How does one go about constructing their identity? What are the early influences, circumstances, and confluences of events that set a life in motion, that provide options that before that moment didn't quite exist. How does one break free from the essentializing shackles of received ideas of racial and cultural "normalcy?" It can happen in all sorts of unanticipated ways, and is often shaped by a host of people who often unwittingly play a role in creating a catalyzing moment in ones life. For me it started with Jimi Hendrix.

      Hanging around my junior high school entrance one morning in 1967 talking to friends, a (white) classmate walked by carrying an album that immediately caught my eye. On the cover of the bright yellow LP was a picture of a trio of musicians framed by psychadelic type typical of the era. At the center of the image was a black man looking like none I had ever seen before: Jimi Hendrix. The album,  Are You Experienced, made an immediate visual impact on me. Having no idea who he was, I had to find out what kind of music a black man that looked like this was making. So first chance I got I bought my own copy of the LP, and was immediately transformed and transfixed by the music itself as I preceded to wear the grooves out on the record.

      The image that Hendrix had constructed for himself--quasi hippie and dreamy eyed hard rocking bohemian--was a radical one at a moment when black popular music was heavily characterized by the slick, well groomed, smoothly choreographed groups from Motown. Acts that signed on to Motown were put through a rigorous "finshing school," complete with fashion and diction makeovers, and eye stopping choreography created by the legendary Charlie (Cholly) Adkins. The fashions themselves--alpaca sweaters, crisp sharkskin suits, alligator shoes, and conked hair--were standard urban black male fashion. Jimi Hendrix clearly posed a different proposition, a different notion of blackness. If you want to talk about post-black, well here it was right here!

      I was a product of the move to integrate America's schools in the post Brown v. Board of Education years. This integration of America's public schools was achieved by bussing black kids from their neighborhood schools to schools in predominantly (or exclusively) white neighborhoods and school districts. So from the third grade on I was bussed to schools outside of my community, and spent my days in the company of my white fellow classmates. I'll save my stories about what happened when I showed up at these classmates homes for another time (!), but suffice it to say that this radical socioeducational engineering had something to do with shaping my growing taste in music as well. More attuned to New York's WMCA and WABC--home of "top 40" pop music--than WWRL, the "big 16" (so named because it was at the end of the tuning dial at 1600), the home of black popular music, and the home of soul music, I grew up with my little transistor radio listening to a steady diet of Beach Boys, Beatles, various "British Invasion" groups, and later the Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, the Byrds, Mommas and Poppas, and others who emerged (mostly from San Francisco) in the mid-late 1960s and early 70s. I listened to WWRL occasionally, and bought the latest black music hits as well (Dells, Chilites, Parliaments, and Aretha among others) but it was pop music and rock and roll of that era that seemed to be truly inspired and breaking new ground to my ears. I was fortunate enough (or adventurous enough) to see the original Allman Brothers band (with Gregg and Duane) along with Blood Sweat and Tears and other acts at the Fillmore East in New York in the late 60s and early 70s. You get the picture.
                        
Jimi Hendrix was the first black popular musician who I located within that mostly lily-white milieu who didn't echo the Motown aesthetic, or the harder edged black vocal style of Percy Sledge, Jackie Wilson, Wilson Pickett, and others, and as such he was a liberating and reassuring figure. Haven taken a lot of heat from my black friends and classmates for my immersion in "white" musical culture, Jimi Hendrix was just the kind of black man this young black teenager was looking for: someone whose identity was unmistakably reinvented in his own image, and whose style was totally unlike the alpaca sweaters, Playboy shoes, and beaver hats that were the staples of urban black male fashion at that time. Any black man walking down the streets in the black community at that time looking like Jimi Hendrix looked on the cover of Are You Experienced would surely have been derided as "a stone cold fagg*t" for sure, strange at the least, and a Uncle Tom at worse. Yet Hendrix's masculinity was--as exemplified by songs like "Hey Joe" and "Fire"--typically macho, even if his appearance spoke of a new kind of hybridity, and other songs wavered between explosive and boisterous guitar driven rock and roll anthems and dreamy poetic musings. His physical persona and his music posed, for me, a new paradigm of blackness that suggested that one could indeed construct ones identity in a host of new ways. It was reassuring to know that--like me--not all black folks were characterized by the music at the end of the dial at the "Big 16."

      Though Hendrix's roots were firmly within the black musical traditions of blues and soul (he had played the "chitlin' circuit" as Jimmy James and the Blue Flames, as well as having played with James Brown's backup band, the Furious Flames), his audience remained largely white; it seemed there weren't a whole lot of black folks willing to make this trip down a radically different musical path with him. Sly and the Family Stone (also from San Francisco...did San Francisco single handedly reinvent American rock and roll in 1967 during the "Summer of Love" or what?) were momentary partners in black cultural and musical hybridity, what with its integrated band and exhortations of racial unity in its music (and I was a regular habitué at any and all all of their concerts), but Hendrix stood alone for both the level of sheer electric guitar playing musical virtuosity and invention. He clearly extended the use and playing of the electric guitar far beyond what any musician had, both before and since. In spite of this, his lack of considerable black audience began to wear on him after awhile, and was one of the reasons he disbanded the Experience and formed the Band of Gypsies, with his old army buddy Billy Cox on bass and Buddy Miles on drums. 

      But even this change to an all black lineup and a more rudimentary approach to his music--with a bit more emphasis on the back beat--didn't bring him the larger black audience he had hoped it would. While one could certainly argue persuasively that neither Cox or the flat footed funk drummer Buddy Miles came close to approaching the level of musicianship of Hendrix's Experience band mates Noel Redding and Mitch Mitchell, his decision to seek a larger black audience through a more pronounced form of black musical "authenticity" is a telling one. Throughout his career Hendrix was often besieged by various groups and individuals trying to shake him down to contribute to "the cause." Members of the Black Panther Party were indeed notorious for showing up at his dressing room looking for "contributions." It seemed that Henrix could never do enough or be black enough for "the black community." Frustrated, and with a large black following still out of reach, Hendrix broke up the Band of Gypsies, replacing the leaden Miles with his original Experience drummer Mitch Mitchell, and added multiple percussionists, including Juma Sultan (my across the hall neighbor from Brooklyn with whom I traded numerous Hendrix stories, and played with recently at a memorial service for a mutual friend). But a black following remained elusive until the very end. 

      This, of course, is the dilemma for many black artists who find a measure of success within the mainstream, only to find themselves largely isolated from the larger black community and at the center of a system of promotion, support, and acquisition that contains few people who look like them. How one can remain aesthetically and conceptually forward looking as an ambitious black artist, and still bring a sizable black audience along for the ride, is something that remains a question, since there seems to be few organized systems of support within the larger black community to enact and encourage this level of risk taking on the part of black artists. As such I suspect that black artists of a certain adventurous and ambitious stripe will continue to be celebrated, collected, and shown largely by an audience that looks very much like Jimi Hendrix's audiences did when he looked out at them from on stage forty years ago.

Photograph of Jimi Hendrix © Gered Mankowitz

(One should check out David Henderson's heavily researched biography of Hendrix, published and reissued under various titles, first in 1978 (Jimi Hendrix: Voodoo Child of the Aquarian Age) and later in 1981 ('Scuse Me While I Kiss the Sky). An even newer and revised edition was published in 2003 and later still in 2006.)
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Birmingham on My Mind

September 15, 1963 - Fifty Years Later

One night, many years ago, a book appeared in my suburban Jamaica, NY home. My parents had attended a lecture that James Baldwin had given at our church, Calvary Baptist Church, and had returned with the book in hand. While the church never struck me as a particularly activist one, our minister, Rev. Walter S. Pinn, had let it be known on more than one occasion that he had marched besides Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. There was a small black and white photograph hanging in the church vestibule that proudly and permanently testified to that fact. Most likely my folks purchased the book after Baldwin's talk as part of SNCC's fundraising efforts.
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On The Passing of Two Giants

This has been a difficult month, what with the loss of poet and activist Louis Reyes Rivera, and even more recently the esteemed artist Elizabeth Catlett. Both Rivera and Catlett were artists who were unabashedly forthright in their adherence to the cause of social justice, and equally as forthright in their adherence to practicing at the highest level of of their respective art forms.
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Reshaping The Art/Museum/Public Experience

The past few months have been interesting ones for those interested in the ways in which art practice, public institutional practice and their various audiences interact. As the economy has taken a downturn lately public institutions have begun to think about the ways in which they do or do not engage that larger audience that their very survival depends upon.
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The recent passing of Dr. Billy Taylor was marked by notices of his contribution to jazz music as both musician and advocate. Taylor, in addition to being a seminal jazz pianist, had sustained for over four decades a position as one of the music's most visible and preeminent spokespersons, having taken on the role of educator and institution builder among his numerous other accomplishments in the field.
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Recent Censorship Recalls Spirit of an Earlier Era

In 1936 Adolf Hitler, German Chancellor, instructed Adolf Ziegler, president of the Reich Chamber of Fine Arts, to put together an “exhibition of shame”, depicting the “deterioration of art since 1910”. Ziegler gathered a group of what were called “art inspectors” to trawl through the public museums and galleries. The committee compiled everything from some 100 art collections they considered useful for defaming the Modernist movement.
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John Boehner Fires the Opening Salvo

I had the rather auspicious fortune to be in Washington, DC for several days this past week when the opening salvo of a new round in the Culture Wars was fired by Congressman John Boehner.
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A Different Kind of MoMA?

On a recent trip to New York I had one of those rare epiphany like moments where I found myself standing in front of a group of works that spoke clearly to how the work we do as artists might actually matter in the world. Such was the impact of this show on me that almost every other exhibition I saw both before and after in those three days came to feel almost meaningless, like so much empty, aestheticized and useless decoration.

National Endowment for the Arts chair Rocco Landesman was in Chicago recently, holding a series of meetings, gatherings, and conversations with various institutions and the arts community.

I was the speaker at the Yale University School of Art Commencement this past Monday. The School of Art ceremony followed the school wide ceremony on the Old Campus where, among others, Aretha Franklin fittingly received an honorary Doctor of Music degree. The feeling of well earned and shared accomplishment was palpable walking amongst the families of the graduates, and I was reminded yet again of the hard work and sacrifice that these moments are invested with.
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Dawoud Bey
Dawoud Bey
Dawoud Bey
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About Me
About Me
Chicago, IL, United States
I began making photographs in 1969 after seeing the "Harlem On My Mind" exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I had inherited my first camera the year before from my godfather Artie Miller when I was fifteen years old. I began my first project "Harlem, USA" as a direct result of that exhibition and my own family's history in the Harlem community. Born in Queens, NY my formal training began by apprenticing to local commercial and fashion photographer Levy J. Smith and then later studying at the School of Visual Arts with Larry Siegel, William Broecker, Shelley Rice and Sid Kaplan. I completed my undergraduate work at Empire State College under the guidance of Mel Rosenthal and Joe Goldberg and did my MFA at Yale University in the graduate photography program under the watchful and rigorous eyes of Tod Papageorge and Richard Benson, along with Lois Conner, Frank Gohlke, Susan Kismaric and Joel Sternfeld. Classes with Robert Farris Thompson and Michael Romer significantly rounded out my graduate work. A former Guggenheim and NEA fellow, I am currently Professor of Art and Distinguished College Artist at Columbia College Chicago, where I have taught since 1998.
"What's Going On?"
"What's Going On?"
Marvin Gaye's signature song "What's Going On?"--a musical critique of a world gone off track--provides an apt framework for looking at the role of art and cultural production in the larger society.

With so much art being made at all ends of the market, it's always a good thing for artists to look both forward and back in trying to access the role that art can play in a larger society, a society that actually exists largely outside of the distorting bubble of the Art World. When one of my students recently answered the question of why she was in school in an MFA program with, "So I can be a part of the system," I knew it was time for a reassessment and a forum from which to look at the various histories in my own little corner of the art and "real" world.

Artists used to be the ones who led the charge to challenge the system; they were the proverbial "fly in the buttermilk," the monkey wrench that mucked up the system and made it act, function, and exist in new ways. Artists were the ones who created paradigms of everything the system was not. James Baldwin once said, "Artists are here to disturb the peace."

This blog will range freely over a range of issues, highlighting individuals, events, and ideas that provide a catalyst for thought and reflection. Hopefully for younger artists it might provide a sense of a world both in and outside of the so-called art world, and hopefully provoke a conversation about the relationship between the two while offering a thought or two about just what ones work might be about as one attempts to engage both history and the contemporary moment.

For others this blog might serve as a window into how one particular artist, after three decades of practice, sees and thinks about the vast world of human social and aesthetic experience. Consider this my own small commentary or my brain periodically laid bare for your perusal and consideration.

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