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What that Annoying Pop Song That’s Always On The Radio Says About Learning

I’m fortunate enough to spend a lot of time in my car. It’s Los Angeles, after all, and working and going to school on opposite sides of town lead toward frequently lengthy commutes. Left alone in a silent room long enough and I’ll go crazy – as I am now, sitting in the jury selection room of a Los Angeles courthouse sans headphones. In any case, a lot of my time is spent in the car either arguing to NPR & talk radio or shuffling through CDs (remember those?) and listening discriminately. A week and a half ago, as I was listening to my umpteenth live Otis Redding album for the umpteenth time I felt a profound sense of understanding of the nature of catharsis and learning within song structure. I wasn’t able to put this into words but had a clear understanding of how something as short-lived as “Try A Little Tenderness” inculcates theories of learning within Redding’s performance (James Paul Gee would call this “tacit knowledge”).

That being said, in a generally unscientific way, I’ve been thinking about what “liking” a song or certain style of music tells us about learning. I’ve been trying to put this into words and I think contextualizing it case-by-case may be the easiest way for me to do this over time. Today I’ll jump in with a look at what Top 40 hits mean to my teaching practice.

 

The Repeat Offender

I’m fascinated with pop culture. I revel in it. I’ve talked about this before. What I like about something like a pop song is that, though it may be “catchy,” it’s not necessarily something that you “like” right away. It doesn’t take a genius to correlate repetition with – if not pleasure – at least acceptance. I’ll provide a schmaltzy example: A few months ago, you couldn’t sit through an hour of top 40 radio without hearing Florida’s “Low.” It was… okay. Of course repeated exposure made it infectiously anthemic. The song (in the words of Gladwell), “tipped:” It was used in a sequence of Tropic Thunder, was used as part of a controversial dance routine, and – within my house – became the short-lived theme song for our resident basset hound.

So what? In terms of learning, we can take a lot away from “Low,” or “Paper Planes,” or “Blame It.” I didn’t “like” these songs because someone told me about them. I didn’t like them because I was regularly reading about how they were made, their history, or their relevance in modern day society (like a frivolous blog post). Instead, I liked these kinds of disposable songs because I experienced them first hand. I interacted regularly with them. I became immersed in contextual uses of these songs next to station IDs, ringtones, film montages, karaoke performances, and personal singing in the shower. We can’t divorce learning from doing from experiencing in this sense. I’m not going to like math by learning about it abstractly; I am going to like that T.I. single* if I’m involved with it. I may make comments about it online, discuss it with friends, and generally use it in my everyday practice. Why aren’t we doing these same things in our classes? Why aren’t English standards being situated within the current economic crisis? Why aren’t we broadly engaging our students in curricula that immerse them in their own experiences? I realize many teachers are indeed doing this and may balk at such questions. However, a look at the landscape of professional development and the continuously bemoaned world of standardization and assessment don’t look toward a different approach at both schooling and education.

I’d also caution people to look toward this analysis as a draconian endorsement of repetition. I do think that revisiting concepts and ideas is a necessary piece of the learning process. However, the analogy of liking a song after hearing it the 37th time on the radio to improving better at English after the 37th essay isn’t the strongest to make. Monitored, situated and repeated practice will get us where we want to go. I liked “Low” more once I contextualized it within a nightclub setting. And heard it in a movie. And talked about it being a “guilty” pleasure with friends. And unbashfully “performed” it for a disinterested hound.

As a final thought, I’d throw out that things as silly and frivolous as pop music and pop culture are necessary additions to our classrooms. Look what is on the student folders as they shuffle in. The patches on their backpacks. The distorted tones of interrupting cell phones. The music played during pep rallies. This is the world that we, as a community, exist within. It is the world that is likely of more import to a student than what may be assessed within your classroom. However, this doesn’t need to be a separate world. Immersing popular culture within my classroom is more than trying to appear cool or hip to my students (they see through that charade immediately!). Instead, illustrating how these “outside” aspects of society not only connect to my curriculum but are actually at the heart of what I teach help students experience (more so than “understand”) the way that English is a part of what will help them become agents of change. The Chris Brown and Rihanna media storm, for instance, became a natural turning point of discussion and understanding when my class read Othello and discussed domestic violence. I realize this may state the obvious, but it needs to be stressed: there is no textbook or curricular guideline that will teach you what aspects of contemporary culture to use in the classroom. We need to engage and understand our society just as our students. We need to learn from them. As a community, we need to build on shared experiences within class.

 

* As an aside, I’ve been thinking about how T.I. is exemplary of the current problem with hip-hop these days: it’s forgettable. There are a handful of songs by T.I. that I like but I can’t remember a single lyric by him. The draw for all of these songs are the hooks – sung by Rihanna, Justin Timberlake, John Legend, etc. The main attraction – as he’s supposed to be seen – is filler for each hook-laden hit. On the other hand, my fascination for T.I.’s Road to Redemption will require further elaboration at some later point. 

Border Crossing: Normative Discourse (Art Sand Mines)

 

I want to contrast experiences in my classroom and in one of my graduate seminars.

At this point, I can reasonably predict what will transpire in my 11th grade classroom when introducing students to the writing process. Admittedly, the way I teach writing has changed dramatically over the years – the old me would probably scream in horror at what looks rather prescriptive at the onset (there’s a pragmatic purpose behind the way I teach reading which will need to be saved for another post). The point is that, generally, my 11th grade students are both frustrated and initially overwhelmed with what I expect their essays to looks like. Yes, each body paragraph really does need that many quotes. Yes, you really do need that many sentences of analysis. Yes, you really will be writing an essay each week. Once students get used to these (usually) higher expectations within the class, we settle into a rhythm and students are encouraged to incorporate more of their own voice. However, peering at the expectations of a Standard English writing regime is daunting for students initially. I explain that they are preparing to read, write, and dialogue critically in Standard English, the language that they will need to use in order to cause change in the future. Confronted with the hegemonic realm of “the other” is – I’d say at least partially – part of the distress of writing; it’s literally a kind of culture shock.

Meanwhile, in one of my graduate seminars today, another respected colleague presented on rap music. A few hands went up when she asked who considers themselves “rap aficionados.” I’ll spare you the demographic analysis of who raised their hands (psst: their was a correlation with ethnicity!). In any case, after showing a certain rap video for discussion, it was worth noting how the class responded. Literally students were stalled to speak due to the overwhelming nature of the video: its images, the lyrics, the sound – it was all too much. In general the conversation about rap at times felt like a few of us pointing out how, yes, lyrics like these really are a kind of “transformative resistance.” No, Ice Cube isn’t just offering pessimism in his video. Like my students, the colleagues in the seminar that were not exposed to rap before got a nice long, uncomfortable mad-dogging from the other, today. And while my students are expected to at least be able to code switch into the language of power, the other future academicians are likely to leave Jay Z, Ice Cube, The Coup, and rap music at large as an interesting exercise. A tasty aperitif of the other, digested and forgotten. 

Last Thoughts on ‘08

I was going to do a top ten kind of list for the year but realized that most of the things listed would be obvious. As such, I’ll offer a few words on my year in reading and listening – a self-indulgent activity afforded by an already self-indulgent blog.

There really couldn’t have been a book atop my list that wasn’t Infinite Jest. I can’t remember spending as long as I did reading a book in the past. A surreal year to read the book, the loss of DFW framed the last third of the book in a more profound, vivid lens through which to read the reflections on depression.

I’ll also add that the graphic novel Robot Dreams, though wordless and typically advertised for elementary and middle-school aged children was still one of the other books that made a big impression on me. Following along with the election politics in DMZ was also a timely highlight throughout the year and the expected conclusion of Ex Machina this year will be the anticipated comic highlight.

Lastly, as far as music for ’08 goes the likely suspects would have rounded out any list I’d have made: the Walkmen, Jon Brion’s score for Synecdoche, New York, and that Lil Wayne album (no, not proud of this one) were played on a constant basis. However, perhaps the unsung hero of my ’08 listening habits is Future Islands: although the band made less than a blip in the press, their album, Wave Like Home is the sea shanty anthem that I whole heatedly blast during my commute between the opposing shores of Manual Arts and the doctoral program. I also became a big proponent of all things King Khan and BBQ and continued purchasing way more Acid Mothers Temple and tropicalia CDs than I could possibly have room for. Still waiting for the Tropical Revolution to take hold here in Los Angeles. As far as ’09 is concerned, the forthcoming Animal Collective album is by far one of the best things I’d heard all year.

Next year should be a good one: I’ve decided to participate in “National Reading 2666 Month” (I actually started the first volume while in the Bay, but probably won’t finish the final volume until Winter Quarter is over). There will be a new Geoff Dyer book, a new text by Sir Ken Robinson due any day now, an Ishiguro collection, and more than enough grad school texts to get in the way of otherwise leisure reading.

Rock Replica


I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while and it’s gotten lost in the chaos that is the paper grading/paper writing shuffle (my dancing shoes were a but scuffled and I’m now getting my rhythm back). In any case, the picture above is not a picture of my attempting to slay at Rock Band. Instead, it’s a photo (and a blurry one at that!) of what I saw while watching MTV two weeks ago. That’s from a broadcasted Rock Band competition.

In the past, I’ve written about MTV’s strategies to move toward a more participatory model of entertainment. It’s interesting to see the simulacrum of this newer model of participation. Yes, you can still go online and interact with the contestants, discuss the show, and offer other online splatter to the digital mess. However, let’s think about this… Music? Check. Television? Check. Except that, oh yeah, no one is actually playing a real instrument. Sure, the drummer is drumming in time and the singer is fluctuating his or her vocal cadence appropriately (and the guitar and bassists are – like – thumbing that bar-button at the right time), but is there actual musical talent in this? Not necessarily. In any case, I’m fascinated by this latest development. It reminds me of the “Replica Replica, After W. R. H.” component of the Machine Project Field Guide to LACMA.

On a final note, you’ll notice from a few links in this post – like others – that I’ve been frequently linking back to my own previous posts. This isn’t necessarily a tactic of self-promotion or some weird meta-ones-up-manship. Instead, I’m interested in how I can network my own ideas together a running kind of dialogue. I’ve come to accept that I don’t write linearly (to this respect, adopting Scrivener to complete this quarter’s writing projects was an absolute life saver!). I remember taking the four-part English CSET exam while getting my teaching credential. Over the two or three hours I spent taking the test I randomly shuffled between the four different test booklets and corresponding answer documents. I recall clearly (which for me is a rarity these days!) finishing all four tests within minutes of one another: adding a sentence here, bubbling in over here, crossing off another option in this booklet, etc. I know that research proves one cannot multi-task. However, I’m not sure I can even uni-task all that well … parsing my thoughts out one blog post at a time and finding the line (thin as it may be) back to point of origin may be the best setup going for me at the moment.

Another Cheap Rehash: Will Oldham Interviews

After seeing Will Oldham and Matt Sweeney become the illustrious Superwolf as part of the McCabe’s 50th Anniversary Show, I decided to dig out an interview long since swallowed up by the Internet. Below is a Q&A from a now defunct magazine followed up a profile done a year later (for another defunct magazine). The intro to the Q&A isn’t my best, but I am happy with where the actual interview went.


From leading the various Palace projects (Palace, Palace Brothers, Palace Music) to his current stint performing under the Bonnie “Prince” Billy persona, Will Oldham never seemed to compromise his challenging music or disparate lyrics. For this reason (or, perhaps in contrast to this reason) his new Bonnie Billy album comes as such a surprise. Sings Greatest Palace Music finds Oldham revisiting some of his fan’s favorite compositions and reinterpreting them as Bonnie Billy. For newer fans it’s a slew of new songs and for older fans it’s Palace completely recontextualized into commercial country music. Like all of his projects, it’s a drastic leap from his past. And Oldham isn’t apologizing.
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“Guess You Only Get One Chance in Life to Play a Song that Goes Like …”

I’ve apparently dropped the ball. It wasn’t until last Thursday, when I casually picked up the LA Weekly, as always, that I saw Frank’s mug on the cover, carefully thumbed to the corresponding feature, anxiously read through the contents, confirmed the details, and dealt with the realization that Joe’s Garage is finally getting a proper theatrical release. In Los Angeles. This Month. In my past lifetime as a fledgling music snob critic, this would have been something I’d have seen coming like months possibly even years in advance, in my old age as an educator these canine-like instincts have dwindled. Sigh.

If you feel overly aware and are wondering about the run-on and fragment sentences above, that’s how my mind was working at the time. It was that giddy, near-breathless feeling of anticipation with which my eyes read through the news.

For me – and I’m sure Zappa fans everywhere – this is a big deal. If you’re unfamiliar with the plot of Joe’s Garage, it’s because you’ve been living under a rock for some time or you’re just not aware that we’re basically living Joe’s Garage right now. Ok, so the actual storyline may seem a bit ridiculous … the Weekly story pretty much nails it. Those of a weaker constitution may want to skip the synopses:

The play opens with an Orwellian “Central Scrutinizer,” a large robotic puppet who speaks through a megaphone and whose job is to enforce laws “that haven’t yet been passed.” A local policeman counsels Joe to drop his music and engage in more church activities, but Joe’s sweet Catholic girlfriend, named Mary (of course), abandons him for a backstage pass to see another band. After following that band on tour and after being used as a sex toy by the band’s roadies, the exhausted Mary is dumped in Miami, where she enters a wet-T-shirt contest to raise enough money to get home.

When Joe learns of her plight, he goes into a funk of depression, contracts venereal disease, and seeks religion — at the door of L. Ron Hoover and his First Church of Appliantology — to pull him back up. Membership in the church costs Joe his life’s savings, and he is ordered “into the closet” in order to find salvation by having sex with home appliances — so much more safe and titillating than with human beings. There’s a three-way orgy between Joe, an appliance named Sy Borg and a “modified Gay Bob Doll”; Joe accidentally destroys Sy Borg’s circuitry during a golden shower episode and is imprisoned for being unable to pay for Sy’s repair. In prison, Joe is gang-raped by record executives and other riffraff. He eventually emerges into a new world, where music has been banned, but he does land a good job in a muffin factory.

Sure, it may sound a bit crude, but this was the satirical picture of the future with which Mr. Frank Zappa chose to launch an attack on censorship – it was a battle that continued in court, on television, and in his writing. As much as I am a huge fan of Zappa’s music, it’s his work protecting free speech that speaks to a larger audience.

So, that being said, you should know that – unequivocally – Frank Zappa is a genius. For a while, as an undergrad, I used to wear a shirt that said “WWFZD?” No one could be as simultaneously profound and offensive  as Frank Zappa. As far as musical talent, he’s one of the most accomplished guitarists and composers in just about any genre. And his expectations and requirements of band members are pretty much legendary. Read the rest of the Weekly article to get a sense of time signatures being used throughout Joe’s Garage – a sweet rock opera that starts with the most mundane of chord changes – nothing more than a glorified version of “Louie Louie.” And did you know that Frank Zappa invented xenochrony?

Yes, Joe’s Garage will offend. Yes, that’s Frank on the album cover. Yes, he is in Blackface. Yes, he is offending you. Yes, this is good for your soul.

BTSA Busted

After a frustratingly long standoff with the BTSA Induction program, I have finally gotten my clear credential. This would have happened long ago had I not been as stubborn as most of my friends are (ahem Benjie and Nemesis).

Actually, I’ve wanted to write about the difficulties with BTSA for some time – either here or at the Homeroom – but have been reluctant. It’s hard to properly describe some of the silly hoops LAUSD makes us jump through (and I’m not referring to the state mandated need for BTSA … that I understand). I don’t feel like I’d get the frustration of most teachers across without sounding like a whiny, privileged teacher by readers that don’t know any better. I continue to mull this over.

Oh, I used the new Randy Newman and Sparks albums to cover my employee and social security numbers. Those CDs along with the Conor Oberst and a sneak peak of the new Walkmen records have made the last two weeks a rather healthy diversion from PLC debating.