I found my way eventually to Baracnicka Rychta, a lovely little pub in Mala Strana, relieved a bit that Joe had only beat me by a few minutes. Shoot. We’d both been a bit lost on the way. Note to self – choose spots you know as meeting places. The tasty Svijany brew was some consolation.
Joe wrote me the other day to renew the contact we had at the CZ – SK Fulbright conference in 2003. He is a US phd student in anthropology who is working in Slovakia on l’udova (folklore / folkloric) as well as”folk” musicking. As in Czech, “folk” means…well, “folk” as in Baez, Dylan, Van Zandt…something more popular than “folklore”….and as with these folks, sometimes a bit of an Americanist spin. He’s looking at all sorts of interesting things, including a seeming rebirth of this sort of thing, a convergence of urban/cosmopolitan efforts and marginal/rural activity, etc. (he wrote his master’s thesis on tramping…by the way)
Along the way, he confirmed, a bit, my thoughts and accumulated observations about bluegrass and country amongst Slovak folks – there aren’t as many bluegrass folks, and perhaps more “country.” He added an interesting thought, one that hadn’t occurred to me: that Slovaks often think of bluegrass/country (the constellation of musicking I like to lump as US string band sort of stuff) as CZECH. I’m not sure how the “American” designation or identification fits in there, but it does make sense that Czech performativity on American(ist) themes would impart some degree of distinctive identification…and that it would contain this resonance to the Slovaks, the neighbors just down the road.
This reminded me of a recent conversation with a Slovak who has lived in Prague for years. He recalled that there were never a lot of Slovaks playing bluegrass and that sort of thing, but there were always great audiences when CZ bands came over to SK to play. (In the music scene in general, he also talked a bit about how “za totalita” (during totalitarianism…i.e. communism) bands that weren’t allowed to play in Prague would get shunted farther out from the center of the nation, to Brno, Bratislava, or, if they were really controversial, out to Kosice or something.)
I came across another Slovak item today, reading some articles on Czech national and ethnic identity. It’s all pretty sociological so far, and I’m not sure how to use a lot of the information. But one study’s discussion pointed out the narrowing of Czechness, the dwindling plurality of ethnic/national diversity in the sphere of things with the “Czech” label attached to them. The expulsion of Germans, the holocaust, and…this is the part that was new for me…the division of Czechoslovakia in 1992-3 all were steps that each eliminated another major and distinctive group that increased the cultural diversity in the world that Czechs live in.
These sociologists’ quantifications help me talk more constructively about Czech national and ethnic identification, and consider performances the intersect with such constructions. While Czechs are to different degrees responsible for creating the state they live in, it is also….well, a very complicated world out there.
I’m so grateful for these perspective-expanding moments lately. It’s encouraging to be working with ideas that are coming together. This last week has seen me working on consolidating and organizing my backlog of audio and video recordings. Besides being simply a bit of a drudgery, it’s a sort of overwhelming experience to handle all hese records of culture. There are so many (and in a strange mirror-way so few) directions for my work tied up in all those files.
Running into, and having good conversations with, some old-new and new-old colleagues lately has also been a great encouragement. It’s good to know that others are working along similar paths.
Ok. Back to it. At the suggestion of a professor here, I’m putting an abstract together for the ICTM “music and minorities” study group meeting that will happen here next May. I have to find a way to encapsulate my thoughts about bluegrass as it plays in Czech ethnic/group identity. hmm.