Who Get to Be the Heroes of Indie Rock?

Last month I finished my third-ish read in twelve years of Michael Azerrad’s 2001 history, Our Band Could Be Your Life: Scenes from the American Indie Underground 1981-1991 and found more to challenge in it than I expected.

This is a book I love for its nerdy minutiae and its big historical sweep. For its glory-days stories, too: 18-year-old me was over the moon to hear how Husker Du recorded “Reoccurring Dreams” on acid in a desanctified church, how Ian MacKaye ran Dischord Records out of his mom’s house, how Black Flag was so broke early on they ate dog food rolled up in white bread.

beat-happeningStories of firsts are also always a thrill, even if they were miserable for the subjects: Mission of Burma playing empty bar after empty bar without a radio station in the country that could even make sense of their music, without a community, without anything like a “scene” beyond Boston. I appreciate, too, in a culture as anti-hierarchical as indie, the chance to acknowledge forerunners, the folks whose sweat sprouted into crash pads, friendly basements, left of the dial stations, and make-it-work clubs even if their bands didn’t live to see it.

The book’s decade-long arc is a story of groundbreaking and, simultaneously, cooptation. Bands (especially those like Dinosaur Jr and the Replacements, who liked classic rock just fine) jumped ship to major labels and crumbled. The scenes grew up and split on drugs and rhetoric. Sub Pop was too smart for its own good, creating a scene to sell records that resulted in a nationwide crop of horrible knockoff bands.

barbaramanningAzerrad examines these paradoxes but he leaves others unexamined. I would love to read a history in full of indie rock’s change from being “new redneck” (in, I think, Joe Carducci‘s phrase) music, created by working-class suburban kids in Minneapolis, D.C., L.A., etc., into being the turf of urban, arty, cool-conscious, middle-class kids (like, sort of, me). In passing, Azerrad gives Sonic Youth much credit/blame for the shift. But I want to hear a historian’s perspective on the consequences: the leveling-down of regional scenes, the increasingly collegiate and referential tone of 90s-00s indie (to be fair, this has gone much farther since the book’s publication), and the continued devaluing of the role of working-class and small-town folks in creating culture in general. (The prestige of online need-to-know cultural meatgrinders like Pitchfork, again post-publication, have far exacerbated this as well.)

Though indie rejected rock-god-hood and emphasized a horizontal, collaborative, community-building approach to art, the format of Azerrad’s book (lengthy profiles of thirteen of the biggest, best-known American indie bands of the 80s) goes along way toward building an alternative canon of scene Heroes that, yet again, diminishes certain scenes, groups, and artists, and shortchanges the communities which made these scenes possible. These thirteen groups were overwhelmingly white men; plenty of hardcore punk’s earliest fans were, too. But how would the book have looked different if it had included a chapter on Lydia Lunch, the poet and bandleader, instead of just quoting her concert review of Big Black? Or a chapter on Barbara Manning, the mercurial, outrageously gifted songwriter whose Lately I Keep Scissors has been a touchstone for dozens of later groups? Or, for that matter, Bad Brains? The all-black virtuoso hardcore, thrash, and reggae group from D.C. broadened the musical palette of East Coast punk considerably, smashed the color line around hardcore, and mixed religious and revolutionary exhortations as few other indie groups did.

badbrainsThere is little about the sexism and occasional sexual violence of the 80s indie scene (though we do hear that part of the draw of the Replacements was that “girls liked them”), and Minor Threat’s ugly reactionary rant “Guilty of Being White” (“I’m sorry / for something that I didn’t do / I hurt somebody / I don’t know who”) is defended by Ian MacKaye as being an “anti-racist” song misinterpreted as racist– this from a group who shared the stage with Bad Brains.

Our Band Could Be Your Life is loaded with inspiring stories and gives storytelling room to artists who lived out their political-aesthetic values and make incredible music. But, on reflection, I also see in the book a missed opportunity to tell the story of indie through the lenses of class, race, gender, and local community. Maybe that book is out there, who knows? (Any recommendations?)

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One response to “Who Get to Be the Heroes of Indie Rock?

  1. Hank

    Hello, first time caller, first time reader, here.

    I agree with your criticism of this book to the extent that it raises questions about some of the crucial problems of writing any history, be it of a nation or of a music scene, in particular those demarcation, both chronological (when can we say that “indie” really became a movement?) and more importantly,
    “agential”, of who can we call the agents, the people that really had an effect within the vast network of people and places we classify as a scene.

    When writing history, or doing anything “scientific” for that matter, we must do that utterly-human yet utterly-unnatural exercise of reducing the world into understandable parts that we can link together logically. In order to even do that, we have to create criteria for something being worthy of investigation and not. I imagine Azerrad tried to take into account a band’s influence both at the time of the indie scene’s inception and later on. He might have measured influence by number of records sold, references in interviews from other bands or maybe other things. Bad Brains would have been an interesting addition, but I always imagined their influence as being restricted to the punk scene and not having that “big” of an impact beyond that. It’s also just part of the nature of our categorizing and analyzing the world that someone is going to be left out. I guess the question is whether the people that made it into the book could arguably be replaced by someone more important or influential.

    That being said and thanks to my wife’s constant reminders, I personally always try to appreciate a perspective that takes into account people who don’t usually get to make it into the history books (women, people of color, the LGBT community). It’s necessary in this day and age and it should be part of the conversation at all times.

    This also reminds me of a “Stinkpiece” that Anthony Fantano, aka the Needle Drop, did in response to an article on Alternative Genres as Safe Spaces for White People. It’s a little too “ranty” to be considered too rigorous intellectually speaking, but it is something to think about, I guess.


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