Next Sunday is Workers Day, so this is a good time to talk about the latest release from drummer Asher Gameze: Two Duets: Outside Work (https://gamedze duos.bandcamp.com ). There are layers on layers of metaphor in the titles of album and tracks – Robbing the Clock, with reedman Xristian Espinoza and Wild Cats Strike with the sax and voice of Alan Bishop – all of them deliberate. As free improvisation, the album is all playing “outside”: outside rigid time signatures and formal compositional structures and rules (although it lacks neither rhythms nor form). And as Gamedze’s sleeve notes make explicit, “Time outside of work has, under racial capitalism, been when oppressed and exploited people have produced their own things: culture, food, music, art, fun, joy, etc…Under the tyranny of capital, the fruits of our labour are not enjoyed by ourselves but by those we work for.”
Forty-four minutes of free improvisation can’t be “reviewed” in the way one might note “Track One is a great tune to get down to; Track Two is a lyrical ballad.” Rather, it’s an exercise in communication.It’s one sound (and the human being producing it) talking to another. Sure, you can hear allusions to more literal sounds: fragments of deconstructed dances and marches; echoes of birdsong and human cries and shouts. But this isn’t programme music .
So what are these conversations between musicians saying, to one another, and to us?
Because the musicians are drawing on the lexicons of sound they’ve assembled through living and playing, they’re telling us who they are, and who we could be if we escaped the shackles of labour and immersed ourselves in the collective, untramelled expression of our experiences and skills. This isn’t a saxophone “leading” or a rhythm player following. There are no ‘feature solos’, although sometimes one player cedes space to let the other’s voice breathe. The praxis of making this music isn’t individualistic: the changes in direction can come from either player, and either player can insert their own commas, full stops and question marks into the discourse. But to do that in the most complementary way requires highly-developed instrumental skill, won through hard, committed practice. In this context, ‘playing’ and ‘working’ are not, as capitalism makes them, opposites, but two equal parts of being human.
The conversations that result are fascinating. You’ll hear humour, passion, anguish, celebration, mourning and calls to arms. But they demand that you, the listener, stop splitting your attention between the multiple distractions capitalism offers and enforces, and really listen. Work at it – it’s work outside work, and its rewards are priceless.
And they remind us, as Workers Day approaches, that music is also work – work chosen and done with pride. Musicians are workers. Next time you whine about a ticket price, think of everything musicians have put into that performance – the years before that you can’t see, the thinking, the rehearsal and instrument costs, the families providing nurture and inspiration – and if you can afford it, pay up. At the same time, recognise that ticket prices exclude workers with low or no incomes. That this should be the only way of supporting music work raises huge questions about the social order we still tolerate. Access to creating and appreciating music has been commodified into a thing to buy and sell. That has to change, too.
Here’s more music for the Workers’ Day weekend. Some is old, some new, and from several places in the world. All of it reflects on work, the lives of workers, and the work of struggle that’s needed to release human creativity.