Extinction Rebellion’s
attention-grabbing tactics are having their intended effect: on me, at least. I
find myself thinking twice about the carbon implications of almost everything
that I do – even going to a gig, though the last one I went to (jazz band, Ruby
Rushton) surely had a minimal environmental impact. The venue is a low-rent
cellar just a few minutes’ walk away and, although it has been fitted out to
basic health and safety standards, no resources have been squandered on
prettification: it remains as scuzzy as it was on the day it was abandoned
after a hundred years and more of industrial usage.
Apart from H & S certification
and the presence of the Council-mandated bouncers, the place reminded me of my
student days. The ticket-collector, perched on a stool at the top of the stairs,
had an amateur, girlfriend-of-the-guitarist approach to the job, almost
apologising for the entry fee and, incidentally, telling me how much she liked
my shirt. ‘Quite stylish for an old bloke’ was what she meant, I thought –
until I saw what the musicians were wearing. The multi-instrumentalist leader
sported a fleece gilet, hiking trousers and bare feet in Birkenstocks; the
trumpeter, looking as though he had just come from the bedroom to get his
breakfast, wore a cheap T shirt, baggy gym shorts and socks without shoes; the
keyboard man’s outfit was less casual, but he did eat a banana in between
numbers; and the drummer, a cool-looking black guy in a sharp, matching sports
outfit, looked as if he might be a stand-in for the scruffy regular.
Perhaps the casual disregard for
stage-presence was an intentional part of the band’s public identity. If so, it
certainly fitted with the lack of stage-presentation: no master of ceremonies
to announce them; a stage unadorned but for a litter of trailing cables and
electronic boxes; no smoke machines; no light-show – not even rudimentary
mood-enhancing coloured spots. All of which would have cost money, escalated
the ticket price and – crucial to my current concern – enlarged the carbon
footprint. I doubt, however, that environmental concern was the driving force
behind all this austerity. More likely, I think, is the conviction that jazz should
not need smoke and mirrors to get its message across. In this case, it
certainly did not and, as I walked home feeling virtuous for having enjoyed the
performance at low cost to the environment and to my wallet, the extinction of
species seemed a remote possibility. How easily distracted we are.
It is understandable that we might be
blasé about Armageddon, given the number of times it has been foretold by religious
prophets. It’s an old trick: get people to believe that they are doomed unless
they follow a prescribed path and – hey presto! – you have them under your
control. Theistic religions play to the irrational side of human behaviour.
Their tenets are based on their interpretations of ancient texts and, as such, compete
with other interpretations. They can’t all be ‘true’. Furthermore, said texts
are so ancient that their authorship is as questionable as their claims to
ultimate authority – God – an entity that cannot be proven to exist, let alone dictate
texts. It is not surprising, therefore, that priests employ theatrical effects,
traditions, rites and rituals to distract their audiences from the absence of
facts.
The prophesy of Extinction Rebellion,
however, is based on facts, not smoke and mirrors. Science has demonstrated
that the end of the world is nigh. We
are all doomed to extinction – (apart from those who believe in an afterlife). Just
imagine, there will be no more jazz! Not even in the afterlife. (Well, if they
can assert something without proof, then so can I.)
In the 50`s & early 60`s, bebop jazz were the Bohemians` favourites & ragtime Kenny Ball & Humphrey Lyttleton were in the charts then the Beatles & Stones took over. Jazz is now openly disparaged but the Stones had jazzmen on drums & bass to cope with the layered rhythms. Suddenly it struck me, having Youtubed Nicky Hopkins, I suddenly realized (BONNGG) that he took over from Ian Stewart with boogie-woogie piano was the crossover from ragtime into r`nr. Many of the early Rockers like Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard etc featured piano as a lead instrument.
ReplyDeleteAfter I saw "Jazz on a Summer`s Day, I got into Sonny Rollins, Jimmy Giuffre and a few years later, Archie Shepp, Yusef Lateef.
It sems such a shame that those guys no longer get the status they deserve. I didn`t realize till a friend played me the soundtrack of Michael Caine`s Alfie. It so perfectly fitted the emotional journey of the film, I hadn`t even noticed it. Currently playing Lateef`s Eastern Sounds. Magic stuff with an Arabic twist.