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IS \u00b4AFRO-AMERICANA \u00b4 ILL-DEFINED?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Norman Warwick hears several sides of an argument<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jake Blount (left)<\/em><\/strong> is an American musician, scholar and activist based in Providence, Rhode Island. He is a multi-instrumentalist and vocalist who draws upon old-time, bluegrass, and blues influences. He specializes in the traditional music of African Americans and indigenous peoples of the Southeastern Woodlands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am not sure I was aware of him before reading an article by him that took to task Geoffrey Himes, a writer I much respect and admire. Jake was responding with some anger to an article written by Geoffrey that, at that time, I hadn\u00b4t seen. So I reproduce the two articles in the order that I read them, though it should be noted that the article that seemed to be the bone of contention by Mr. Himes had been already edited in response to Jake\u00b4s ire. It seems to me, having now read what I have been able to find, that this less an argument about racial attitudes than it is about ownership and classification of music and certainly Jake seems to have tempered some of his initial reaction although his annoyance is still palpable in his writing, as you can see below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

written by Jake Blount, October 2021.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am, admittedly, only an intermittent consumer of music journalism. I\u2019m the type of artist who needs space from that sort of thing to get work done. Every now and then, though, a piece creates such an uproar in my musical community that I feel it warrants reading. The most recent example is <\/em>Paste Magazine<\/em>\u2019s \u201cCurmudgeon Column\u201d on Black Americana artists, written by Geoffrey Himes<\/em><\/a>. At first glance, I understood the outcry: The article is cutting and condescending, and a classic example of sexist arts journalism that <\/em>arbitrarily pits women against one another<\/em><\/a>. Himes proposes a separate (but presumably equal) musical genre for Black Americana artists called \u201cAfro-Americana\u201d while simultaneously condemning hip-hop and R&B as \u201cstraitjackets\u201d for Black musicians. His thesis is that Black musicians are not as good as everybody thinks we are, and he has no qualms about naming and shaming artists who fail to meet his standards.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, not everybody has to like everything. Himes is a music journalist. It\u2019s his job to report honestly on what he sees and hears. It is also, however, Himes\u2019s job to research the subject matter to be sure he understands it. His criticisms of Amythyst Kiah and Allison Russell make it clear that he has neglected this second duty. He finds their narratives and melodies insufficiently elaborate, but disconnected lyrical imagery and repetitive melodies have been considered hallmarks of Black music for hundreds of years. In his 1965 foreword to Newman I. White\u2019s American Negro Folk-Songs* renowned folklorist Bruce Jackson wrote that \u201cinstead of weaving narrative elements to create a story, the Negro song accumulates images to create a feeling.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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* The book (right)<\/em><\/strong> is a collection of over eight hundred songs, representing most of the southern states and every type of negro folk-song. There are short chapters on twelve of the thirteen groups of songs, and longer chapters on the negro song in general and on religious songs. The full annotations show the history of each song and its connection with other published songs. There are indexes of titles and first lines, an extensive bibliography, and five appendixes containing specimens of tunes and of several types of early American songs closely related to the folk-songs of the negro. The serious student in this field will find the book not only a mine of information but the largest and most fully annotated collection yet published.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

J. McKim made a similar observation over a century prior in his article <\/em>\u201cNegro Songs\u201d<\/em><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each stanza contains but a single thought, set in perhaps two or three bars of music; and yet as they sing it, in alternate recitatives and choruses, with varying inflections and dramatic effect, this simple and otherwise monotonous melody will, to a musical ear and a heart susceptible of impression, have all the charm of variety.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That charm is\u2014apparently, regrettably\u2014lost on Mr. Himes. A more informed listener, however, might expect a song called \u201c<\/em>Black Myself<\/em><\/a>\u201d to exhibit traits commonly associated with Black music. In the case of Kiah\u2019s song, as well as Russell\u2019s album (left)<\/strong>, the message of the work and the identity of the artist shape the music. Using sonic elements to imply certain messages or reference certain people, ideas or events is also common practice in Black music: Scholars have often applied the term \u201csignifyin\u2019.\u201d Himes seems unaware of signifyin\u2019 as a practice, or at least too unfamiliar with Black culture to grasp what is being signified and why. His complaints about the music boil down to \u201cthese songs are too Black.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Again, Himes isn\u2019t obligated to like the music. But I must ask: Why should we accept a white man\u2019s subjective taste as a measure of quality for a song called \u201cBlack Myself\u201d? For Russell\u2019s heartrending tribute to her enslaved foremother, <\/em>\u201cQuasheba, Quasheba\u201d<\/em><\/a>? For that matter: Is a man with such a shallow understanding of Black music qualified to pass judgment on it? To write about it? To give it a new name?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let\u2019s talk about \u201cAfro-Americana.\u201d Himes\u2019s newly coined term is problematic on multiple levels: first, in its close resemblance to earlier attempts to segregate the music industry through the production of \u201c<\/em>race records<\/em><\/a>\u201d and <\/em>the confinement of Black artists to specific award categories<\/em><\/a> at the Grammys. Second, in its redundancy: Black people have always been a part of Americana, because Americana was built with our sounds. Whether the hyphen is intended to segregate us out or tack us on as an afterthought, the implications are ahistorical and insulting. Third, in its apparent uselessness: Who needs this term, and what for?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In Himes\u2019s article, \u201cAfro-Americana\u201d seems little more than an excuse to pit Black artists (particularly Black women) against one another, often in cases where no legitimate musical comparison can be made. Himes laments the Grammys \u201chonoring (Black Pumas, right)<\/strong> when someone like Charley Crockett is still woefully underappreciated,\u201d but is a psychedelic soul band like Black Pumas really in competition with a country singer like Crockett? Most would say the two are apples and oranges, and both deserving of recognition\u2014but evidently not Mr. Himes. Here we may perceive the true, insidious utility of \u201cAfro-Americana\u201d: restructuring the genre so that Black artists must compete with one another in the Negro leagues for limited seats at the main table.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I read through Himes\u2019s piece, I found myself revisiting the same question time and time again: Why? The main thesis of the column seems to be that some Black Americana artists are bad, but he fails to cite anybody who argues that we\u2019re all good. Why did he feel the need to so caustically refute an argument that no one is making? Why did he choose to deliver his points with such enthusiastic cruelty? Why is he so upset about the recent proliferation of successful Black artists in Americana?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we wander sidetracks& detours around roots music becoming entangled in those roots is all part of the fun, but the arguments and condemnations above seem a little bit more serious .However, we must admit that although Jake Blount is clearly disturbed by what he has interpreted from Geoffrey Himes\u00b4 article, below, it does not feel to me like a hierarchical argument about the qualities of black and white, although it certainly could have more eloquently articulated, and that in itself is not a criticism I would ever need to say of his work. Of course we cannot speak on Mr. Himes\u00b4 behalf. We have always seen Geoffrey Himes as an invaluable and informed source on Americana music but our regular readers will know that we hate such categorisation and classification. I have always thought the Americana phrase came about in a bid to re-define the decidedly \u00b4white \u00b4 roads that \u00b4country\u00b4 music followed. And yet, I often fall into the trap of \u00b4that\u00b4s not folk\u00b4 or \u00b4that\u00b4s not traditional music\u00b4 as if I even know and as if it even matters.\u00b4 Jake Blount is right, perhaps to cite, Geoffrey Himes observations that some white music doesn\u00b4t automatically include the recognition we might feel it deserves (within this tight Americana genre) but we would do well to remember how many (admittedly excellent) white artists picked up awards in the blues field whilst those who originated that music were overlooked. Its all pretty complex and on this occasion seems to have become quite vitriolic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sidetracks And Detours can only echo that John Stewart verse:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00a8It\u00b4s alright. it\u00b4s only music<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is singing in the stars.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

So keep your dreams as clean as silver.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Th\u00eds may be The Last Hurrah\u00b4.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have always thought of journalists such as Mr: Blount and Mr. Himes as the good guys; the keepers of the flame. It is probably a good thing that guys like these tick and check each other but the edit disclaimer issued by Paste as they hastily revised the article below means that we can\u00b4t really reach any conclusion about what\u00b4s been did and what\u00b4s been hid. Perhaps the arguments from both sides slightly miss the targets. The great sin here is that music remains split into unrecognisable niche categories a couple of generations after we were all advised that what we really need is that great big melting pot, we were once promised, with room enough for all of us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Geoffrey Himes (right)<\/em><\/strong> is an American music critic who has written weekly for the Washington Post since 1977. He also wrote for No Depression as a contributing editor in its first print era in the late 1990’s-early 2000’s and has written for Paste since 2004.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Afro-Americana: The Good, the Bad and the Transcendent<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Curmudgeon Column for Paste on line magazine<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By <\/strong>Geoffrey Himes<\/strong><\/a>    September, 2021 <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Paste Editor\u2019s Note:<\/em><\/strong> Due to a breakdown in our editorial process, a previous version of this piece contained racially insensitive language that fell short of <\/em>Paste\u2019s standards. We sincerely apologize for the oversight, and will retain the updated piece to serve as a reminder of our intent to recognize reader feedback and accept responsibility when we falter.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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One of the big stories of 2021 has been the growing emergence of younger African-American musicians working under the Americana umbrella. They\u2019re exploring America\u2019s rural-music tradition whether they emphasizes the blues of Robert Johnson and Mose Allison, the gospel of Pops Staples and Ralph Stanley, the country of Hank Williams and Charley Pride, the string-band music of Bill Monroe and Howard Armstrong, the Cajun\/zydeco of Dewey Balfa (left) and Clifton Chenier, or the singer-songwriter folk of Woody Guthrie and Leadbelly. This new wave was prominent at the Newport Folk Festival in July and will be so again at Nashville\u2019s Americanafest September 22-25.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are many reasons to celebrate this movement\u2014let\u2019s call it Afro-Americana. This column has already discussed in detail some of the best recent Afro-Americana albums: Valerie June\u2019s <\/em><\/strong>The Moon and Stars: Prescriptions for Dreamers<\/em><\/strong><\/a>, Sunny War\u2019s <\/em><\/strong>Simple Syrup<\/em><\/strong><\/a> and Yasmin Williams\u2019 <\/em><\/strong>Urban Driftwood<\/em><\/strong><\/a>. So we\u2019ll just recommend them again and mention that June has been nominated for Best Album and Best Song at the Americanafest, and Williams will be showcasing there.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This year\u2019s best Afro-Americana album, however, is Rhiannon Giddens\u2019\u00a0They\u2019re Calling Me Home, (right) her second as a duo with her Sicilian boyfriend Francesco Turrisi. Once again the combination of her lustrous mezzo and his virtuosity on folk instruments from Italy and nearby creates a gorgeous sonority, one rippling with sinuous rhythms and stacked with sympathetic harmonies. As the African and European folk traditions embrace, as they so often do in the Mediterranean and in North America, the beauty of the sonics is enhanced by the weight of that history.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

On this project, that sound is applied to folk songs from Appalachia and Italy, to \u201cAmazing Grace\u201d and \u201cO Death,\u201d to a Civil Rights anthem and a Monteverdi madrigal. The uncluttered arrangements may sound simple, but such clarity and balance are not easy to achieve. And when an extra instrument is needed to complete the bouquet, the duo calls on Irish piper Emer Mayock or African nylon-string guitarist Niwel Tsumbu. The result is a world-music masterpiece in the truest sense of the genre.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Charley Crockett (left) is releasing two albums this year: last spring\u2019s 10 for Slim: Charley Crockett Sings James Hand and this fall\u2019s Music City USA. The latter is a 16-track, two-LP set of mostly original songs, a utopian fusion of classic country and classic R&B. Crockett calls it \u201cGulf & Western Music,\u201d a blending of East Texas honky tonk and Houston jump blues as minimalist in their compact vocal lines and stripped-down arrangements as they are maximalist in their emotional impact. Providing the glue for the fusion is that tricky syncopation, that little skip-and-sit rhythm that prospers in Louisiana and Texas near the Gulf of Mexico.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Crockett has studied his sources well, as he proves on this spring\u2019s tribute to James \u201cSlim\u201d Hand, an old-school honky tonker who befriended Crockett in Dallas and taught him how to put across longing and heartbreak with no frills and hair-raising twang. He\u2019s applied those lessons beginning with his long-delayed debut album in 2015; he\u2019s been making up for lost time ever since: Music City USA is his 10th album in six years. It\u2019s also one of his best (along with Lonesome as a Shadow and The Valley).<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The title track of the new album describes a newcomer to Nashville who can never get comfortable there. Like a lot of these songs, it blurs the borders between personal problems and social problems, suggesting that race, class and geography can complicate relationships and vice versa. This theme reaches its climax in \u201cThe World Just Broke My Heart.\u201d As a small-town kid talks to a big-city bartender, he explains how it all ganged up on him: employers, women, landlords, strangers on the street. Over the pedal steel and subtle Texas swing, Crockett keeps his dignity even as he teeters on despair. It doesn\u2019t get any better than that. He\u2019s up for the Best Emerging Artist Award at the Americanafest.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yola, who performed at both the Newport Folk Festival and the Newport Jazz Festival this year, is such a chameleon that she\u2019s hard to pin down to a particular genre. Her impressive solo debut, 2019\u2019s Walk Through Fire, was a genuine Afro-Americana project, a surprising country-soul hybrid by this big-voiced woman who talked with her native British accent but sang with a Southern American twang. She garnered a lot of press for this uncanny fusion, and then tossed that out the window for her sophomore record, produced like the first by the Black Keys\u2019 Dan Auerbach.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Released in July, Stand for Myself abandoned those country flavors in favor of an anthemic pop-soul that recalled ABBA and Donna Summer. At Newport, Yola reinforced the point by covering songs by Elton John and Jill Scott, calling each singer \u201cone of my favourites.\u201d It was a risky gamble to ditch the Americana flavours that got her so much attention, but she wins the bet because her titanic voice is so warm and personable that it can make any material appealing.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her voice is so good, in fact, that she doesn\u2019t have to rely on diva tricks to grab an audience. If you listen closely, she uses note-bending embellishments only between lines, never when she\u2019s singing actual lyrics. As a result, the story she\u2019s telling is always clear, and the chorus hooks invite singing along. New songs such as \u201cStarlight,\u201d \u201cDiamond-Studded Shoes,\u201d \u201cIf I Had To Do It All Over Again\u201d and the new album\u2019s title track are all arena anthems waiting to happen, with earworm hooks, simple sentiments and a voice as open-hearted as it is lung-powerful.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Joy Oladokun, who has a songwriting credit on Yola\u2019s latest project, also sang songs from a new album at the Newport Folk Festival. On her website, Oladokun is described as a \u201cDelaware-born, Arizona-raised, and Nashville-based Nigerian-American singer, songwriter, and producer.\u201d For someone who often writes about struggling as a gay teenager in a conservative immigrant church within a white Arizona community, her songs are impressively universal.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That she\u2019s working as a songwriter in Nashville is a measure of her ambition and her talent. That she co-wrote and co-sings the song \u201cBigger Man\u201d with country star Maren Morris is a measure of her professional success. That it\u2019s hardly the best song on her new 24-song album, In Defense of My Own Happiness (Complete) (a remarkable expansion of last year\u2019s In Defense of My Own Happiness (Beginnings), is a measure of her artistic success.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As a young, still evolving artist, she is still a bit inconsistent, but her instincts are sound. She doesn\u2019t preach, but rather invites the listener along on a questioning search for answers. She doesn\u2019t settle for generalizations; she finds sharply focused images to convey her feelings. Doubts are like cracks in a stained glass, she sings; they vanish if you step back far enough. Smoke from a neglected, smoldering joint stands in for the cloudiness of her plans. She sees God in a man with tattooed teardrops; a relationship falls apart like a paper bag being torn. A reluctant lover withholds her shine and provides only shade.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Better yet, she knows the value of understatement, both in her vocals and arrangements. She never pushes herself at the listener but instead invites one in. Even when she adds strings or horns, they hover in the background, merely adding flavor to the narrative. As fine as the new album is, Oladokun gives every sign of having even better records ahead.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Queen Esther has lent her voice to such jazz bandleaders as James \u201cBlood\u201d Ulmer, Elliott Sharp and J.C. Hopkins, but on her solo albums she has emphasized the Americana sounds of her South Carolina childhood. On her latest album, Gild the Black Lily, she demonstrates how thoroughly she has internalized those hillbilly and country-blues styles of the past and how inventively she recasts them in an African-American present.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The album begins with her own composition, \u201cBlack Cowboy,\u201d a relaxed celebration of her attachment\u2014and her right\u2014to the open prairies. Another original, \u201cThe Whiskey Wouldn\u2019t Let Me Pray\u201d is a worthy addition to the honky-tonk tradition of drowning one\u2019s sorrows. \u201cThis Yearning Thing\u201d reminds one of the blues snaking through Hank Williams\u2019 music. The breadth of her inspirations is obvious in her cover tunes, which stretch from Blind Willie Johnson\u2019s 1930 blues hymn, \u201cJohn the Revelator,\u201d and George Jones\u2019s 1962 honky-tonk classic, \u201cShe Thinks I Still Care,\u201d to the Eagles\u2019 1975 country-rock hit, \u201cTake It to the Limit.\u201d Queen Esther, who performs at the Americanafest, makes them all her own.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kingfish, also slated to play Americanafest, has just released his sophomore album, 662, titled after the North Mississippi area code where he grew up and still lives. Born Christone Ingram in Clarksdale, Kingfish first made his name as a guitar prodigy, a Stratocaster specialist who could play so fast and clean as a teenager that Buddy Guy volunteered to act as his mentor. Ingram\u2019s 2019 debut album, Kingfish, showcased those skills, but the follow-up offers something more, a broadening of his interests into other areas of Americana, especially Southern Soul, swamp-funk and soul-jazz.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

After several years on the road as a professional musician, he wanted to write more personal, more nuanced lyrics and those new songs demanded more understated vocals and more sophisticated chord changes. There\u2019s a touch of jazz in the terrific lost-love ballad, \u201cYou\u2019re Already Gone.\u201d A slippery syncopation accompanies Delta memories of his dad at the tire shop and mosquito swarms at dusk on the title track. His Black Lives Matter song, \u201cAnother Life Goes By,\u201d is a slow blues with a mournful murmur and nicely spaced guitar phrases. Ingram\u2019s producer and co-writer Tom Hambridge has helped the young artist take a big step forward.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps the most acclaimed Afro-Americana album of 2021 has been Allison Russell\u2019s Outside Child. It\u2019s an object lesson in the tendency of a great backstory to short-circuit journalists\u2019 aesthetic judgment. Russell was formerly one-half of the underwhelming folk duo, Birds of Chicago and the weak link in the all-star quartet Our Native Daughters. For her first solo album, she creates a song suite about the sexual abuse she suffered from her stepfather in Montreal.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The story is indeed horrific, and her courage in tackling it is impressive. Unfortunately, neither factor is a guarantee of compelling songcraft. Her melodies are generic, following predictable triad notes and toggling between line endings that are ascending or descending. Her lyrics stitch together cliches such as these: \u201cI\u2019m a midnight rider, a stone-bonafide night flyer. I\u2019m an angel of the morning too, the promise that the dawn will bring you.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Russell tries to compensate for these meager materials by coating her vocals in pseudo-profundity. Syllables are held out in portentous purrs; consonants are swallowed so the vowels can swell with connotations; timbre is left limp to invite pity. Producer Dan Knobler assists in this effort by keeping the tempos slow, the echo heavy and the embellishments gratuitous. The results have little of the power of such domestic-abuse songs as Tracy Chapman\u2019s \u201cBehind the Wall,\u201d Suzanne Vega\u2019s \u201cLuka,\u201d the 10,000 Maniacs\u2019 \u201cWhat\u2019s the Matter Here\u201d or even Sunny War\u2019s \u201cShell.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Russell presented many of her new songs at the Newport Folk Festival, they didn\u2019t work any better than on the album. It\u2019s too bad, for she has good politics, a handsome alto and the ability to add surprising clarinet solos to Americana songs. One song from the project, \u201cPersephone,\u201d her description of a teenage lesbian affair, hints how good she could be if her verbal imagery and melodic contours were always so sharply defined. Instead most of her set was as sappy as those by Katie Pruitt and Nathaniel Rateliff at the same festival. Russell will be both a performer and an awards nominee at the Americanafest in Nashville.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Amythyst Kiah (right) was Russell\u2019s bandmate in Our Native Daughters, along with two members of the Carolina Chocolate Drops: Giddens and Leyla McCalla. Like Russell, Kiah is a much better singer than songwriter, a paradox as apparent on her new solo album, Wary + Strange as it was on Songs from Our Native Daughters. \u201dBlack Myself,\u201d the one song that appears on both releases, is symptomatic: a strong, chant-like vocal and a worthy topic are undermined by the lack of a tune or a story beyond the title. It falls far short of Mickey Guyton\u2019s similar \u201cBlack Like Me.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same strengths and weaknesses were apparent when Kiah sang \u201cWild Turkey\u201d from the new album at Newport. One more song about trying to assuage heartbreak with whiskey, it was too predictable to distinguish itself from the dozens of its predecessors. Like Russell, Kiah tended to add echo and to extend vowels to gin up some interest unprovided by the songwriting. Nonetheless, Kiah is up for two awards at the Americanafest this month.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Black Pumas won the 2020 Grammy Award for Best New Artist, but when the group performed at the Newport Folk Festival, it was hard to imagine what the voters were thinking. Were they not around in the \u201870s and \u201880s when funk-rock acts such as Rick James, Cameo, the Isley Brothers, the Ohio Players, Con Funk Shun, Rufus, the Bar-Kays and the Commodores were a dime a dozen? Eric Burton, the Black Pumas\u2019 lead singer, had clearly studied videos from that era, for every bit of R&B schtick that he pulled out to the delight of the young rock fans in the crowd was so old the gimmick should be collecting social security.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old show-biz tricks wouldn\u2019t matter if the Pumas\u2019 songs were as catchy and as danceable as those of their inspirations. But they weren\u2019t. Every time the hint of a hummable chorus or danceable groove seemed to be developing at long last, guitarist Adrian Quesada would stomp it to death with an over-the-top, arena-rock guitar solo.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old show-biz tricks wouldn\u2019t matter if the Pumas\u2019 songs were as catchy and as danceable as those of their inspirations. But they weren\u2019t. Every time the hint of a hummable chorus or danceable groove seemed to be developing at long last, guitarist Adrian Quesada would stomp it to death with an over-the-top, arena-rock guitar solo. Why are the Grammies honouring these guys when someone like Charley Crockett is still woefully underappreciated?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Had the terms Americana and Afro-Americana never been invented, then this argument might never have happened. I think both parties in this debate are fiercely defending a genre of music they love and want to protect but sometimes, even with the most eloquent of writers words fail and are read or heard not at all in the way they were spoken or written or intended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The primary sources for this article were written by Geoffrey Himes, for Paste on line magazine and responded to by Jake Blount in a piece dispersed on line and in print.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In our occasional re-postings Sidetracks And Detours are confident that we are not only sharing with our readers excellent articles written by experts but are also pointing to informed and informative sites readers will re-visit time and again. Of course, we feel sure our readers will also return to our daily not-for-profit blog knowing that we seek to provide core original material whilst sometimes spotlighting the best pieces from elsewhere, as we engage with genres and practitioners along all the sidetracks & detours we take.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This article was collated by Norman Warwick, a weekly columnist with Lanzarote Information and owner and editor of this daily blog at Sidetracks And Detours. Norman has also been a long serving broadcaster, co-presenting the weekly all across the arts programme on Crescent Community Radio for many years with Steve, and his own show on Sherwood Community Tadio. He has been a regular guest on BBC Radio Manchester, BBC Radio Lancashire, BBC Radio Merseyside and BBC Radio 4.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From Monday to Friday,\u00a0you will find a daily post here at Sidetracks And Detours and, should you be looking for further good reading over the weekend, you can visit our massive but easy to navigate archives of over 500 articles.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The purpose of this daily not-for-profit blog is to deliver news, previews, interviews and reviews from all across the arts to die-hard fans and non- traditional audiences around the world. We are therefore always delighted to receive your own articles here at Sidetracks And Detours. So if you have a favourite artist, event, or venue that you would like to tell us more about just drop a Word document attachment to me at <\/strong>normanwarwick55@gmail.com<\/strong><\/a> with a couple of appropriate photographs in a zip folder if you wish. Being a not-for-profit organisation we unfortunately cannot pay you but we will always fully attribute any pieces we publish. You therefore might also. like to include a brief autobiography and photograph of yourself<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Meanwhile we are grateful to our regular correspondent Michael Higgins and occasional reporter Steve Bewick and the sharing of information by reliable sources.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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