augmented with echo in the studio. “You’ve heard one, you’ve heard them all. For me, recording with Arthur was a time when I could be creative and fun. It was a time when I could go a bit crazy. I could sing anything and he’d make it work.” Bob looked on open-mouthed. “I hadn’t seen that side to her,” he explains. “Arthur brought that out of her.”

Wrapped in a silkscreen cover designed by Tom Lee that featured a gray print of a marauding dinosaur plus a cluster of bright red, floating “24”s and arrows in the top left corner, 24 −−> 24 Music by Dinosaur L was released on Sleeping Bag at the end of 1981. (Arthur had added the “L” to provide the artist name with a more powerful numerological value.) Discordant and manic, “You’re Gonna Be Clean on Your Bean” opened Side A with sharp beats and a repeated Peter Gordon saxophone refrain, after which a rhythm guitar and a synthesizer underscored a barrage of high-pitched, hysterical yelps delivered in a female voice’s Franglais, and a recurring rap-chant of “You gonna be clean on your bean” in male voices that sounded deadpan yet quizzical. “No, Thank You” continued the stumbling-out-of-the-asylum ambience, with Zummo’s chromatic trombone skipping over echoey keyboard notes as a female voice intoned in a pained, desperate near-shriek, “I said, ‘No thank you.’ I meant, ‘No thank you, please.’” “In the Corn Belt” featured Arthur’s descending cello lines and Zummo’s zigzagging trombone, as well as a surreal operatic cameo by Julius Eastman, who sang, “In the corn belt, CORN, COOORRRNNN.” “Get Set” interspersed its merry-go-round sound clash of instrumental riffs and longer solos with a range of percussive effects. And “#7” consisted of a live take from the orchestral disco performance at the Kitchen—the night when Arthur’s weird, funky, art-house jam began to take shape. 

That jam found its ultimate expression on the album’s second track, “Go Bang!,” which opened with John Ingram’s tight, sibilant drums, Eastman’s faint keyboard, and Jill Kroesen’s slurry, unstable vocals. Judging by the tone of her voice, Kroesen wasn’t in a fit state to buy a pint of milk, let alone “uproot the cause of confusion,” which was one of her stated goals, yet the musical backdrop provided an outlet from the chaos when it shifted to a toughened beat pattern that incorporated Eastman’s keyboard and Timmy Ingram’s congas along with Arthur’s twangy, pizzicato cello. Running for several minutes, the groove was interspersed with Eastman’s faint orgasmic cries of “I want to go baaannnggg” (which began at a subterranean register before scaling three-and-a-half octaves to end on an orgasmic high) and, a little later on, the sound of a sustained, discordant, undulating cluster of notes (as if Eastman had taken a few swigs of whatever Kroesen was drinking and ended up crashing on the keyboard). While layers of percussion washed in and out, a group of male vocalists—probably Arthur, Rome Neal, and Kent Goshorn—blurted out: 

I wanna see all my friends at once

I’d do anything to get the chance to go bang

I wanna go bang

I wanna go bang

I wanna see all my friends at once

I’d do anything to get the chance to go bang

I wanna go bang.

A cluster of scrunched-up guitar and trombone lines prefigured the close of the track, which concludes at seven minutes and fifty-two seconds.

In a nod toward the nonlinear underpinnings of the tracks, which had been spliced from tapes of tapes of tapes, the album’s six tracks were given new numbered titles and listed in a jumbled-up sequence—“#1 (You’re Gonna Be Clean on Your Bean),” “#5 (Go Bang!),” “#2 (No, Thank You),” “#7,” “#3 (In the Corn Belt),” and “#6 (Get Set).” The studio had become the space of searching and madness, where tapes overflowed onto the floor and the splice reigned supreme. “Arthur didn’t say, ‘I’ve got a song called ‘Go Bang!,’ let’s record it,’” notes Gordon. “It was more like discovering the song in the raw material.” As the molecular composition of sound was explored, knowledge didn’t so much accumulate as disintegrate, and although most of the tracks were given names, these were bracketed and provisional, suggesting that they were unfinished and might (or perhaps even should) continue to evolve after their initial release. Music can unravel under this kind of scrutiny, and the unraveling that took place on 24 −−> 24 Music was reflected in Arthur’s sound, which often seemed to slur as the instruments and vocals were slowed down or sped up to the point where their waves didn’t produce any kind of meaning.

Nevertheless, 24 −−> 24 Music wasn’t so much illegible as unpredictable, with its shaky jams and counterintuitive patterns taking up residence on the precipice of implosion. Drawing on the solo workout of jazz, the spatial awareness of dub, the raucousness of rock, and the insistent drive of funk and disco, the album’s instrumentation and claustrophobic edits depicted a universe that consisted of tangents and coincidences. Yet the album also flirted with structure, with its rhythms searching for a sustained groove and its songs hinting at the possibility of organized form. Refusing to gloss over the complexities of the world, the album sounded surreal but was actually very real, as well as foreign while being grounded in a neighborhood where disco, jazz, rock, new music, and Latin music seeped out onto the streets. Presenting a strangely coherent, left-field sound that hinted at genre yet remained steadfastly unnameable, 24 −−> 24 Music could only have been developed by an artist who was embedded in the full range of downtown’s diverse music scenes—which is to say, it sounded like an Arthur Russell album.

The album confirmed Arthur as a significant writing talent. “Kiss Me Again,” “Pop Your Funk,” and “Is It All Over My Face?” (the latter two released by Loose Joints) had provided snapshots of his ability to come up with memorable hooks, and with the release of 24 −−> 24 Music he demonstrated that he could come up with vividly expressive lines with ease. Track “#3 (In the Corn Belt)” harked back to the earthiness of his home state, while “#1 (You’re Gonna Be Clean on Your Bean)” and “#5 (Go Bang!)” were laced with the same kind of witty sexual innuendo as “Pop Your Funk” and “Is It All Over My Face?” Yet as far as Arthur was concerned, this was all very unremarkable. Ever since his time in San Francisco, he had penned lyrics that combined vernacular language and evocative imagery at a phenomenal rate, and Tom Lee, Arthur's lover, points out that the popular appeal of his lyrics was deliberate. “Arthur saw them as catch-phrases,” he explains. “As serious as he was, he wanted people to respond to his music. He wanted his lyrics to be anthemic.”

Arthur also wanted his lyrics to appeal beyond a gay male listenership, and “#5 (Go Bang!)” remains indicative of his oeuvre. The record contained obvious homoerotic undertones, with Eastman’s vocals simulating the moment of male orgasm with startling expressiveness, and the lyric “I want to see all my friends at once, go bang” suggested a male orgy. Indeed it’s even plausible that Lola Blank’s contribution was cut from the final mix in order to emphasize the all-male thrust of the lyrics. Yet the line “I want to see all my friends at once, go bang” also evoked the better-than-sex moment of the dance floor when the DJ worked a mix with sublime dexterity or caught the mood of the floor, and the crowd responded with energized moves and jubilant screams. “Arthur’s lyrics were more sexual than homosexual,” comments Steven Hall. “‘Go Bang!’ is about having all my friends in one place, which is more like a hippie ideal of everyone making out together. Arthur was inclusive in a way that even some early gay pride pioneers were not in terms of straight sexuality, and he was also informed by his experiences with women. It is limiting to think of his music through the gay prism.”

Although “#5 (Go Bang!)” was the likeliest dance cut on 24 −−> 24 Music, most of the DJs who had got into “Kiss Me Again” and “Is It All Over My Face?” were unnerved by its spider’s web structure, in which threads of instrumentation were woven together into a springy, mucoid mesh. Larry Levan, the DJ at the Paradise Garage, persevered with the record, and so did David Mancuso, but most thought it was too difficult for dancers, so when album sales ground to a halt at the two thousand mark, Socolov gave Arthur the green light to ask François Kevorkian to remix the record. The Prelude Records mixer agreed, even though he hadn’t warmed to “Kiss Me Again.” “There was something in the hook, in the songwriting, in the germ of it that meant it could never become one of the great songs,” he comments. “There were parts that were really intense—the tom toms at the end of one mix—but they lasted for a minute and then they were gone.” Because it was “extremely complex, disorganized, and uncompromising,” “#5 (Go Bang!)” presented a different kind of challenge, but Kevorkian reckoned it was something he could work with. “There are people who think the original version is a work of genius, which I’m not going to disclaim, because Arthur had his own vision of things, which was very peculiar and very much genius-like,” he says. “But sometimes genius works are hard to play at parties.”

Asked to deliver the remix for as little money as possible, Kevorkian went into Right Track Studios, worked through the night, and emerged the next morning unhappy with his effort, which was “not to the point at all.” Kevorkian came from a jazz-rock background and was familiar with the chaotic beauty of Sun Ra, Pharaoh Sanders, and Cecil Taylor, yet none of their music prepared him for the Byzantine complexity of Arthur’s studio work. “The multitrack was an absolute, utter, and total mess,” he recalls. “The way all the elements were thrown in there seemed to be gratuitous. It was just so thick. There were all these great ideas, but every thirty seconds there would be a change of direction. There were at least twenty songs that could have been put together from those tapes.” Having studied the tapes track by track in order to create a “master score” map, Kevorkian ended up spending so much time on this task that he failed to “absorb all the data and make sense of it.” Adamant he wasn’t willing to hand over the remix, he insisted that Socolov allow him to go back into the studio and work on it for an extra day—even if he had to pay for the studio time himself. “There was some arguing back and forth,” recalls the mixer. “Finally we came to an understanding.”

Kevorkian returned to the studio intent on providing the diffuse if compelling original with a more streamlined and structured focus. First off, he plucked out a Zummo trombone phrase from the depths of the multitracks and positioned it as an avant-garde fanfare that opened the remix. After that, he created a streamlined groove in which instrumental phases were signaled with greater clarity. Key parts, such as Eastman’s sound-swarm synthesizer, were chopped into recognizable shape, soaked in echo and reverb, and given a curatorial position above the driving track. In addition, two vocal quotes—Eastman’s operatic orgasm, which was hazy and submerged in the album mix, and Lola Blank’s off-kilter, little-girl utterances, which hadn’t been used at all—were transformed into vivid motifs that regulated the tense drama of the mix. “Lola and Julius Eastman were outstanding in their unique and quirky way,” reflects Kevorkian. “The rest was the icing on the cake.”

With the studio work completed, Kevorkian cut an acetate of the remix and handed it to Mancuso, who played it at the first opportunity. “The whole thing took fire right away,” says Kevorkian. “It was one of those instant records. There was nothing like it and you couldn’t forget it. From the Loft perspective, the record was all about baaannnggg.” But when Arthur went to the Loft with Socolov the following weekend, he was disappointed with what he heard. “After David played it Arthur came up to me and said, ‘I can’t believe it! François is trying to sabotage me!’” recalls Socolov. “I thought he was going to say, ‘Man, it’s fucking great, I’m really happy,’ because that was the first time he heard it in a big venue, so I was surprised.” Socolov asked for clarification. “I said, ‘Arthur, what are you talking about?’ And Arthur replied, ‘François is trying to ruin me! The drums are muddy! They’re not the way they’re supposed to be!’” Arthur wanted the drums to be pounding, perhaps after Bohannon, who was one of his favorite percussionists and producers, but Socolov just laughed. “I said, ‘You’re out of your mind! The people went crazy! It sounded great!’ I think he agreed afterwards. But he still felt the drums could have been EQ-ed [equalized] differently.”

Convinced Arthur was way ahead of his time, Mancuso made a point of hanging onto his album copy of “#5 (Go Bang!),” which contained so much information and so many nuances it reminded him of John Coltrane. But the Loft host also thought that Kevorkian’s remix was “very, very good,” and because the remix was tailor-made for the circus-like climax of his parties, Mancuso started to play the album version as the party was warming up and the twelve-inch during its peak. The remix would also become Levan’s favorite record of all time, and Arthur made a point of traveling to the Paradise Garage to hear it thunder out of the world’s most powerful sound system while some two thousand black gay men responded in an explosion of energy. When a spandex-clad Lola Blank and a tuxedoed Wendell Morrison (a session vocalist with Inner Life) performed “Go Bang!” at the venue, the song’s lyrics were so effective in generating their utopian objective, the performers were drowned out in the din. “When Wendel went ‘Go baaa . . .’ you couldn’t hear the record any more,” remembers Bob Blank, who looked on from Levan’s booth. “It was amazing to see the reaction. I had no clue.”

Featuring an echo-laden Kevorkian remix of “Clean on Your Bean” on Side B, the twelve-inch remix of “#5 (Go Bang!)”—now titled “Go Bang! #5”—was released in the spring of 1982. It was picked up in no time at all by Frankie Crocker, a regular at the Garage who would take a peek over Levan’s shoulder whenever a record caught his ear, and the WBLS DJ started to rotate the twelve-inch immediately. “We heard ‘Go Bang!’ on the radio and on the street,” says Lee. “The whole idea of it getting played was a big boost.” Enthusiastic reviews increased the record’s momentum: Billboard described it as “progressive jazz”; New Musical Express named it as “a strange new fascination, a jazzy sensation”; Dance Music Report hailed it as “an instant ‘underground classic’”; and New York Rocker noted that “with its electric piano and congas, it sounds almost Nigerian.” The author of the New York Rocker piece, Steven Harvey, was an unlikely convert given that he was a member of the experimental rock group Youthinasia, yet he found himself drawn to Arthur’s combination of dub and repetitive rhythms—elements that the journalist-musician would later identify as being the most salient feature of downtown dance music in the early 1980s. “Arthur was really hip to that in the way he mixed his music,” notes Harvey. “I got to know him, but it was completely around the music. Arthur struck me as being very ambitious about his music and he worked hard at getting it over, but he was shut down, slightly strange, and emotionally cool.”

Composed by Arthur and refined by Kevorkian, the “Go Bang! #5” twelve-inch uncovered fresh territory for both experimental music and disco. Zummo, who actively sought out difficult music, was wary of the process that resulted in the record becoming “presentable,” yet still appreciated the remix, while Gordon (who received a coproduction credit for finding the male rappers who performed on “Clean on Your Bean”) felt that Kevorkian’s disciplining handiwork “revealed another side of Arthur’s music.” The mixer, meanwhile, believed the twelve-inch was one of his finest to date. “It sounded really special,” he notes. “It brought all these different elements into a flow that is so natural you’d think it was recorded like that, when it fact it was the opposite.” Having expressed concern about Kevorkian’s use of the drums, Arthur came to appreciate the mixer’s work, which he valued above Jimmy Simpson’s version of “Kiss Me Again” and Levan’s reworking of “Is It All Over My Face?” “It was very different from the album version, but that was never a problem for Arthur,” comments Lee. “The song was still his basic idea and he was thrilled with what François did.” Arthur, adds Kevorkian, was also excited to see his record “become a major-league contender.”

“Epiphanies: Dinosaur L 24 → 24 Music”. Wire, September 2010.

I wanna see all my friends at once

I'd do anything to get the chance to go bang

I wanna go bang

I wanna go bang

 

Arthur Russell liked to see all his friends at once, and during the second half of the 1970s his social life revolved around two discrete groups people; the composer-instrumentalists who had pioneered the eclectic sound of new music in venues such as the Kitchen and the Experimental Intermedia Foundation, and the DJs, revelers, and instrumentalists who had forged a compelling form of dance culture in nearby party spaces such as the Gallery, the Loft and the Paradise Garage. A child of the counter-cultural movement as well as a talented synthesist and provocateur, Russell also enjoyed seeing what would happen when divergent types were brought together in the same room. So in the early months of 1979 he invited the composers and the dance musicians (plus a couple of new wave guitarists) to record an album. An amalgam of the results were released as 24 24 Music by Dinosaur L in 1981, the debut title of Sleeping Bag Records, which Russell co-founded with Will Socolov.

“#5 (Go Bang!)”, the standout track, assimilated the disparate elements of the downtown music scene. Playing taut, the Ingram brothers, a family of musicians from Philadelphia, laid out the foundational disco-funk groove, after which the drag composer Jill Kroesen delivered surrealist lines in a post-punk whimper. The ensuing jazz-haze keyboard jam, played by the black queer baritone composer Julius Eastman, vied for dope supremacy with Loft dancer Rome Neal’s additional percussion. Further vocals from Eastman, whose voice emitted its orgasmic cry at the back of the mix, plus Neal and Iowan schoolfriend Kent Goshorn, who rap-spoke lines about wanting to see all their friends at once, punctuated the workout. Running to 7:55, the track closed with interlocking clusters of rumbling guitar notes, spluttering trumpet lines, and additional keyboard squiggles.

Disco had found a way to co-exist in a mutant form the integrated elements of orchestral music, new wave, jazz and rap, but only David Mancuso of the Loft played the track with any kind of sustained enthusiasm, so Socolov commissioned the remixer François Kevorkian to bring his dance floor know-how to the sprawling brilliance of the original. Famed for his cutting-edge work at Prelude Records, Kevorkian stripped out layers of percussion, cut a batch of instrumental flourishes, shortened the track by half a minute, and gave added emphasis to a range of memorable motifs, including composer Peter Zummo’s buried trombone (which Kevorkian brought to the top of the track), Eastman’s spectacular orgasmic cries (which were now placed higher in the mix), and the crazed-girl-on-helium vocals delivered by the James Brown backing singer Lola Blank (which Russell had discarded from the album version). Titled “Go Bang! #5”, the remix tore up the Garage and the Loft. Dancers of all persuasions were just so happy to go bang.

I remember hearing a slice of “Go Bang” at the Gardening Club’s Feel Real night, where I danced close to every Friday between the autumn of 1991 and the summer of 1994. The night’s DJs -- the Rhythm Doctor, Evil O, Femi B and Rob Acteson -- were into the dub and jazz inflected house music that had started to flow out of New York in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and every now and again they would play Todd Terry’s “Bango (To the Batmobile)”, a 1988 track that sampled Blank’s vocal and inverted the “Go Bang” title. Heavy and pulsating, Terry’s beats were notable, but the record stood out because of Blank’s utterly strange vocal somersaults. Russell, I would discover later, was less than happy when he discovered he had been sampled without permission.

I heard the full Kevorkian remix for the first time when I bought the Spaced Out: Ten Original Disco Funk Grooves compilation from Dance Tracks in 1997, three years into my four-year stay in New York City. The owners of the East Third Street store Joe Claussell and Stefan Prescott had been urging me buy more classics (pre-house favourites) for a couple of years, but I remained an unrepentant house head, and was often puzzled by the enthusiasm other dancers would show when “Little” Louie Vega put on monthly classics parties at the Sound Factory Bar. I’d been possessed by house music’s pulsating electronic textures ever since I first encountered the sound during an accidental yet wonderful trip to the Haçienda during the summer of 1988, and I couldn’t grasp why anyone would want to listen to the low-adrenalin live drums of disco instead. But on “Go Bang! #5” I couldn’t help but notice that the bass beat thudded with intent -- this despite the fact that Russell complained Kevorkian hadn’t made the drums fat enough -- while the decentred effects, flipped out solos and dub aesthetic anticipated and outstripped the best house had to offer. Driven by the synergistic effect of musicians jamming together in real time, “Go Bang! #5” rescued me from the modular and circular logic of house.

I started to research the book that became Love Saves the Day in the autumn of 1996 and conducted my first interview with Mancuso, who persuaded me to begin my history in 1970 rather than 1985, in the spring of 1997. A friend of Mancuso’s, Russell was so enamoured with the Loft he recorded the twelve-inch single “Is It All Over My Face?” with the Ingram brothers plus a mini-tribe of Loft percussionists and vocalists; this was the twelve-inch single that preceded “Go Bang! #5”. Mancuso liked the idea of the record, but thought the result a little too amateurish and rough. In contrast Mancuso thought that both versions of “Go Bang” were extraordinary, and in a later conversation likened Russell to “Dylan and Coltrane rolled into one.” That remains the best description I’ve heard of the Oskaloosan composer, cellist, guitarist, vocalist, producer and songwriter.

Prompted by Mancuso and teaming up with friends, I started to help put on Loft-style parties with in London in 2003. One night a few years later Mancuso came over to listen to some records, and during a discussion about the merits of remixing he suggested I put on the original version of “#5 (Go Bang!)”. By then I had started to research my biography of Russell and the downtown music scene -- the idea was to better understand the integrator who lay behind Dinosaur L -- but had yet to pay close attention to the album version of “Go Bang”, in part because Kevorkian had told me it lacked the singularity required by the dance floor. The next evening, Mancuso played the album cut at the party, and the room shimmered with excitement as soon as Kroesen started to sing. Everyone was so familiar with the remix, the original recording sounded like a far-out remake. On the floor, surrounded by friends, I smiled out loud.