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       The Misunderstood Power of Michael Jackson's Music
       By: WomanInTheMirror Date: February 8, 2012, 10:36 pm
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       More than two and a half years after his untimely death, Michael
       Jackson continues to entertain. Cirque du Soleil's
       crowd-pleasing Michael Jackson Immortal World Tour is currently
       crisscrossing North America, while a recent Jackson-themed
       episode of Glee earned the show a 16 percent jump in ratings and
       its highest music sales of the season. Even Madonna's halftime
       Super Bowl spectacle harkened back to a trend first initiated by
       Jackson.
       But there is another crucial part of Jackson's legacy that
       deserves attention: his pioneering role as an African-American
       artist working in an industry still plagued by segregation,
       stereotypical representations, or little representation at all.
       Jackson never made any qualms about his aspirations. He wanted
       to be the best. When his highly successful Off the Wall album
       (in 1981, the best-selling album ever by a black artist) was
       slighted at the Grammy Awards, it only fueled Jackson's resolve
       to create something better. His next album, Thriller, became the
       best-selling album by any artist of any race in the history of
       the music industry. It also won a record-setting seven Grammy
       awards, broke down color barriers on radio and TV, and redefined
       the possibilities of popular music on a global scale.
       Yet among critics (predominantly white), skepticism and
       suspicion only grew. "He will not swiftly be forgiven for having
       turned so many tables," predicted James Baldwin in 1985, "for he
       damn sure grabbed the brass ring, and the man who broke the bank
       at Monte Carlo has nothing on Michael."
       Baldwin proved prophetic. In addition to a flood of ridicule
       regarding his intelligence, race, sexuality, appearance, and
       behavior, even his success and ambition were used by critics as
       evidence that he lacked artistic seriousness. Reviews frequently
       described his work as "calculating," "slick," and "shallow."
       Establishment rock critics such as Dave Marsh and Greil Marcus
       notoriously dismissed Jackson as the first major popular music
       phenomenon whose impact was more commercial than cultural. Elvis
       Presley, the Beatles, and Bruce Springsteen, they claimed,
       challenged and re-shaped society. Jackson simply sold records
       and entertained.
       It shouldn't be much of a strain to hear the racial undertones
       in such an assertion. Historically, this dismissal of black
       artists (and black styles) as somehow lacking substance, depth
       and import is as old as America. It was the lie that constituted
       minstrelsy. It was a common criticism of spirituals (in relation
       to traditional hymns), of jazz in the '20s and '30s, of R&B in
       the '50s and '60s, of funk and disco in the '70s, and of hip-hop
       in the '80s and '90s (and still today). The cultural gatekeepers
       not only failed to initially recognize the legitimacy of these
       new musical styles and forms, they also tended to overlook or
       reduce the achievements of the African-American men and women
       who pioneered them. The King of Jazz, for white critics, wasn't
       Louis Armstrong, it was Paul Whiteman; the King of Swing wasn't
       Duke Ellington, it was Benny Goodman; the King of Rock wasn't
       Chuck Berry or Little Richard, it was Elvis Presley.
       Given this history of white coronation, it is worth considering
       why the media took such issue with referring to Michael Jackson
       as the King of Pop. Certainly his achievements merited such a
       title. Yet up until his death in 2009, many journalists insisted
       on referring to him as the "self-proclaimed King of Pop."
       Indeed, in 2003, Rolling Stone went so far as to ridiculously
       re-assign the title to Justin Timberlake. (To keep with the
       historical pattern, just last year the magazine devised a
       formula that coronated Eminem—over Run DMC, Public Enemy, Tupac,
       Jay-Z, or Kanye West—as the King of Hip Hop).
       Jackson was well-aware of this history and consistently pushed
       against it. In 1979, Rolling Stone passed on a cover story about
       the singer, saying that it didn't feel Jackson merited front
       cover status. "I've been told over and over again that black
       people on the covers of magazines don't sell copies," an
       exasperated Jackson told confidantes. "Just wait. Some day those
       magazines will come begging for an interview."
       Jackson, of course, was right (Rolling Stone editor Jann Wenner
       actually sent a self-deprecatory letter acknowledging the
       oversight in 1984). And during the 1980s, at least, Jackson's
       image seemed ubiquitous. Yet over the long haul, Jackson's
       initial concern seems legitimate. As shown in the breakdown
       below, his appearances on the front cover of Rolling Stone, the
       United States' most visible music publication, are far fewer
       than those of white artists:
       John Lennon: 30
       Mick Jagger: 29
       Paul McCartney: 26
       Bob Dylan: 22
       Bono: 22
       Bruce Springsteen: 22
       Madonna: 20
       Britney Spears: 13
       Michael Jackson: 8 (two came after he died; one featured Paul
       McCartney as well)
       Is it really possible that Michael Jackson, arguably the most
       influential artist of the 20th century, merited less than half
       the coverage of Bono, Bruce Springsteen, and Madonna?
       Of course, this disregard wasn't limited to magazine covers. It
       extended into all realms of print media. In a 2002 speech in
       Harlem, Jackson not only protested his own slights, but also
       articulated how he fit into a lineage of African-American
       artists struggling for respect:
       All the forms of popular music from jazz to hip-hop, to bebop,
       to soul [come from black innovation]. You talk about different
       dances from the catwalk, to the jitterbug, to the charleston, to
       break dancing -- all these are forms of black dancing...What
       would [life] be without a song, without a dance, and joy and
       laughter, and music. These things are very important but if you
       go to the bookstore down the corner, you will not see one black
       person on the cover. You'll see Elvis Presley, you'll see the
       Rolling Stones...But we're the real pioneers who started these
       [forms]."
       While there was certainly some rhetorical flourish to his "not
       one black person on the cover" claim, his broader point of
       severely disproportionate representation in print was
       unquestionably accurate. Books on Elvis Presley alone outnumber
       titles on Chuck Berry, Aretha Franklin, James Brown, Ray
       Charles, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, and Michael Jackson
       combined.
       When I began my book, Man in the Music: The Creative Life and
       Work of Michael Jackson, in 2005, there wasn't one serious book
       focused on Jackson's creative output. Indeed, at my local Barnes
       & Noble, I could find only two books about him, period. Both
       dealt with the scandals and controversies of his personal life.
       It seemed the only way Michael Jackson could get covered was if
       he was presented as a freak, a curiosity, a spectacle. Even
       reviews of his albums, post-Thriller, focused on the sensational
       and were overwhelmingly condescending, when not outright
       hostile.
       Of course, this poor coverage wasn't only about race. Biases
       were often more subtle, veiled and coded. They were wrapped
       together with his overall otherness and conflated with the
       "Wacko Jacko" media construct. In addition, as Baldwin astutely
       noted, there were not entirely unrelated apprehensions about his
       wealth and fame, anxieties about his eccentricities and
       sexuality, confusion about his changing appearance, contempt for
       his childlike behavior, and fears about his power.
       But the bottom line is this: Somehow, in the midst of the circus
       that surrounded him, Jackson managed to leave behind one of the
       most impressive catalogs in the history of music. Rarely has an
       artist been so adept at communicating the vitality and
       vulnerability of the human condition: the exhilaration,
       yearning, despair, and transcendence. Indeed, in Jackson's case
       he literally embodied the music. It charged through him like an
       electric current. He mediated it through every means at his
       disposal—his voice, his body, his dances, films, words,
       technology and performances. His work was multi-media in a way
       never before experienced.
       This is why the tendency of many critics to judge his work
       against circumscribed, often white, Euro-American musical
       standards is such a mistake. Jackson never fit neatly into
       categories and defied many of the expectations of
       rock/alternative enthusiasts. He was rooted deeply in the
       African-American tradition, which is crucial to understanding
       his work. But the hallmark of his art is fusion, the ability to
       stitch together disparate styles, genres and mediums to create
       something entirely new.
       If critics simply hold Jackson's lyrics on a sheet of paper next
       to those of Bob Dylan, then, they will likely find Jackson on
       the short end. It's not that Jackson's lyrics aren't substantive
       (on the HIStory album alone, he tackles racism, materialism,
       fame, corruption, media distortion, ecological destruction,
       abuse, and alienation). But his greatness is in his ability to
       augment his words vocally, visually, physically, and sonically,
       so that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
       Listen, for example, to his non-verbal vocalizations—the cries,
       exclamations, grunts, gasps, and improvisatory vernacular—in
       which Jackson communicates beyond the strictures of language.
       Listen to his beat boxing and scatting; how he stretches or
       accents words; his James Brown-like staccato facility; the way
       his voice moves from gravelly to smooth to sublime; the
       passionate calls and responses; the way he soars just as
       naturally with gospel choirs and electric guitars.
       Listen to his virtuosic rhythms and rich harmonies; the nuanced
       syncopation and signature bass lines; the layers of detail and
       archive of unusual sounds. Go beyond the usual classics, and
       play songs like "Stranger in Moscow," "I Can't Help It ,"
       "Liberian Girl ," "Who Is It," and "In the Back." Note the range
       of subject matter, the spectrum of moods and textures, the
       astounding variety (and synthesis) of styles. On the Dangerous
       album alone, Jackson moves from New Jack Swing to classical, hip
       hop to gospel, R&B to industrial, funk to rock. It was music
       without borders or barriers, and it resonated across the globe.
       However, it wasn't until Jackson's death in 2009 that he finally
       began to engender more respect and appreciation from the
       intelligentsia. It is one of humanity's strange habits to only
       truly appreciate genius once it's gone. Still, in spite of the
       renewed interest, the easy dismissals and disparity in serious
       print coverage remains.
       As a competitor on par with the legendary Muhammad Ali, Michael
       Jackson wouldn't be satisfied. His goal was to prove that a
       black artist could do everything a white artist could (and
       more). He wanted to move beyond every boundary, earn every
       recognition, break every record, and achieve artistic
       immortality ("That is why to escape death," he said, "I bind my
       soul to my work"). The point of his ambition wasn't money and
       fame; it was respect.
       As he boldly proclaimed in his 1991 hit, "Black or White," "I
       had to tell them I ain't second to none."
       Source:
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       Re: The Misunderstood Power of Michael Jackson's Music
       By: Admire Date: February 8, 2012, 11:50 pm
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       Great article. Thanks for posting, WomanInTheMirror!
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