(To the left, Tav Falco with yours truly in Memphis)
MEMPHIS – Tav Falco, enfant terrible of the 1980s, still the
provocateur and “psychobilly” master, walked onto the stage at Lafayette’s
Music Room here, dressed in black, his hair a Nuevo-‘50s coif, picked up his
guitar and let loose.
I listened from the balcony to an indictment of ethnic
arrogance.
These people don’t look like us—they don’t smell like us
We are the masters of their miserable fate
For mercy they get down on their knees to pray
But we’re superior in every way—they’re insects in every way
It's doomsday baby
Falco was the Antonin Artaud of the Memphis punk and
post-punk scene who in his first performance in the late 1970s took a chainsaw
to his guitar and sliced it into pieces before passing out on stage. But no
longer must he bear insults such as when local TV host Marge Thrasher told him
his band Panther Burns’ just-finished gonzo performance of Johnny Burnett’s
“The Train Kept A Rollin’” “may be the worst sound I’ve heard come out on
television.”
Falco’s live-TV response to her insult was Tom
Waits-precious: “Well, the best of the worst is what we’re after.”
(To the right, Tav Falco performing in Mempis)
“The artist, he is
never really on the inside,” the Arkansas native told me in one of two recent
telephone interviews he gave me while on his just-ended cross-country tour, a
tour that included stops in Clarksdale as well as Memphis. “He can see what is
happening on the inside, but he moves around on the outside. … He’s never quite
assimilated.”
Falco today is an expatriate living in Vienna, Austria,
another river town, a Memphis-like outpost on the Danube River where money and
profits “are not the defining criteria” of the artist.
Even when Falco was living in Memphis and performing with legends
like Jim Dickinson and Big Star leader Alex Chilton, he stood apart, a
“torchbearer” of the city’s music at its post-Sun and post-Stax nadir yet
bringing to it what writer Robert Gordon called “country blues … with a punk
aesthetic.”
He named his band Panther Burns after the Mississippi Delta
town, which got its name from a troublesome panther whose ungodly shrieks after
being caught and burned alive are still supposed to haunt the nights there. The
band played everything from rockabilly to tango.
“As far as punk aesthetic, I never ascribed to that,” Falco
told me. “I am just a working artist. I don’t ascribe to these labels. I use
the term rock ‘n’ roll to cover a broad spectrum.”
Along with his “Whistle Blower” tour, Falco has just
released a new album, Tav Falco: Command
Performance, and a new book of his early black-and-white photographs, An Iconography of Chance: 99 Photographs of the
Evanescent South. Some of these photographs also appeared in Falco’s
monumental 2011 book, Ghosts Behind The
Sun: Splendor, Enigma & Death, a surreal history of Memphis in which
Falco, as alter-ego Eugene Baffle, travels through time alongside figures as
diverse as General Nathan Bedford Forrest and Machine Gun Kelly.
A noted filmmaker and actor as well as musician, photographer
and author, Falco acknowledged his art has taken on a new edge, overtly
socially conscious and acutely aware of injustices both here and abroad. “I’m
all for art for art’s sake, but there comes a point where the artist, the
rank-and-file artist citizen, can no longer remain silent, because silence is
complicity.”
On his new album, the song “Whistle Blower” warns of a
creeping fascism in American society where figures like Edward Snowden and
Chelsea Manning are hounded and punished for revealing the dark underbelly of
the nation’s politics and policies. Another song, “Doomsday Baby”, is a
broadside against Israel for its treatment of the Palestinians.
Falco said he’d like to return home someday but things stand
in the way. “Arkansas is so crazy, so benighted and so fascist, I find it
difficult to entertain that idea,” he said. “Arkansas used to be a marvelous
place to live.”
Yet in some ways he has never left. Along with its protest
songs, Tav Falco: Command Performance
also includes paeans to Memphis and Southern music: Memphis Minnie’s “Me and My
Chauffeur Blues”, Alex Chilton’s “Bangkok” and Charlie Feathers’ “Jungle Fever”.
And his book of photographs, the first in a planned series of three, pays
homage to an “evanescent South” that is always with him.
“There is a landscape that draws people … a social fabric,”
he said.
He remembers his first trip from backwoods Arkansas to the
big city of Memphis and hearing blues musicians such as the Memphis Jug Band,
Napoleon Strickland, Mississippi Fred McDowell and Bukka White. “I was
enthralled. … I saw how they mesmerized the audience and how the ladies and
gentleman were throwing silver dollars at them.”
It’s not something an artist easily forgets.
This column appeared recently in the Jackson Free Press in Jackson, Miss.
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