Here's the third of four essays I recently found on old floppy discs. It's at least ten years old but an argument that will always hold true. It's about a five-minute read:
Liberal
Artists, Conservative Consumers
One of the many blessings of the computer
age is the ability to upload and download music. I've purchased about 75 songs
from itunes, a mere fraction of what others acquired for free in Napster's
heyday. I've uploaded many, many more from my own CD's and those I borrow from
friends. So far, I've burned 14 discs for the car. It's wonderful to drive with
the windows rolled up and music playing.
Every now and then I recall a track I've yet
to transfer from my cassette collection. Modern music has become secondary to
my passion for the Great American Songbook as interpreted not only by past
generations but contemporary artists as well. Fortunately, the dust
occasionally lifts from my middle age brain and I recall gems from the rock 'n
roll era I've come to neglect. Some of these, perhaps most, were written and
performed by artists whose politics I despise. This contempt holds true for the
views of most actors and writers in film and television. What's a conservative
to do -- boycott those whose politics he does not respect? That won't work. For
one, it seems 90% of artists are liberals. The remaining 10% won't provide
enough entertainment in an era in which we are blessed with so much leisure
time. There are only so many Charlton Heston and Tom Selleck movies. As for the
majority, whose outspokenness is often so annoying, they contribute not only
entertainment but a thriving enterprise that helps the economy. Although many
would probably be loath to admit it, there can be no art without commerce. When
Michael Jackson was criticized for purchasing and then selling pieces of the
Beatles' catalog to advertisers, I recalled having first heard Etta James'
beautiful At Last in a car
commercial. I also recalled a hilarious send up of I Pagliacci by one of the fast food chains. Even Dave Brubeck's
haunting jazz standard, Take Five,
has been used to sell cars, indirectly introducing it to thousands if not
millions of new listeners.
Excuse me, I’ve digressed. The key to this
issue is finding common ground with artists whose politics is grating. As I was
driving along in Brooklyn the other day, Joan Baez's Diamonds and Rust, recently downloaded, came through the speakers.
I hadn't listened to it in years, since I first began conversion. It is
believed to be about her feelings for Bob Dylan and is one of the most moving
odes to lost love in the modern canon. I was not completely sure of the lyrics,
but my eyes glazed as she sang: "Now I see you standing with brown leaves
falling and snow in your hair/ Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy
hotel over Washington Square/ Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and
hangs in the air/ Speaking strictly for me we both could have died then and
there." It is a poetry that makes beauty of deep despair. Many of us have
probably felt like that at some point in our lives. The piece is written and
delivered with an elegance and poignancy that has nothing to do with politics
and everything to do with humanness. I cannot name another Baez song. It
doesn't matter. This lone piece made an indelible mark on life. It dwarfs her
activism, although I doubt, many years removed from that love, she would agree.
Is there a bigger blowhard in the
entertainment industry than Alec Baldwin? Fortunately, his real work somewhat
offsets his irritating outspokenness. In film he is at best, appropriately, as
a reprehensible bully (Glengarry Glen
Ross, The Cooler). Perhaps the roles weren't much of a stretch for him.
However, he delivered at least two hilarious performances (Schwede Balls and Greenhilly)
in sketches on Saturday Night Live.
Anyone in search of a good laugh should seek them out.
Another SNL
mainstay, now (then) liberal talkmeister, Al Franken, was memorable in his lampoon of
the Reagan years, which the media dubbed the “Me Decade.” Many imitated his
signature line, delivered with a goofy smile: "Me, Al Franken." It's
a pity he did not reprise the bit in the '90's when the Dow and Nasdaq were
soaring on what in some cases turned out to be creative bookkeeping on the part
of corporations. His reluctance couldn't have been due to the fact that a
Democrat was in the White House, could it? Nah! I have more than a few stocks
I'd like to sell him.
I've been a fan of Joni Mitchell since the
'70's. I'm not sure where she is politically, although I'd guess it's left.
Fortunately, the period of her music I most revere, the run of albums Court and Spark, The Hissing of Summer Lawns
and Hejira, is free of politics. In
my first novel I used Song for Sharon
to help reveal a troubled young woman's state of mind. I used Help Me and Centerpiece in one yet to be published. These songs and others like
Coyote and Car on a Hill offer extraordinary insight into the soul. "Help
me, I'm fallin' in love too fast/ It's got me hoping for the future and
worrying about the past." In Car on
a Hill she sings: "He makes friends easy, he's not like me/ I watch
for judgment anxiously." This simple couplet summarizes precisely the
difficulty of relationships. These songs will outlast the burning issues of the
day, perhaps with the exception of abortion. Recently, Mitchell contacted the
child she gave up for adoption many years ago. She found she is a grandmother.
It was a heartwarming story. Of course, the devil in me immediately wondered
about her position on abortion. Lance Armstrong's mother was 15, I believe, when
she had him, actress Debi Mazar's mother was too. Here are three cases that form
a compelling argument against abortion, yet it wouldn't surprise me if all
three of these gifted people are pro-abortion. A man in upstate New York has
created controversy by posting pictures of aborted fetuses in the window of his
establishment. It is not something I would do, although I've always thought an
abortion should be broadcast once in prime time on every channel from coast to
coast to make sure everyone knows what occurs. I'd guess people wouldn't watch,
as most know what it entails and would rather not think about it or rationalize
it as only the removal of tissue. The man in New York obviously believes it
involves more than that. If it is simply a medical procedure, why would anyone
object to pictures of it?
Again, I’ve digressed. U2's The Edge, a
brilliant guitarist, is riled that Bono would break bread with George Bush. His
position disappoints me, but it does not diminish my admiration for his searing
work on numbers like The Fly, The End of
the World and many others. I'm sure he is generous. I hope he gives all his
riches toward the Socialist ideal in which he apparently believes. However, all
his charity will mean nothing if his beneficiaries fail to embrace free market
principles. There is an art to creating wealth, as there is to creating music
and literature, and it must continually be created if a society is to thrive.
It cannot create itself, despite the planet's abundant natural resources.
Repeated donations used strictly to be consumed offer only temporary relief.
There must be personal investment in education and ideas. Christianity is
interpreted as Socialism by many, but it is often said: "The Lord helps
those who help themselves." It will always come down to that in the end.
Bette Midler claims to owe her career to
homosexuals, who spread word of the lively bathhouse performances she gave when
she was starting out. Is it wise to dismiss her work because of an advocacy of
the gay lifestyle? Life would be less absent her touching rendition of Amanda
McBroom's The Rose, another of the
great ballads of the rock era. "Just remember in the winter/ far beneath
the snows/ lies the seed that with the sun's love/ in the spring becomes the
rose." Her live performances are legendary. I was fortunate to have had my
VCR rolling when she did a rousing version of a Sophie Tucker song on The
Arsenio Hall Show. "Pretty legs, great big knockers....that's what keeps
'em comin' back for more." She had the house rocking – no politics, just
bawdy fun.
I used to experience a sense of inadequacy in
not appreciating the gifts of Barbra Streisand. Her outbursts have long since
cured me of that silliness. I find her singing as annoying as her politics,
despite the purity of her voice. And her presence on the big screen has always
left me unimpressed, sometimes beleaguered. I haven't watched any of her films
of the past two decades. Perhaps someday she'll make one whose subject
interests me. Of course, this doesn't mean conservatives shouldn't enjoy her
talents. Music, especially that of the Great American Songbook, is a common
ground we all may share. Conservatives can both repudiate the views and
appreciate the work of liberal artists. Granted, it isn't always easy to cut slack
to the most outspoken of the lot. However, when they aren't politicking, they
sometimes shed light on the human condition or provide relief from the trials
of it. At least they're good for something.
What do you think?
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