“Come Together Wright Now”

In the video below—which you can also watch on our YouTube channel—we parody John Lennon’s “Come Together” to celebrate the genius of Frank Lloyd Wright and the labor of the 100’s who volunteer at the Frank Lloyd Wright Preservation Trust. What fun!  But mucho, mucho apologies to Mr. Lennon.

Frank Lloyd WrightCould a person who thought he was so right have a better name than Wright, or a better name to pun on?  There’s the FLW Preservation Trust’s gift catalog “Buy Wright,” and their magazine “Wright Angles.” Want to take a local tour?  There’s one called “Wright Around Chicago.”  You get the idea.

So my wife Linda—who manages all those Trust volunteers—thought, Why not “Come Together Wright Now” as the theme for the 2013 Volunteer Appreciation Party?  And why not a parody of Lennon’s song as the party’s centerpiece?  Lots of things seemed to her to be coming together for the Frank Lloyd Wright Preservation Trust, including the recent addition of The Rookery, Bach House, and Unity Temple to their already-distinguished tour sites.  (It’s managed Wright’s Home and Studio in Oak Park and Robie House in Hyde Park for decades.)  She enlisted me and volunteer, artist, and blogger extraordinaire Jim Nedza to write the parody, wrote a few lines herself, and for the music she turned, of course, to Dan Guzman.  We kept several Lennon lines because: Frank Lloyd Wright often wore a flat top hat, was infamous early on for long hair, and lived a life and created an art about freedom. He always seemed to be groovin’ one way or the other.

Here come old flat top
He come groovin’ up slowly
He got too few idols
His Dad holy roller
He got hair down below his knees
Hate on the conformer
He just do what he please

His Mama hung up
He be architect big shot
He cop prairie flatness
He shoot cantilever
He got airs and ego to a tee
Every thing he draw up
Will make big history

Come together Wright now…over me

He know organic
He do nature worship
He got Master Complex
He one boldness junkie
He drape capes down below his knee
One thing he will tell you
Is you got to be free

Come together Wright now…

We volunteering
We do every weather
We hoe weedy garden
We take giant busload
We say this and that and this you see
Everything good looking
Cause he need it to be

Come together Wright now…
Come together—yeah!

We were working with two geniuses here.  “Come Together” is one of my top-10 Beatles favorites, and its stature seems to rise for everyone as years go by.  When you parody a great song you realize how really great it is, the genius of Lennon’s music and lyrics striking you harder each time you hear it.

The song was about Timothy Leary.  Frank Lloyd Wright’s egoism certainly rivaled Leary’s.  The video above begins with one of many famous Wright pronouncements: “I’ve been accused of saying I was the greatest architect in the world, and if I had said so, I don’t think it would be very…arrogant.”    He so firmly believed in his greatness, the greatness of his work, but that priceless pause, that slight smile, before the word “arrogant” hints that maybe he took his greatness with some grain of salt—as little, as miniscule, as that grain might have been.  The history he made required far less ingestion than Leary’s, though we know many had to swallow a lot to deal with his thorny genius.  History’s judgment of Frank Lloyd Wright’s work, however, seems to glow brighter and brighter.  He got that Wright.

Sorry.  That couldn’t be helped. It just couldn’t. Whether we got it Wright (there it is again!) is another matter, but we hope you enjoy it.

  • Pictures near video’s end are from the 2013 Volunteer Appreciation Party, an important Trust event for recognizing and building its volunteer community.
  • See Jim Nedza’s DesignSlinger website on Chicago architecture.
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The Black Chicago Renaissance

The Black Chicago RenaissanceIn the opening line of her introduction to The Black Chicago Renaissance, Darlene Clark Hine writes that “beginning in the 1930’s and lasting into the 1950’s, black Chicago experienced a cultural renaissance that rivaled and, some argue, exceeded the cultural outpouring in Harlem” (p. xv).  I am one of those who has argued that.  My book, Black Writing from Chicago (2006), focuses on various literary forms, and the ten essays following Hine’s introduction not only put that writing into more cultural, historical, and social context than I had space to do, but also make clear that musicians, performers, and visual artists were perhaps an even more vital part of that outpouring.

Samuel A. Floyd Jr.’s “The Negro Renaissance,” while focused on music, most succinctly captures the importance of seeing all artistic productions holistically and in context.  Many leaders of the Negro Renaissance counseled turning away from black arts they deemed “low,” but Langston Hughes and many of his peers—especially in Chicago, where Hughes had deep professional roots—fought against that distinction.  “Let the blare of Negro jazz and the bellowing voice of Bessie Smith singing Blues penetrate the closed ears of the colored near-intellectuals,” Hughes wrote (p. 40).  This “was part of the strategy (conscious or unconscious),” writes Floyd, “to merge social, political, and artistic values in a frontal assault on access to the fruits of white society” (p. 40).

Elsewhere in the volume, Elizabeth Schlabach explores how Chicago luminaries Richard Wright and Gwendolyn Brooks conceived black identity forming in the struggle between the confines of material reality and expansive inner consciousness.  David T. Bailey’s essay on Horace Cayton—the best piece I have read on Cayton—explains how his conflicts over blackness caused him to fade from sight while the book he co-wrote, Black Metropolis (1945), remains one of the most venerated pieces of black scholarship of all time.  Hilary Mac Austin’s “The Defender Brings You the World” expands our understanding of the Chicago Defender’s enormous national influence by following Patrick B. Prescott Jr.’s series on world travel, which the Defender published to help expand black global consciousness.

Leroy Carr

The great bluesman Leroy Carr, from Indiana, a great influence on Nat Cole

Readers of this magazine (see below) will be delighted to find Indiana’s own William Edouard Scott commanding much attention.*  Widely considered the dean of African American painters of the time, Scott is the fourth most referenced single person in the volume, behind only Richard Wright, Charles White, and Horace Cayton.  As for writers, Indiana was originally home to Metea, Simon Pokagon, George Ade, and Theodore Dreiser, all of whom David Starkey and I included in Smokestacks and Skyscrapers (1999), but connections of black Indiana and Chicago writers during the Black Chicago Renaissance need exploration.

I found some exclusions strange, however. No contributor mentions Frank Marshall Davis, important both to the Negro Renaissance and the Black Arts movement.  He also Nat "King" Cole at the pianocontributed to the Gary American, a significant Indiana publication.  Musically, Nat King Cole goes missing.  Perhaps we associate him more with California, but he was part of the extraordinary arts legacy of Chicago’s DuSable High School, and, in Chicago during the Renaissance period, was working out his own important responses to Earl Hines, who is talked about in relation to Louis Armstrong’s seminal Chicago recordings.  Another of Cole’s great influences, however, would also have led us back to Indiana.  It was Leroy Carr, who along with Scrapper Blackwell—also from Indiana—formed one of the greatest duos in blues history.

Scrapper Blackwell

Scrapper Blackwell, Leroy Carr’s guitarist, also from Indiana. His “Kokomo Blues” becomes “Sweet Home Chicago.”

Of course, one cannot possibly include every important person in a volume, so ending with my surprise at some omissions is not a reflection on the overall excellence of The Black Chicago Renaissance.  Still, as I know acutely from those I missed or did not have space for in my own books about Chicago, every miss leaves out many other connections.  It was Scrapper Blackwell’s “Kokomo Blues,” for example, that transformed into Chicago’s anthem—“Sweet Home Chicago.”

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The Black Chicago Renaissance.  Edited by Darlene Clark Hine and John McCluskey Jr. (Urbana: University of Illinois Press, 2012. Pp. vii, 214. Illustrations, notes, index. $80.00.)

* My review of this book appeared in the September 2013 issue of the Indiana Magazine of History, University of Indiana, Bloomington.  Because of the magazine’s location, I was asked to mention some links back to Indiana.  As it turned out, there were many important ones.

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Voices: A Film from Bahrain

Voices: A Film from BahrainWithout the ending credits, Hussain AlRiffael’s film Voices is barely three minutes long, but it may be one of the most powerful three-minutes in cinema today.  I’m going to describe most of the “plot,” but this won’t spoil it entirely.  I’ll leave out some details—nuances of acting, timing, editing, sound that add pathos and tragedy to the film’s arc.  Words can hardly capture it, so see it for yourself anywhere you can.   Afterwards, I saw audience members at a recent film festival* I ran bent over, palms to their foreheads, stunned.

Sound of children.  Slow zoom into a doorway.  In a kitchen a Muslim woman (actress Shafeeka Yousif) cooks.  She’s peeling a potato.  She’s bathed in the sounds of children playing, jostling, laughing.  Cut to a close street-level view.  A yellowed leaf falls, screen left, quivering on the ground for a few seconds until a wind blows it away.  Back in the kitchen, the potato cut, the woman begins frying the pieces, when suddenly the sounds of children stop.  A click.  The woman pauses, walks off camera.  We see her hand eject a cassette from a tape player, turn the tape over, re-insert it, push the play button.  A moment for the tape’s leader to clear, then sounds of children resume.  She walks away into a dark inner doorway.

All the wars.  All the broken families.  The children.

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* The film festival was the Third Annual Fall Festival of Independent Film at North Central College, an event associated with the Naperville Independent Film Festival (NIFF).

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  • Go to the NIFF website for more about this festival, soon to be an Academy Award certified festival.  It is in its 6th year.
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