David
Grazian on
CONNING THE BLUES
SOCIOLOGIST EXPLODES THE MYTH OF THE AUTHENTIC HOLE-IN-THE
WALL
In the blues clubs of Chicago, amateur jam sessions usually
draw part-time musicians and open-mike moths, not sociologists
working on Ph.D. dissertations. So when David Grazian, a
local grad student in the late ’90s, showed up with
saxophone in hand at one of B.L.U.E.S. Etcetera’s mid-week
events, the staff was mildly amused. They recognized him
as one of their regular barflies and even waived the participant
fee.
To the audience that night, Grazian’s performance
must have had a magical storybook progression: stage fright
at first, then a series of off-key riffs ending with an in-tune
solo, enthusiastic applause, and praise from the onstage
host. But this was no American Idol fantasy.
Grazian was conducting ethnographic research for what would
later become his first book, Blue Chicago. Today, he is an
assistant professor of sociology in SAS. By dusting off his
sax, the social science researcher was hoping to earn the
trust of musicians, who until the jam session, had treated
him like a groupie tourist. The ruse worked. “They
began to see me as this budding musician,” he says. “Not
a great one, but they felt that they had something to teach
me.”
The breakthrough was just one of the many ways Grazian penetrated
the nighttime world of Chicago blues clubs. Over the course
of a year, he spent countless nights in seedy and trendy
establishments, interviewing club managers, bartenders, patrons,
out-of-towners, and eventually, the professional musicians.
The goal was to understand how people define the authentic
blues experience. Grazian admits it began as a personal quest
when his own idealized image of the clubs was shattered. As a graduate student, he regularly
went to blues hangouts as “a respite from the drab
world of university libraries.” One weekend night,
while he relaxed in B.L.U.E.S., an announcer asked how many
in the audience were from out of town. Everyone in the room
cheered. “This was totally shocking to me,” he
recalls. “I’d spent this whole time thinking
that I’d been in a place with a lot of regulars—local
Chicagoans. It was strange to realize that in these clubs
I was completely surrounded by tourists.”
In this new light, Grazian began to notice more unusual
things. The audiences were often middle-aged, white, and
affluent. The performers were always working-class blacks.
Merchandise, like lingerie bearing the slogan “Don’t
stop now; I’ve got the blues!” started to seem
more like souvenir trinkets.
Slowly, all of the issues the budding sociologist was studying
at the University of Chicago began to come to life in the
clubs. “The questions that I was interested in pursuing—like
the nature of race relations in the post-Civil Rights era,
the commodification of global culture, the nature of urban
nightlife—were emerging,” he says. “And
blues clubs became the perfect laboratory for studying these
sorts of contemporary sociological processes.”
In Blue Chicago, Grazian argues that many of the
seemingly authentic aspects of modern blues clubs are really
just carefully crafted artifice. “Blues musicians will
tell you that club owners often dictate what kinds of music
the bands will perform, what kinds of clothes the bands will
wear on stage, what the racial makeup of the group will be.”
One of the most perverse byproducts of this manufactured
authenticity is “the set list from hell.” This
was the term that one musician used to describe the repetitive
list of blues favorites like Sweet Home Chicago, The Thrill
Is Gone, and Mustang Sally. “For a lot of musicians,
the central problem is that for blues music to remain commercially
viable, it has to become ‘museumized,’” Grazian
observes. “These musical styles have become embalmed
in time. As one musician told me, ‘If you keep the
blues in a straightjacket, it can’t evolve and it eventually
dies.’”
Race is another albatross the clubs wear. “The lucrative
downtown clubs will as a rule not hire white musicians,” explains
Grazian. “The owners and audience feel that only African-American
musicians properly represent the authentic blues experience.” This
stereotype relegates white musicians to dilapidated establishments
and unpopular mid-week slots. Because the practice is so
pervasive, Grazian contends that it perpetuates a kind of
mass-marketed prejudice that belittles black and white musicians
alike.
Blue Chicago is subtitled “The Search for
Authenticity in Urban Blues Clubs,” and its author
questions whether an unbiased authenticity is even possible.
In what he calls the “sliding scale of authenticity,” blues
aficionados constantly reevaluate what they consider to signify
authenticity and shift their club allegiances in the process—say,
from a touristy House of Blues to an upscale B.L.U.E.S. to
a faux-ramshackle Checkerboard Lounge. “This search
for authenticity leads one nowhere because we rely on very
superficial determinants of what authenticity is in the first
place.”
In a forthcoming article in the academic journal Qualitative
Sociology, Grazian explodes the idea of authenticity
even further, explaining that the blues clubs share many
of the formal properties of a confidence game. Just as
successful cons rely on elaborate staging, so too are the
music performances based on a strategy of deception deployed
by a number of actors. The club owners act as “operators,” funding
the show, dictating the interior designs, and hiring the
talent. With the help of PR reps and media boosters, the “ropers,” the
prospective blues fan, or “mark,”
is drawn into the “big store.” There, the musician takes on the
all-important role of “insider,” the person who gives a credible
performance and convinces the mark of the authenticity of what is really a
well packaged tourist experience.
The live-music racket is so successful for the same reasons
that con games work: The audience desperately wants to believe
the ruse—they want to be entertained. “The alternative
would be disappointment and slight embarrassment with the
whole affair,” Grazian writes.
The only time Grazian admits of a personal sense of embarrassment
was during his performance on amateur night. When he left
the stage, after squeaking and honking a foggy mess of notes,
a local bandleader stopped him. “You’ve got some
chops,” the musician told him. “You’ve
obviously been playing for a while, and you’ve
got some jazz influences that I heard in there. Am I right?”
Somehow, the musician had confused Grazian’s out-of-tune
improv with the complex harmonics of free jazz. The sociologist
had conned the con man.
Ted Mann, C’00, works for the University of Pennsylvania
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