Issue 3
Hot
When I was young I would watch my dad douse everything with Tabasco sauce. I was fascinated that he could take that much heat in his mouth. And my mom would feed his fiery addiction by gifting him special hot sauces for any occasion. Maybe this is where I got my taste for hot things. I like it so hot my mouth burns and I sweat under my eyes. But I am not so adaptable to hot temperatures, especially in the month of August in Alabama where the heat, throttled by the humidity, can be unbearable.
I find it interesting the different ways we use “hot” to describe things. The seductive curves of a sports car, an especially beautiful man or woman, and those celebrities who get so much attention that we say they are “smoldering hot.” And strangely enough, some things can be so hot they are cool.
And then there are those “topics,” that are so electrifying they become too hot to even mention around relatives at the family picnic on the 4th of July. And do I dare to even mention them here? Religion, politics, and sex.
Heat Rising
Text by Donna Steele
It was the dead heat of summer. The sun was high. I stood talking to my friend on the black asphalt. We had just attended the funeral of one of our high school classmates.
I tried turning towards the car once our goodbyes were said, but my feet didn’t budge. The soles of my shoes had melted during our talk in the summer sun. The sandal bottoms were sluggish and dripping black. I felt trapped knowing I couldn’t take my shoes off to finish the walk to the car barefoot nor did I want those shoes in my car. A conundrum.
And, still, the sun beat down, mercilessly.
Living in the South requires a certain tenacity. And quick reactions. I stepped into a fire-ant bed on one of my first trips to Florence to scout out a home. I was stung by a wasp at a different home for sale. I wondered if these were signs warning me off a move from cooler Indiana.
In Alabama, one lives with the fear of poisonous snakes seeking shade in unkempt yards and underbrush. Trees house the ticks, and I live in mortal fear of them, not going outside without a hat. You make peace with heat-loving vines growing over your house like green spy cams. These vines populate your nightmares if you’ve ever had to fight them.
Daily, when the air is palpable and nearly visible when heat and stagnation hang like a mushroom cloud, the gnats find you. They love people and sweat and forming a murmuration right before your eyes wherever it is you are going. They have an uncanny heat-seeking, navigational clairvoyance.
It had to be June before turning on the window unit air-conditioner in my parents’ house, no matter how hot it was inside or out. This made sharing a bed on a still May night with the windows open, no fan to turn the air, and the sounds of crickets, the white noise of the universe, unbearable. My sister put pillows down the middle of the double bed, forming an oversized divide that one crossed at one’s peril. To make matters worse, the blanket stayed on to protect from monsters under the bed. There was no relief until June 1st.
If you’ve spent summers in Alabama, you’ve been through three clothes changes a day. You’ve found yourself moving slowly to conserve energy on your long walk to the mailbox. You languish in the cool of the air-conditioning only going outside for sustenance. House arrest is for everyone from June through September.
In the Heat of the Night was an aptly named television show about crime in the South because heat will make you do terrible things if provoked. It makes you crankier, angrier, more rash. Many low-income neighborhoods don’t have central heat and air, so the number of crimes in those neighborhoods goes up.
That’s not hard for me to believe. I know I wanted to vaporize my dad for making us wait until June to turn on the air conditioner. In August I enjoy dead heading my plants way more than I should—getting rid of brown crispy blooms with surgical accuracy and maniacal urgency. Don’t ask me a stupid question on a 100-degree day because I just might spit at you. Yes, the heat effects good graces like a stick in the eye affects your appearance.
The heat is especially hard on me because I’m prone to heat-stroke. I’ve been carried to medical trailers from daytime events, used the wheelchair to get to a parking lot from Disney World, gone to the emergency room for staying in a hot bath too long.
You read that correctly: I went to the ER on the third day of January, 2022, because I like to read magazines in a hot bath. Steam, my body temp, and heat were all rising that morning.
Heat is not my friend, and I salute the stalwarts who can bear it.
Don’t Sweat it: or Do
Text by Adam Rausch
Sweat: the not-so-sweet nectar of the human body. It can be a point of shame. I’ve been the guy anxiously crossing my arms to hide the undesirable stains on my underarms. But I’ve also been the guy who proudly had to wipe off the bench at the gym because I was putting in that work! Sweat is a time and place matter. You want to work up a sweat when you’re working out but not when you’re giving a speech at your best friend’s wedding. What about sweating while just sitting in a room doing absolutely nothing? The ancient practice of saunas dates to 2,000 BCE but the exact country of origin is still unknown. However, there is something about sweating wrapped in a towel in a room full of strangers that leads me to wonder why the ancient practice has lasted so long.
“Mention sauna and most people think of Finland,” writes Anni Oviir, for Estonian Saunas magazine. It’s no wonder why, as Oviir reports Finland’s 3 million saunas almost equal the Finnish population of 5 million and far outnumbers their cars. It’s a point of tradition and ritual in countries like Finland, Russia, and Estonia. Born of necessity in these harshly wintered places as means to survive the climate. In their genesis, saunas were caves covered in pelts and stones, fueled by fires during the day, and sustained by the hot stones and steam by night. “Infrared sauna” is deemed a sauna only in the US because there are no laws surrounding what can be classified as a sauna in America.
The Finnish brought the sauna movement to North America and in 2004, three groups of Finnish sauna manufacturers and enthusiasts created the North American Sauna Society (NASS). The word sauna is the only Finnish word in the English dictionary, according to the NASS website. The NASS website also defines the criterion of a sauna; as a specified room heated between 150° to 195° (F). That’s hot. Finnish tradition follows a dry heated sauna instead of the steam used in Turkish baths. As sauna is a Finnish word, the use would be rooted in Finnish tradition, though sweat bathing is a practice utilized by many other cultures and religions.
Though I’ve seen the word plastered on many a strip mall sign, I now question the accuracy of using the word sauna. Somewhat of a recent activity, I started regular sauna use about 3 or 4 years ago. Though I still remember the first sauna I ever entered. I was probably 8 years old. My church held a canoe trip during the worst storm of the summer. We finally made it to our campsite, and there was this small shed-esque building. We laid our socks in a line to dry off, swapping battle stories from the damp day in the creek. The sauna had been a cozy escape from the elements, much like the Finns in their fur-lined hot stone caves. We were wrapped in a warm hug—then I got too hot and wanted out.
It wasn’t until I was an adult that I had an appreciation for the feeling of being baked alive, and if that’s what you’re after, I would look no further than the Russian and Turkish Baths in the East Village of NYC. Since 1892 the Russian and Turkish Baths have hosted many a New Yorker, and travelers such as myself, for some R&R. Seen in the backdrop of American Horror Story episodes and in the centerpiece for a New York Times article, “Saunas Are Filling Up, but Are They Good for You?” notes the Russian and Turkish Baths having their biggest year since the 2010s in 2022. In a post-COVID world, it’s interesting to see the way humans respond. The 190° Russian room, nude bodies strung out across the floor and benches, neighbor drenching neighbor in icy-cold water.
During the pandemic, we wouldn’t even stand within six feet, but now we are lying naked side-by-side. There is a resurgence in this ancient art of sweat bathing. Many of the Tik-Tok fitness influencers I follow all partake in a sauna or steam room. I love a spa, and going from the Russian room to the cold plunge and then lying out on the roof deck sends me into a euphoric state, but there is also a sense of communal vulnerability. Bodies of varied shape, size, color, and age inhabiting environments of extremity. There aren’t suit jackets that give away the Wall Street guys or cropped jeans that scream aspiring actor/full-time barista. People just are—and there is a shared connection. As the NASS says, phones melt in the sauna.
AI
Text by Chat GPT
Artificial intelligence (AI) has been a buzzword for a while now and for good reason. According to a report by IDC, worldwide spending on AI systems is expected to reach $98 billion in 2023, up from an estimated $37.5 billion in 2019. The AI technology is incredibly efficient and accurate, it can access more information than humanly possible in a short amount of time, and can customize the information to each person’s needs therefore helping to elevate our lives.
As AI continues to develop we can expect to see more natural and human-like interactions. Imagine a chatbot that can understand your tone of voice and respond appropriately or a virtual assistant that can anticipate your needs before you even ask.
AI has the potential to revolutionize healthcare. From personalized medicine to disease diagnosis and prevention, AI can help us better understand and treat complex health issues.
Self-driving cars powered by AI have already hit the roads, but we can expect to see even more advanced transportation solutions in the future. Imagine flying taxis and autonomous delivery drones zipping around our cities, all powered by AI. While security cameras can use AI to detect potential threats and alert authorities in real time.
AI can help enhance our creativity. AI is already being used to generate new music, art, and even literature. In the future, we may see AI systems that can collaborate with humans to create entirely new forms of artistic expression.
Artificial intelligence (AI) has the potential to revolutionize many aspects of our lives, but there are also concerns about its potential negative effects on society.
One of the biggest concerns is that AI could lead to significant job loss as machines automate more tasks. While new jobs may be created, there could be a significant period of disruption and unemployment as the transition occurs.
AI systems are only as unbiased as the data they are trained on. If this data is biased or discriminatory, then the AI will also be biased and discriminatory, potentially perpetuating existing inequalities.
As AI systems gather and analyze more data about us, there are concerns about privacy and data security. Who has access to this data, and how is it being used? These are important questions that need to be addressed.
AI systems could potentially be used by hackers to launch sophisticated cyber attacks. As AI becomes more advanced, the potential risks and threats will also increase.
Finally, there are concerns that as AI systems become more autonomous and intelligent, humans may lose control over them. This could have serious consequences if these systems are used for harmful purposes.
Of course, these are just a few possibilities. As AI continues to evolve and become more advanced, the potential applications are virtually limitless. The future of AI is exciting, and we can’t wait to see what it holds.
Forging Heritage
The Enduring Legacy of Martin Industries and the Art of Casting
Text by Audwin & Sandi McGee + Photographs by Robert Rausch
Preserving Tradition:
The Timeless Allure of Cast Iron Cookware
A well-used cast iron skillet is a staple in many Southern kitchens. Today cooks around the world appreciate the tradition and function of cast iron, with some pieces dating back over a hundred years. Northwest Alabama has a rich history of producing exceptional castings for cooking pots, skillets, renowned cookstoves, and wood and coal-burning heaters.
As time passes, the significance of iron cookware as a part of our heritage often fades or remains unknown to newer generations. To provide some historical context, let’s delve into the early 1900s.
From Foundry to Flame:
The Rise of Martin Stove & Range Co.
W. H. Martin Sr., a salesman for King Hardware, located near Atlanta, Georgia, played a pivotal role in shaping the cast iron industry. Mr. King enlisted Mr. Martin’s help in assisting a small foundry in Sheffield, Alabama named the Lizzy Loman Stove Works, to increase their output of the products King Hardware needed. The foundry was owned by a husband and wife and after the husband’s passing, Mr. Martin was sent to help with production during the winter months. Impressed by the foundry’s operations, Mr. Martin convinced Mr. King to finance the purchase of the Sheffield foundry.
In 1905, W. H. Martin acquired the Lizzie Loman Stove Works in Sheffield, Alabama, and Mr. Martin was joined by his brother , Charles Martin, in the production and sale of coal and wood heaters, stoves and ranges and renamed it the King Stove & Range Company.
In 1918, the Martin family acquiring the Florence Stove Foundry in Florence, Alabama that originally started in 1888 and was renamed Martin Stove & Range Co. The Martin’s recognized the need for increased production capacity and explored the possibility of partnering with another foundry in Florence. However, upon visiting the foundry, they were appalled by the harsh working conditions. The foundry employed inmates from local prisons, subjecting them to labor-intensive tasks under deplorable circumstances, even using shackles on the walls. Rather than collaborating with them, the Martin’s made the decision to purchase the foundry and instigate significant changes. They ran this newly acquired foundry for 69 years until selling it in 1987 and then became known as “The Foundry of the Shoals.”
In 1939, the Martins ventured to Huntsville, Alabama, to bid on machinery at a bankrupt manufacturing plant. Instead of only purchasing the machinery, they ended up acquiring the entire plant, giving rise to the Martin Stamping and Stove Company. This new company began manufacturing a small line of unvented gas heaters.
Innovation Amidst Adversity:
Martin Industries’ Impact During World War II
When World War II broke out, both foundries shifted their focus to producing magazine heaters for the Army, and Martin Stamping and Stove also contributed to the war effort by manufacturing bomb crates and other materials. After the war, all three companies resumed production of a comprehensive range of gas, coal, and wood heating equipment, solidifying their position in the American market.
Casting Flames:
A Passion Passed Down Through Generations
The history surrounding the foundries in our region encompasses various layers, highlighting the extensive reach of Martin’s products. Martin Industries boasts a rich corporate history, deeply intertwined with the local community. For instance, Sandi, the wife of the author, grew up visiting Martin Industries, where her father dedicated over forty years of service.
Two poignant stories offer a glimpse into the impact of witnessing the casting process. Louis Martin, grandson of W. H. Martin Sr., recalls accompanying his father, Frederick, to the foundry one afternoon. As he observed the activities in the pour room, a man approached him and asked, “Boy, have you ever been to Hell?” When Louis replied that he had not, the man replied, “This is probably as close as you’ll ever come.”
Another story comes from Mr. Van McHalffey, a long-time employee at Martin Industries. After his nine-year-old son accompanied him on a tour of the foundry, the young boy asked, “Dad, how do they pour fire like that?” These accounts illustrate the profound impact of understanding and appreciating the casting process.
The Artistry of Process:
Falling in Love with the Journey
For Sandi, the casting process catalyzed her artistic journey. Inspired by her father and the time she spent visiting Martin Industries, she pursued a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in sculpture with a focus on casting and metal welding at the University of North Alabama. While she also studied in Taos, New Mexico, and Haystack in Deer Isle, Maine, her true education came from her father.
In Sandi’s own words, “When I talk about casting, I’m referring to a process. My father not only taught me about casting but, more importantly, instilled in me a love for the process.” She emphasized the importance of falling in love with the creative process, and continually refining and perfecting it. According to her father, as a producing artist, one must learn to create and sell. Being solely focused on the result without appreciating the journey hinders one’s ability to continue to grow.
Furthermore, Sandi’s father shared his wisdom on business, asserting that a business is either growing or dying. The same principle applies to the process of creation. The product is only as good as the process in which it is created and if you’re in love with the process, the product will be good, the business will be healthy, and the artwork will have value.
Back in the early days, the Martins could never have predicted the profound impact they would have on their community and the country at large. Today, casting metal has become a mainstream industry, permeating various aspects of mainstream business. Their works of art brought a touch of elegance to the area.
Metal, Memories, and Mastery:
Reflections on the Casting Process
Personally, Audwin McGee finds pouring molten metal to be an immensely satisfying experience. He remarks, “For me, it’s hard to explain, but pouring molten metal is one of the most satisfying exercises I have ever experienced, breaking away the shell of the casting and seeing all your hard work come to fruition.”
Audwin shares how the foundries have impacted his career: Out of high school, I had the opportunity to work as a heavy equipment operator for my father’s demolition company at the historic Reynolds Metals Plant. It was there that I witnessed a vast metal pouring operation, working close to the sight of molten aluminum being purified on the old reduction side of Reynolds Metals. Much like Sandi, I was captivated by the intricate handling of the liquid metal. My initial foray into the world of artistic casting involved pouring aluminum, an experience that ignited my passion for the craft.
With the guidance of Sandi’s father, Mitchell, we constructed our first makeshift furnace and embarked on hand pouring of our first bronze pieces. Sadly, Mitchell has passed, but I never work the metal without thinking of him and the crazy furnace he showed us how to build out of a fifty-five-gallon metal drum. The drum was cut in half and lined with Kales Wool and secured with stainless steel wire. This furnace was complete with an old hairdryer for the forced air. We couldn’t get the hole on the top of the furnace sized right to bring the furnace to a proper temperature, so we enlisted a friend, Randall Holland.
In his own right, Randall was an accomplished potter with many years of experience with kilns for his pottery firing. With his help, we soon obtained the proper temperature and made our first pour.
Crafting the Future:
Modern Techniques and the Legacy of Martin Industries
In the present day, the creation of artwork castings predominantly utilizes cutting-edge products derived from the NASA Space Program. One such product, Ceramic Shell, offers remarkable advantages over traditional sand casting—it is easier to work with, lighter, and safer. With its ability to be layered onto various surfaces and capture intricate fingerprint details, Ceramic Shell has revolutionized the casting process. Contemplating the possibilities, we can’t help but wonder what groundbreaking innovations the early Martin foundry operators might have achieved had they possessed access to such advanced materials.
As artists, we are immensely grateful for the profound impact this industry has had on our creative journey and artistic endeavors.
Comforting heat
Text by Josh Quick
I grew up in Montgomery, Alabama, and that lends itself to many a memory of hot summers. My childhood is filled with memories of spending time outside swimming, riding bikes, and the smell of the hot Alabama clay. I would work with my stepfather helping when I could with his landscaping business. During those long workdays, a trip in the work truck with the windows rolled down gave brief relief to the hot Alabama sun. Our workday wasn’t complete without a lunch of sardines and saltines under a shade tree, the smell of fresh dug dirt all around us. All that work under the hot Alabama sun made jumping in the pool at the end of the day so much sweeter.
After high school, I moved to another hot spot in the south, central Florida. In central Florida, the summers are hot, and the air just doesn’t seem to move, ever. I had moved to Florida to go to culinary school and pursue my dream of becoming a chef where I could always be in a hot environment. Kitchens are some of the hottest places on earth, the grills, the heat lamps, the return vents punishing you with the hot summer air. Ask any cook about how hot a kitchen is in the middle of summer. I’m not sure if there are words to describe the heat of a sauté station with ten eyes of blasting fire at you for hours on end. These are the thoughts we cooks have as we move through spring into summer. Hot, like most people can’t relate to, hot.
I’ve spent the past 25 or so years in many of these hot kitchens. I’ve found comfort in the hot confines of clanking pans, shouting cooks, and boiling emotions. So many of us spend time in these hot kitchens, we are part of a society that spans the globe. I worked in another hot kitchen in Peru; though I didn’t speak the same language I was quickly accepted into that chapter of the kitchen society. The heat there was not only temperature, but from the pressure of performing the level of a top 50 restaurant in the world. The hot that is created by the pursuit of perfection takes its toll on even the best cooks. The chef knew quickly which cooks were going to be able to be that hot.
Hot and spicy are my favorite foods. I’m looking for balanced heat. I want flavor, acidity, depth, richness. I want my scalp to sweat and my eyes to water up a bit. Tom Yum soup in Singapore with Whitney, my wife, was all of that. The kind of hot that makes you keep eating until there is no more. That kind of hot creates a euphoric feeling. It’s addicting, it’s passionate. I think about that soup experience a lot. Food hot or cold can be very hot, a plate of food can be sexy. The way the food flows on the plate, the colors, the sauces glisten, the textures; it’s hot.
Hot stokes the emotions of passion, excitement, and fear. My body gets hot when I am nervous or anxious. It’s an uncomfortable hot. This hot is not unlike passionate hot where your blood flows quickly, palms are sweaty, speaking is sometimes difficult. Passionate hot is much more enjoyable though, it sparks the imagination and brings joy. We should all look to lead a hot life.
Not For Sale
Home-made Hot Sauce
by Robert Rausch
Archeological digs have uncovered evidence that chili peppers were consumed in regions all over the world from Peru, Panama, Venezuela, Bahamas, Ecuador, and Mexico as far back as 7000 BC. They are one of the oldest domesticated food products and have been traded between continents for thousands of years.
Hot sauce has a long history as well with many claiming “they were the first” to invent this delicious condiment. But history shows it was the Aztecs who first conjured up a batch and served it with a meal.
There are as many recipes and varieties of sauces as there have been years since it was unearthed that humans have been consuming this delicious fiery fruit, with ingredients ranging from every kind of fruit and vegetable imaginable to molasses and beer. Some are so hot that just one drop can make you wish you never heard those two words and yet others are so delicious there isn’t anything you wouldn’t drip a drop on.
A simple, classy, and delicious recipe is always a best bet. Fresh red jalapeño chiles: Red jalapeños are slightly sweeter and spicier than the red variety. You can certainly swap them out for any chile of choice to suit your taste preferences.
Ingredients
I pound chilis: Red or Green chilis from the local market.
1 cup white vinegar: white vinegar is the most common vinegar variety. But, apple cider, white wine, etc. can be used in a pinch!
1 tablespoon salt: No good sauce would be complete without the addition of salt, which brings all hot sauce flavors to life.
Directions
1. Simmer all hot sauce ingredients in a pot on the stovetop until the chilis are soft.
2. Carefully blend the chili mixture in a food processor or blender until smooth.
3. Transfer the mixture to a bottle.
MUSIC TO MY MOUTH
Text by Celeste Pillow
When visiting Montreal for the first time, I understandably began to scavenge for the best food — from street food to fine dining. If you have visited Montreal and are interested in food, you already know that the people behind Joe Beef and its sibling restaurants are at the forefront of the dining scene. While we couldn’t secure a spot at Joe Beef, we decided to wing it and go to their no-reservation policy restaurant, Le Vin Papillon.
Upon entering the double vestibule of Le Vin Papillon, we were briskly moved toward the hostess holding the prized wait list. Since they do not, or did not, take reservations, we were knowingly there to put our name down and leave until they called us. Instead, what we encountered was the most welcome and delicate push to wait in line against the wall like the others.
At first, we felt this was not something we had signed up for — until the staff began performing what we soon deemed to be a thoroughly practiced ballet of service. Immediately, we had champagne flutes in our hands while a magnum of bubbles was delightfully being poured into them. As soon as we tilted our glasses and allowed this luscious liquid to funnel its way through our cold bodies, instantly warming us up, we knew we were at the right place. What were we drinking though? It was undeniably phenomenal, tickling our taste buds in a way that I was unfamiliar with.
After inquiring about the liquid gold we were consuming, we learned that it was a skin-contact sparkling wine. You might be asking yourself “What on earth is that?” Skin-contact wines are white wines made in the style of red, meaning the winemakers leave the skins on for a desired amount of time, making it orange in hue as well as instilling body and tannins. I had certainly seen and tried an orange wine before, but the category was still an anomaly for me. However, after those bubbles, I knew I was a believer and wanted to ingest more.
As we found our way to our seats at the bar and perused the menu, we were wildly content. After we spotted the alluringly delicious aged ham on the shaving board and eyed everyone’s food around us, we had an idea of how to proceed. Each simple and masterfully executed plate exceeded our expectations. That jambon still lives in my memories — mostly as a reminder of how it melted in my mouth and literally caused me to order another for dessert.
The natural wines that we devoured made us want to dance in our seats, forming more questions in my hamster brain, and inspiring me to immediately learn and try more. Everything about this complex production we walked into was so well planned, my mind was genuinely blown. In what world does a restaurant inform you there is an hour wait and you find yourself happily willing to do so? Apparently, all you need is a magnum of orange bubbles and everyone is smiling.
Time passed in ways that it would never have otherwise. I often think of my time at Le Vin Papillon with fondness. The gem of a world we found ourselves in overjoyed us beyond measure. Not only is it one of my favorite dining experiences to date, it also solidified my interest and further pursuit into the world of natural wine.
My relationship with wine has changed so much after becoming a natural wine enthusiast. Not only has this passion allowed me to more fully understand winemaking, but it has also provided me with extensive knowledge about what I am putting into my body. While so many of us think about the food that goes in, not many think about the beverages. In today’s world, we see that natural wines are in fact hot, but if you think they are a fad you are wildly mistaken. This is the way wine has been made for centuries — why alter it? Forget the added sugars, forget the preservatives and forget modern-day machinery. But remember this: wine is and should be, simply put, fermented grape juice — just like nature intended.
Men in Jeans
Text by Bradley Quinn
One by one, the ballerinas filed past the Customs officials, each stating she had nothing to declare. Each wore a pair of American-made jeans, rolled up around the ankles and cinched tightly at the waist. Heavy overcoats concealed the bulk that the outsized jeans created, hiding the masculine styles bought for Russian men. This was Moscow airport in the winter of 1972, and the jeans being smuggled in plain sight had been obtained secretly during the ballerinas’ US tour. The Levi’s jeans the women were sneaking past the officials were hot commodities in the USSR, and arguably the most inflated form of Cold War currency ever exchanged between East and West.
The cult status held by American jeans in Communist-era Russia is well-documented today, but the history hides a deeper truth. Jeans, with their workwear origins and classless associations, expressed solidarity with Communist values while injecting capitalist cachet into a spartan menswear economy. Yet, as brands like Levi’s signaled anti-Soviet dissent, their black-market value in the 1970s had a profound effect on the future of American jeans.
Throughout the decade, men’s jeans underwent drastic changes. Paris-based designers Marithé and François Girbaud engineered new cuts that gave men’s jeans a better fit. As Adriano Goldschmeid was co-founding Diesel in Italy, pan-European jeans label Liberto was creating a men’s line characterised by tailored designs. In the US, The French Jean Store in New York introduced the new European styles to male customers. The boutique sold brands such as Chipie and MacKeen, who created fits that were slimmer and more tailored than those offered by American denim brands at the time.
Eager to cash in on the lucrative market beginning to emerge, designers Calvin Klein and Gloria Vanderbilt each launched an initiative to compete with European styles. The two brands worked independently, but along with labels such as Fiorucci, Sasson, Jordache, and Sergio Valente, they pioneered the “designer jeans” movement. Initially, these brands targeted womenswear markets, redesigning traditional masculine styles for young, body-conscious consumers.
Calvin Klein launched his designer jeans collection at Bloomingdales, in 1976. At the time, it was widely known that a pair of Levi’s could be sold for as much as $100 on the black market in Russia, roughly ten times the normal price. Klein’s designer jeans sold for a whopping $50, which he justified with a startling explanation. The designer drew parallels between the USA and the former USSR and the jeans brands their respective consumers revered. Describing his jeans as “sexy”, Klein was confident that his sleeker, distinctively feminine look would be worth every cent.
Although Calvin Klein’s first jeans were made for women, the effect that they had on male consumers was profound. Klein launched erotically charged media campaigns showing models in provocative poses. As Calvin Klein aligned jeans with sex appeal, he revolutionized the way they were perceived. Designer jeans transformed how men saw denim on women and paved the way for tailored menswear versions.
Calvin Klein captured these attributes in the advertising campaign for the men’s line, where they were conveyed by square-jawed, handsome men who could easily be liked and admired by others. The models were uncompromising in their masculinity, and their sex appeal to women was clear. The message was subtle, but deliberate: jeans could heighten a man’s sex appeal, making them a cornerstone of male sexuality.
Klein was one of the first to identity the shift among male consumers, launching a menswear jeans line in 1977. This time, Klein used a different rationale to justify his prices. Speaking to male consumers, the designer explained that jeans, “used to be cheap, and did not require any attention to their design…now they are specially designed to suit individual tastes.”
As the 1980s dawned, they marked a watershed moment in menswear history. They ushered in a fresh vision of what men’s jeans could mean, while empowering the wearers to explore new identities. Jeans could combine key self-expressions in a single item, promising status, body consciousness, sex appeal, and even the potential for social mobility. Lee Jeans introduced the figurehead known as ‘The Striver,’ who encapsulated the sharply-dressed, upwardly mobile man pursuing a career in America’s post-war economy. Jeans had once been the workwear uniform of miners, cowboys, railroaders, and pioneers, but these new attributes transformed them into an object of desire for actors, pop stars, and athletes.
Against this background, the significance of factors as diverse as Cold War economies, global trade, womenswear styles, and male sexuality come into play. The luxury status that jeans achieved under Communism was later reflected in the “designer” versions made for men in the West. The Eastern Bloc nations were far from North America, yet markets as distant as Japan would come to influence the development of American jeans to an even greater degree. As the inspirations and innovations that transformed jeans over time are considered, they reveal the important role they play in defining men in the present day.
Rebellion and Revolt
Ageless, timeless, and classic, jeans are considered to have an iconic status within men’s fashion. Legendary Hollywood actor John Wayne was one of the first men to discover the image-making potential jeans have, and used them to dramatic effect. In 1939, Wayne played an American cowboy in the film Stagecoach, wearing a pair of buckle-back Levi’s in every scene. The actor walked with a characteristic swagger and interacted with his jeans in ways that made them an indistinguishable part of the character he portrayed. He tugged at the cinch-back strap across the back of his jean’s waistband and struck matches along the leg seams. An iconic image of a denim-wearing cowboy emerged from the film, and it created a stereotype of masculinity that continues to prevail.
More than a decade later, Hollywood played a critical role in the transformation of denim workwear into everyday fashion items. In the 1950s, films featuring actors such as Marlon Brando, James Dean, and Steve McQueen portrayed jeans-wearing rebels as heroes that everyday men could aspire to become. Films such as Rebel Without a Cause brought America’s youth-centric counterculture to the heart of the movie industry, introducing the concept of ‘cool’ as they showed what young men should drink, smoke, and wear. Brando and Dean were seen wearing jeans with white T-shirts, leather jackets, and biker boots, inspiring men to pair jeans with these accessories. Several of the looks they created became iconic American styles associated with brands such as Lee, and the casual mode of dressing they represented inspired more versatility in the male wardrobe.
From the end of the 1950s, jeans became subcultural symbols for youth movements such as mods, rockers, greasers, hippies, and punks, sometimes representing anarchy as much as rebellion. The shift from casual cool to counterculture widened the appeal that jeans held for men everywhere, transforming them into one of the most uniquely inclusive items in the male wardrobe.
Denim Revival
The renaissance enjoyed by jeans in recent decades has led to greater awareness of the history behind them. Until recently, the blue-colored cotton fabric known as denim was believed to have originated in the French city of Nîmes. Known in France as “serge de Nîmes”, the name was contracted to “denim” during the nineteenth century when it arrived at foreign ports. Denim’s hallmark indigo color was derived from a dye extracted from the Indigofera tinctoria plant, a species cultivated in parts of Africa, Asia and North America. It was sold alongside a similar cotton fabric exported from Genoa, Italy, inspiring foreign merchants to coin the term ‘jean’.
The jeans revival arose in tandem with new approaches developed in Japan, where designers and artisans advanced sustainable denim and pioneered new cuts. Jeans produced by the Pure Blue Japan brand and the group of labels collectively known as the “Osaka Five” (Studio D’Artisan, Evisu, Denime, Fullcount, and Warehouse Japan) gained cult status amongst European and North American consumers. Labels such as these offer men limited edition jeans featuring innovative herringbone weaves or textured pin stripes. They also offer handstitched details and surprising nuances of color.
In Los Angeles, the jeans revival attracted interest from celebrities, and stars began wearing denim to gala events. Some of Hollywood’s leading men were inspired to become directly involved with the design and manufacture of jeans. Actor Jason Momoa, known for his roles in drama series Game of Thrones and science fiction film Dune, wore customised jeans designed by Schaeffer’s Garment Hotel while filming Road to Paloma. Momoa worked collaboratively with the brand to recreate the customized jeans made for his character and sell them to mainstream consumers.
Model and an actor John Adewumi rose to fame following a successful ad campaign with Lee Jeans. Adewumi signposted the brand’s casual cool approach and made it relevant to the edgy counterculture consumer group emerging in North America, Asia and Europe. Adewumi amplified many of Lee’s core values and widened their appeal to younger audiences.
Throughout their history, a wide variety of influences has made men’s jeans what they are today. In early times, they were synonymous with masculinity and hard labor, at others, they were made in styles virtually indistinguishable from their womenswear counterparts. Previously, film, television, and advertising engineered their transformation into symbols of youth culture, rebellion, and luxury, but now the meanings ascribed to jeans lie in the hands of the wearers themselves. As a new generation of male consumers discovers fresh potentials for jeans, the innovations that result are heralding a long and promising future to come.
“Sacrifice #2: Smoked Anna’s Garden Dress and Bedsprings,” Alabama Chanin, 2011, from the Southern Foodways Alliance Barbecue exhibition at the Powerhouse, Oxford, Mississippi, photographed by Robert Rausch, 2023.
Smoked Dresses
Text by Angie Mosie
The permeation of smoke into fiber, hair, wood, flesh, and even non-porous materials is real. Smoke can be incredibly damaging or enhance and even preserve. In October of 2012, the Southern Foodways Alliance hosted its 15th annual fall symposium with this one being the second to date that they dedicated to the subject of barbecue. The organization has always been committed to exploring, documenting, and celebrating the changing foodways of the American South and around this time, the SFA team had doubled down on their efforts to obtain input from diverse voices from many mediums.
As symposium attendees entered the main venue a multi-sensory installation begged them to ponder what conversations about barbecue could be explored beyond technique, recipes, and sauces. Photographer Landon Nordeman’s stark portraits of barbecue pitmasters took the cooks out of dark pitrooms and wood-paneled restaurants and photographed them against a pure white background presenting them as smoky angels who bring their heavenly flavors to the public through fire and smoke. The large format prints were hung along the walls and floated from the ceiling along with intricately embroidered and beaded dresses from Natalie Chanin’s team of artisans based in her Florence, Alabama fashion house, Alabama Chanin. The dresses were made from white cotton jersey, embellished with patterns and beads—essentially wedding dresses and upon first look, seemed smudged or even dirty but then one realized that the incredible smoke smell that hit you when you walked into the room was coming from the dresses themselves.
“For years John T. Edge (then director of the SFA), had been thinking about how to do some kind of “smell-o-vision” experience at the symposium. Launching the 2012 barbecue event enveloped in smoke scent was the catalyst for the smoked dresses.” Explains Melissa Booth Hall, Co-Director of the SFA, “When you hang out with a pitmaster, working a burn barrel and barbecue pit for the day, your clothes and hair smell of smoke for days. At first, we thought about getting our friend and pitmaster Drew Robinson to smoke some canvas to hang about but then we thought of Natalie and her dresses. We called her and asked, ‘do you have some old dresses laying around that we could put in a barbecue smoker?’”
Natalie was immediately into it and wondered, “What if you smoked white dresses embroidered from top to bottom and threw them on the smoker? What would happen? Would they catch fire? I drove them to Jim ‘N Nick’s Bar-B-Q in Birmingham where Drew and I put them in the smoker and arranged them on the racks. It ended up taking about 12-14 hours for them to really get ‘smoked’ and we flipped them about halfway through, just like cooking a hog.”
The dresses turned a beautiful, brown butter color and the beads became like shiny, caramelized bits. “I was proud of the installation with Landon’s photos—it was a highlight of my career,” says Chanin. Natalie mounted the smoked dresses on old, metal bedsprings like country pitmasters used as racks to cook and flip whole hogs on during the long barbecue process. The result of using the springs to mount the dresses for display was not only a nod to the ingenious recycling as cooking racks but also as a metaphor for so many things revolving around the technique, bedsprings, domestic arts, the result of heat and time and the sacrifices made on those altars.
“Sacrifice #4: Smoked Maggie’s Dress and Bedsprings,” Alabama Chanin, 2011, from the Southern Foodways Alliance Barbecue exhibition at the Powerhouse, Oxford, Mississippi, photographed by Robert Rausch, 2023.
Glove: BBQ series: One glove used by Stephen Grady to handle wood at Grady’s BBQ in Dudley, NC.
From the Southern Foodways Alliance Barbecue exhibition. Photo by Landon Nordman.
Inset image detail from the “Procession Dress,” Alabama Chanin, 2008, from the Ceremony exhibition at GAS Design Center, Tuscumbia, Alabama, photographed by Robert Rausch, 2008.
Full detail from the “Smoked Procession Dress,” Alabama Chanin, 2011, from the Southern Foodways Alliance Barbecue exhibition at the Powerhouse, Oxford, Mississippi, photographed by Robert Rausch, 2023.
Ceremony exhibition at GAS Design Center, Tuscumbia, Alabama, photographed by Robert Rausch, 2008.
“Sacrifice #1: Smoked Procession Dress and Bedsprings,” Alabama Chanin, 2011, from the Southern Foodways Alliance Barbecue exhibition at the Powerhouse, Oxford, Mississippi, photographed by Robert Rausch, 2023.
Detail of “Sacrifice #3: Smoked Angie’s Fall Dress with Skirt and Bedsprings,” photographed by Robert Rausch, 2023.
Paula Crown
Interview with theStudio Journal
Artist Paula Crown’s two-part exhibition project #solotogether, curated by Craig Drennen. The exhibit continues Crown’s ongoing artistic series; the sculptures endeavor to create connections, provoke pause, and offer a critical examination of how we shape the world and how in turn the world defines us.
The bronze sculpture Resilience, on view at the top of the Channel Gardens at the Rockefeller Center, alludes to the devastating environmental impact of single-use plastics, reminding us of humankind’s resilience and innate ability to transfer energy even through the most mundane of objects.
The second part of the exhibition is on view in the Rink Level Gallery, formerly the Rockefeller Center post office. An extensive investigation of the familiar crushed Solo cup through a dynamic cast sculpture floor installation; a new suite of photographs; a newly recorded audio work; and a site-specific wall piece.
tSJ: Why the Solo cup? What first interested you in this iconic American party cup?
Paula Crown: There is a difference between looking and seeing. Intense visual focus and imagination can yield new points of view. Contexts can alter and expand. The red Solo cup holds many connotations for me. It is a playful form as the iconic cheerful bright red signifies parties and social life. It is a plastic form meant to be convenient, consumed, and “trashed” if you will. I’m interested in its multifaceted place in our culture, stuck somewhere between an era of abundance for many where convenience has been paramount and the era we are entering now—defined by limited resources, changing climates, and responsibility for that convenience excess. Single-use plastics are something “cheap” that we can no longer afford. The plastic cup is a conduit of social energy. We hold these in our hands at gatherings and we mark them, consciously or not. I wanted to bring attention to the uniqueness of each gesture expressed through these cups by replicating them directly. They are indices of touch and presence.
tSJ: You chose plaster for recreating these objects. What was your thought process behind the material choice?
Paula Crown: I look for the best way to manifest an idea through material. For Solo Together, the characteristics of the mark dictated the use of plaster. The installation reflects an experience and an intrinsic response to society and our surroundings.
There is meaning in distancing the symbol of the artwork from the original icon of the red Solo cup. My intention was not only to replicate the form but to offset the sculptures from the forms in culture. There is an uncanny weight to each of these forms because they are uniquely cast from plaster. The inside of each cup is organic and less refined than the sleek interior of a plastic cup. These sculptures imply an interiority. They are vessels of the emotional energy of the holder.
tSJ: The installation of over 230 cups resembles a party gone wrong. What is your thought process behind this?
Paula Crown: Thinking about the connotations of this form lead me to think about social anxiety and how the fear of missing out (FOMO) is amplified in our contemporary moment. Social media platforms reinforce being seen at the scene. The trope of everyone at a party together with the same red cup presumes, at least visually, a certain unity or homogenous togetherness. What we experience is the juxtaposition of connectedness and a nervous desire to be included and never isolated. Are we ever really present and not mediating an experience with our cell phone cameras? Are we all just in separate solos together?
There is meaning in distancing the symbol of the artwork from the original icon of the red Solo cup. My intention was not only to replicate the form but to offset the sculptures from the forms in culture. There is an uncanny weight to each of these forms because they are uniquely cast from plaster. The inside of each cup is organic and less refined than the sleek interior of a plastic cup. These sculptures imply an interiority. They are vessels of the emotional energy of the holder.
tSJ: Are there certain questions the viewer should be asking?
Paula Crown: Can I look more closely? Capturing the viewer’s curiosity and offering a moment to pause and inspire conversation is important. At first, I think people are attracted to the sculptures formally. Are they really just cups? The bold color draws people in and evokes personal memories of the form. After that initial feeling of “What happened here?” and “What party did I miss?” I hope questions about the marks and materials open up.
This work is a memento mori. It speaks to the transience of our experiences, material goods, and what we leave behind.
I hope to prompt questions about our larger interrelationship with each other and our environment. “What happens to all this plastic? Who cleans this up and takes it away? Where does it all go?”
tSJ: Sadly we are a very wasteful society. What do you do in your work life to help alleviate single-use plastic?
Paula Crown: It’s a shared concern of contemporary society. I look for ways that we can push art practices further toward sustainable and less toxic. It’s a challenge. I frequently reuse existing materials and experiment with newly formulated technologies in my work. PAHC / studio•lab received Gold LEED status for its sustainability and healthy environment. Beyond practicing this consciousness in the studio, I think about how the work itself can evoke awareness of our society’s struggle with managing our planet’s resources and consider the lasting marks we leave on our environment. There is no Planet B.
Franck Gérard
Artificial Intelligence Creating Real Art
Franck Gérard is a self-taught French visual artist who lives and works in Angers, France.
A designer of computer graphics for architecture for 20 years and a technology consultant, he started to showcase his personal vector graphics work.
Curious about everything, his passions are art in all its forms, architecture, fashion, and technology.
Inspired by the great artistic movements of the 20th century, his approach is to propose new “retro-futuristic” artworks using digital tools.
Algorithms and technology help us to understand better how we work and force us to rediscover the world. Technology and artificial intelligence in art offer an unlimited range of possibilities.
Franck defines a visual concept that he writes down with precision. The description can take up several pages of text.
He creates a mood board with his research.
Performing various tests to understand how the algorithm will interpret the input data he then will make the necessary adjustments.
Once the algorithm interprets all the data in an optimal way, Franck will select the images that are closest to the visual concept. He then will clean up the images with Photoshop and enlarges them to the proper size.
Creating a Vision
Text by Chat GPT
Artificial intelligence (AI) has been on the forefront of technology advancements, and it has even found its way into the art world. While many have raised concerns about the impact of AI on creativity, it’s important to weigh the pros and cons of its incorporation in art creation.
One of the benefits of using AI in art is its ability to create unique and intricate works that would be difficult for humans to produce. For example, AI systems can generate abstract images, music, and even poetry that would have been impossible to create without its computational capabilities. Additionally, AI can learn from existing works of art and create entirely new versions using the same style or technique.
Another advantage of AI in art is its ability to save time and reduce costs. Instead of bringing in a team of artists to create a work, an AI system can quickly generate a high-quality piece of art without the need for human input.
However, one of the main concerns with AI in art is that it could replace human creativity altogether. Creativity is inherently human, and it’s what sets us apart from machines. While AI can replicate existing styles, it may lack the cerebral and emotional qualities that are essential to creating truly original pieces of art.
Moreover, AI in art could lead to a dependency on technology, resulting in the loss of traditional art-making skills among humans. This could lead to significant job losses in the art industry, as artists depend on their skills to create their livelihoods.
Ultimately, the incorporation of AI in the creation of art has its advantages and disadvantages, and it’s important to weigh them carefully. Creativity is a complex concept that involves a deep understanding of human experience, which AI may never fully comprehend. As such, AI in art should be seen as a complementary tool to human creativity rather than a replacement. Nevertheless, we should embrace technology and explore how it can help us create new forms of art, pushing the boundaries of human imagination.
The Temperature of Rock & Roll
Text + Photo by Eli Milliman
Water boils atop the gas range. I pause before adding a handful of kosher salt. “That’s kind of how sound works,” I muse.
An athlete warms up, gets their heart going, blood pumping, body temperature elevated. Singers warm up voices; horn players warm up horns with the heat of their breath, the vibration of the notes, the embrace of their hands. All people and things seem to have a peak performance temperature.
I’ve tried making love when the temperature is too cold. It’s a frustrating experience. There’s a reason we don’t associate cold with sexy.
I continue to stare at my boiling water. Molecular attraction increases as heat rises and molecules escape as steam.
Light isn’t like that. Light particles always move at the same speed no matter if it comes from a blue star or the little flashlight in my iphone. Temperature has nothing to do with it.
Later, I run my hands across the strings of one of my electric guitars. They feel cold and tight, but I know the heat of my hands will make them warm and slinky in a few minutes. Holding the body of the guitar against my body would soon increase the temperature of the wood making it expand; breathing, vibrating more freely, increasing the sustain and harmonics of each note.
Guitars are like people: They long for the warmth of intimacy. A guitar wants to be held, touched, caressed delicately at times and playfully manhandled at others. Every guitar wants the player to have a passionate, scorching, volcanic affair with it. The term, rock & roll, is just a euphemism for sex, after all.
An electric guitar is only half of the sound equation, however. The other half is the amplifier and speakers. Guitar, amp, and speaker are all one instrument to create sound just as the fire and the pot are one instrument in cooking food. What good is a pot without heat?
With a flip of a switch my guitar amp lights up. My favorite amp, covered in purple Tolex as an homage to Prince, is a replica of the original AC15 guitar amp circuit first created in 1959. Sixty-four years later I question if we’ve ever made a better guitar amp, a better heat for the pot. The glass tubes in the back of the amp glow a bright orange, the cathode heating the electrons inside, “boiling” the electrons out into the vacuum of the tube. Before long the tubes will heat up anywhere from 140° to around 420° Fahrenheit. Don’t touch.
I’ve used amplifiers without tubes in them. By comparison they feel cold and lifeless; no fire in the glass tubes, no warmth. My tube amp is heating up the room before I even play a note. The air is beginning to move before I ever pluck a string. Atoms and molecules bustle around me as I turn up the volume. In a moment I will be plucking a guitar string, the vibration will travel through magnets and wire and then through those burning hot tubes and then the signal will vibrate the speakers moving more air, atoms, molecules.
I will crank that volume knob and strike those strings until it sounds…hot.
Okay Kenedi
Text by Michael Shane Wright + Photography by Robert Rausch
Stylist + Hair & Makeup by Kimberly DeLape
Hot. Direct. Intense. Impactful. Honest.
Okay Kenedi is more than an artist. She is a force of nature. Her lyrics are often so direct, so impactful, so intense, so…absolutely honest that they cut through the noise of everyday life and arrest our movement. They crash zoom our focus from whatever it was we were dwelling on to some profound truth we’d lost track of – things we knew as a child but protectively hid away in our heart as an adult. Okay has perfected the art of telling the truth – and it’s not that modern notion of “her” truth. She speaks “the” truth – often times with little concern for the consequence. She will not let us pretend the emperor is clothed. She writes songs that describe the emperor in perfect clarity.
She speaks honestly and we can’t pretend we didn’t hear what she said. When she introduces a song on stage and says, “This song is about the root of my people-pleasing problem” she’s being completely vulnerable. She’s cutting her soul open and allowing us to peer inside. When she speaks about losing a friend and finding herself feeling lonely and wistful on their birthday, we get it. When she asks her lover to linger by the door a little longer before leaving, we understand, and we feel that same wanting.
She speaks of the base elements; water, land, fire…and we find ourselves learning again. We find ourselves wanting to learn more. We find ourselves laughing, crying, feeling warm inside, or cold. We remember our pains, joys, disappointments, hurts, triumphs, failures. We feel them in real time. We feel them deeply.
If anything describes Okay Kenedi and her songs it’s the word hot. The intensity, the directness, the total honesty of her art – these all are logs on a roaring fire. Her music is indeed a raging forest fire reaping destruction, and cleansing, and opportunity for new healthy growth. Her lyrics clear the undergrowth of our baggage and issues and hidden gunk. They leave us with the bare, naked, honest truth, and we must deal with it. She says the thing that can’t be ignored.
I’ve written in these pages before about Okay Kenedi. I’ve declared here my belief in the long reach her music will have. With the passing of time, I am only more certain of the global success that lies ahead for her. I have enjoyed the benefit of being with her as her career is being formed. At this stage her live performances are typically in rooms of 100 people or less. In that setting I can still see up close and personal the way her music hits a listener and moves them – and I don’t think I will ever tire of it.
Okay Kenedi is a member of a small cadre – the greats.
Aretha Franklyn at the Apollo, Harlem, New York, 1971. Photo by Chester Higgins © copyright 1970. All Rights Reserved.
Swamp Thing
Meditations on hot music, with a little help from Billy Reid
Text by Paul Underwood
“It’s too hot to sleep / And time is running away.”
It’s mid-August in the year 2000, and I’m sweating through the night in the middle of Missouri. I attempt to sleep in a loft bed stationed in my dorm room, where my struggle is amplified by the lack of air conditioning. Are the walls sweating, or is that just a heat-induced mirage? Up near the ceiling, I feel blanketed by the hot and humid air, the sheer sweatiness of it all preventing anything like a good night’s sleep. I’m heartsick and anxious, anything but comfortable.
Around that time, the words of Bob Dylan’s “Not Dark Yet,” from his then-recent album Time Out of Mind, resonated through my skull. As with anything he sings, he sounds like he means it, like he knows exactly what I’m feeling. It doesn’t hurt that, on another song on the album (one that opens with the line “The air is getting hotter”), he rasps, “When I was in Missouri, they would not let me be,” without specifying who the “they” is (the hot droplets of humidity, perhaps?). I’m relating to the album, is the point here.
So when I think of “hot” music, I often think of Bob, and that moment, when I was sweating through the sheets, haunted by a song recorded in the thick Miami air with the producer Daniel Lanois, on an album invariably described as “swampy,” including by the singer himself. That, to me, is hot music.
And yet, ask someone knowledgeable — like, say, the fashion designer Billy Reid, who grew up in Louisiana “in the swamp,” as he puts it, and now lives and works down the road from where the Swampers helped define the Muscle Shoals sound — and he might talk about hot music in the sense of Billboard’s Hot 100: Popular, beloved. Aretha Franklin and Duane Allman, sure — “There’s not many things they didn’t do that wasn’t hot,” he says — but also Cardi B, whose inimitable swagger and lyricism produced an undeniable heat from her first album five years ago through today.
So while hot music can mean different things to different people, there’s still something tangible at work. Take the song The Weight by The Band. The album version, recorded by the group’s four Canadian members and one Arkansan, is stately and spare, a product of their residency in Woodstock, New York. Add Mavis Staples, as The Band did for The Last Waltz, and it goes to another place, a warmer place — closer in climate to the Nazareth of Jesus’s birth than Nazareth, Pennsylvania, which supposedly inspired the song’s opening lines.
But put the song into the hands of Aretha Franklin and Duane Allman, recording with the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section just a year later, and it becomes something altogether funkier, looser, hotter. Or consider her version of “Eleanor Rigby.” On the Beatles’ Revolver, the song is chilly — you can feel the haunted air of the song’s graveyard setting in your bones.
On This Girl’s in Love With You, the same 1970 album with “The Weight,” Aretha gives it a searing makeover, personifying the title character as a badass, defiantly picking up after someone else’s wedding, overlooked and underappreciated. Notably, she skips the part about how “No one was saved” — with Aretha and Duane, there’s no doubt that everyone, even you, will be saved.
Ironically, that song was recorded in the same Miami studio where Dylan would lay down Time Out of Mind 30 years later. Is there something in the Miami air? Or in the New Orleans air, which gave much the same feel to Dylan’s Oh, Mercy, also recorded with Daniel Lanois? You don’t need me to remind you of New Orleans’ musical legacy, where enslaved people passed down the rhythms that would come to form jazz, the quintessential American art form, performed by groups like Louis Armstrong’s Hot Fives and Hot Sevens. (And imitated as far away as Paris, where Django Reinhardt performed with his Quintette de Hot Club of France, in homage.)
You can trace “hot” music from the earliest recorded jazz through early rockabilly (the manic teenaged stirrings of “Red Hot,” best recorded by Billy Lee Riley and produced by Sam Phillips at Sun Studios in Memphis), from Jerry Lee Lewis’s hellacious “Great Balls of Fire” through Andre 3000 declaring “The South got something to say” after winning Best New Rap Group at the 1995 Source Awards on the backs of Southernplaylisticadillacmuzik, the ur-text of hot Southern hip-hop if ever there were one. You can hear it today (in both senses) in the scorching sounds of Bad Bunny or fiery Afrobeat songs from Lagos.
And yet. There is a flip side to sweaty, passionate, hot music. Much the same way people in hot climates evolved to eat spicy foods because it helps cool the body down, there is a form of hot music that’s languid, the equivalent of a slushy rum concoction (or an ice-cold beer) on a sweltering day. Think of reggae or early rocksteady, music that moves you, but just enough. Or come to my hometown of Austin, Texas, and hear the countless musicians invoking the laid-back sound of Willie Nelson (or, if you’re in luck and in Luck, maybe you’ll catch the man himself).
When summer hits — and here, it lasts for six long months — I reach for my reggae and rocksteady playlists. I once knew someone who kept a few such albums on vinyl in his car, along with a swimsuit, just on the off-chance a pool party might break out somewhere. I think this is the right attitude. Fundamentally, hot music is a state of mind — ideally one that finds you poolside with a mai tai, rather than sleepless on a balmy Missouri night.
WOODSTOCK Photo of Bob DYLAN, posed, outside Byrdcliff home
(Photo by Elliott Landy/Redferns)
The Muscle Shoals Music Industry
Is Hot Again
Text by Rodney Hall
The Muscle Shoals music industry is hot again! Dating back to the early 2000s, years before the award-winning documentary Muscle Shoals, the Shoals area’s music scene began to percolate as a fresh wave of artists like the Drive-by Truckers, Gary Nichols, and St. Paul & the Broken Bones started to gain some attention around the industry. The duo Civil Wars, featuring Shoals native John Paul White, had won two Grammys for their smash hit Barton Hollow and received wide acclaim.
The Shoals boasts a rich and storied musical history dating back to the 1960s. It was during this time that the area became a hub for recording studios and session musicians, who contributed to the creation of some of the era’s most iconic and influential music. Today, the Muscle Shoals music industry continues to thrive, albeit within a vastly different landscape. When I began working full-time at FAME Studios in the mid-90s I noticed a rather unsettling fact: I was one of the youngest members of the entire music industry. In fact, 95% of the aging Shoals music community was more than a decade older than me. At the time, there were still two functioning commercial studios in operation, along with FAME Publishing and a handful of talented songwriters—such as Walt Aldridge, Tommy Brasfield, Mac McAnally, Robert Byrne, Gary Baker, and Mark Narmore—who kept the Muscle Shoals Sound very much alive through their hundreds of hit songs.
Throughout the years the common denominator has always been the human element. Real instruments, genuine singers, and authentic songs remain at the heart of the Muscle Shoals Sound. The presence of talented musicians and producers, insistent on success, was key to the early achievements of Muscle Shoals. Notable figures from this era include my father, Rick Hall, who founded FAME Studios, as well as Norbert Putnam, Dan Penn, Spooner Oldham, Arthur Alexander, Peanut Montgomery, Jerry Carrigan, Terry Thompson, and David Briggs, who together crafted “the Muscle Shoals Sound.”
The next generation introduced David Hood, Jimmy Johnson, Roger Hawkins, Pete Carr, Eddie Hinton, and Barry Beckett, followed by the multiple iterations of the FAME Gang. These three rhythm sections produced some of the era’s most iconic songs, such as Respect by Aretha Franklin, When a Man Loves a Woman by Percy Sledge, I’ll Take You There by the Staple Singers, Patches by Clarence Carter, Mustang Sally by Wilson Pickett, Steal Away by Jimmy Hughes, Old Time Rock n Roll by Bob Seger, and Tonight’s the Night by Rod Stewart. These are just a few examples of the hundreds of hit records that emerged from the Shoals during its golden years.
The Muscle Shoals sound is characterized by its soulful, gritty, and bluesy feel, emerging from a convergence of influences such as gospel, country, rock, and blues. The music from this scene possesses a rawness and authenticity that sets it apart from other genres of the time. These factors remain integral to the Muscle Shoals Sound; however, in recent years, it has undergone a rebirth of sorts with artists like Jason Isbell, John Paul White, and Dylan LeBlanc. These artists infuse new sounds and voices into the music, attracting a fresh audience.
In 2013, the award-winning documentary Muscle Shoals was released, chronicling the history of the Shoals and its worldwide impact on the music industry. Since the documentary’s release, the simmering Muscle Shoals music industry, that had started in the early 2000s, has ignited, marked by studio and publishing successes as well as the emergence of a thriving music tourism industry.
Since 2013, Shoals area residents have brought home nine Grammy Awards with several more nominations. Jason Isbell won four Grammys with the music he has written and then recorded with his group the 400 Unit, half of whom are Shoals natives. Jason, alongside his manager Traci Thomas, has launched the successful multi-day festival known as Shoalsfest.
Shoals’ songwriters, such as Chris Tompkins, have achieved notable success. Tompkins has penned four #1 singles for Florida Georgia Line and a #3 hit with Dierks Bentley’s Drunk on a Plane. Other songwriters like James LeBlanc, Mark Narmore, Billy Lawson, and Phillip White continue to have their songs recorded by major recording artists.
The studios have welcomed over 100,000 tourists from every continent. Renowned artists such as Steven Tyler, Alison Krauss, Demi Lovato, Alan Jackson, Keb Mo, The Revivalists, Jack White, Jamey Johnson, Michael McDonald, Vince Gill, and Brent Smith of Shinedown have all recorded in our state-of-the-art facilities. FAME had the distinct privilege of hosting Gregg Allman for what he knew would be his final recording. This poignant moment added a special touch to the Allman Brothers’ legacy, as they had completed some of their earliest recordings at FAME. Gregg’s album was masterfully produced by industry legend Don Was, known for his work with the Rolling Stones, Bonnie Raitt, and John Mayer.
In recent years, the Shoals has attracted numerous award-winning engineers, songwriters, musicians, and managers, who have chosen this vibrant locale as an alternative to other metropolitan music centers. Over the past 90 days alone, we have hosted sessions with artists hailing from Spain, Finland, and Australia, further solidifying our international appeal.
Today, the Muscle Shoals music industry is home to at least 10 commercial recording studios, operating in a vastly different landscape compared to the 1960s. The rise of digital technology has fundamentally changed the way that music is written, recorded, produced, distributed, and consumed. In the past, record labels typically signed artists to contracts, providing them with resources to record and promote their music. However, contemporary artists can now record and distribute their music independently, utilizing affordable software and online platforms. As a result, more albums are released daily today than were released annually before 2000.
Despite these changes, the Muscle Shoals music industry is hotter than it has been in decades. As a crucial element of Alabama’s cultural landscape and the United States as a whole, the legacy of the individuals who have contributed to this scene is still palpable today. The Shoals continues to lure artists and musicians, drawn to its rich history and distinctive sound. This sound resonates with a new generation picking up their axes (instruments) and carrying on the tradition. The Muscle Shoals sound is alive and well, maintaining a global impact without any signs of slowing down — and the hits just keep on coming!
Heart of Fire
Text by Crimson Rose + Photographs by Robert Rausch
Fire is the very heart and essence of life. It is a phenomenon rather than a substance that is revealed, seen, and touched in ways of ritual and risk. We are deep wells of light when we are true and open to our sacredness. Fire activity when placed in a ceremonial aspect expands to encompass the spirit as well as the body and mind. By summoning the power of the flame to flow through us, the flame strengthens and transforms our spirit.
Dancing with fire is a ritual for me. It is giving thanks to the fire that reaffirms my belief in myself. The cauldron of fire is a reflection of myself; I must submerge to emerge, to embrace my inner strength. Dancing around the fire cauldron, the vortex is summoning the power of fire to flow through me, which transforms my spirit. And in turn, I become a vehicle to transmute energy, provoking me to literally touch the flame. I am the servant of the flame, guardian of the light. By circling the cauldron of fire, I am honoring the flame and paying homage to the sacred.
The deeper I dive into the cauldron the more muck I find. Where everything begins, collects, formulates, and releases. Where thought, belief, passion, emotions, contradictions, and ideas emerge into action.
Receive. Absorb. Ferment. Transmute.
I am drawn to fire, to stand as close as humanly possible to the heat, to the danger. Fire beckons to be released. Fire yearns to come alive. Fire nourishes, warms, reinvents, and destroys the old to reinvigorate my being through purification. Playing with fire touches my primal fear, it is seductive, dangerous, and unpredictable. Fire ritual is not new to those who are drawn to the flame. It is false to believe that one can capture, control, restrain, influence, seize power, or be in command of fire. It is not about controlling fire but the manipulation of the flame.
In the late 1980s my good friend Phradra gifted her fire knowledge to me. By wetting my fingers with a little bit of 70% isopropyl alcohol, I was able to pull some of the flames off of a lit candle. The revelation of this action started my discovery of what would become my journey into understanding the intention of fire within ritual. Then I discovered Burning Man in 1991 and the city that would later be called Black Rock City. The community, interactivity, and fire opened my eyes and my heart to a recognition of a path that I needed to take towards the unknown adventure. I not only brought my fire to Burning Man but would like to think that my 32 years of participation is to encourage other like-minded fire dancers to come to celebrate.
Each year we lovingly recreate a wooden skeletal figure that we call the “Man,” which stands in the center of Black Rock City. All week long this sculpture stands witness and is the vortex of all the energy, laughter, angst, and ego of a community of 80,000 participants. As “Burners” we are transformed from spectators to participants and permitted to become active contributors to our creative process. For me, my week begins with my personal fire ritual dedicated to the Man. Utilizing a magnifying glass to focus the sun’s rays on a paper bouquet of matches, I extract a flame from the sun to light a fire in El Diabla, a special cauldron. This fire will burn all week long, as we continue to stoke it, disturb it, and keep it alive so that it can consume the Man for Saturday night’s Ritual. A subconscious dream was driving us, of ceremonies long ago. Our spiritual needs desired ceremony, for ritual is as ancient as humanity itself. We may not have even known consciously what we were doing when we designated the first sacred space, or being drawn to Black Rock City, or lit the first ceremonial fire, but we just acted upon it.
We wait in anticipation as Saturday night approaches. Our community fire Ritual starts when I transfer the fire that has been burning all week long into the Luminiferous, a giant lantern, and the Procession of the Ceremonial Flame begins. With fire dancers, drummers, stilters, and the lamplighters supporting the Luminiferous, they approach the Great Circle, the safety perimeter, that surrounds the Man.
The roar of thousands of participants know that the culmination is about to begin when the Processional circumnavigates the Great Circle. Fire will be gifted and accepted by the 1,000 members of the Fire Conclave, the largest gathering of fire performers in the world. They create a protective circle of fire as they dance in honor of the Man before he is released in pyrotechnic delight.
The flames rise high as the Man is consumed, burning away the old to make way for the new. The cycle of death, rebirth, and the opportunity to reinvent oneself anew each year. The immolation of the Man marks the beginning of a new year. We pour our energy into the Man and then let go. The release of one’s art by fire reminds us of the immediacy and fleeting nature of existence. We release our ownership over any art that we set on fire. For the Man will stay in our hearts long after the embers have died.
The ruins, for me, are the beginning. With the ashes of the Man, we can construct new ideas, for they are symbols of a new beginning. We join other communities where traditions, ritual, celebrations, and fire transpires. I believe we are tapping into a lingering flicker of ancient celebration as it flows through us.
Hot as Hell
Text by Dr. Christopher Bordon
It’s a popular phrase every summer here in the South. The mid-August sun creates a heat haze that has a way of clinging to us from the moment we step outside. What’s the deal with Hell anyway?
While cultures throughout history have written about all styles of the afterlife, the specifics of Hell are unique to Christianity. Orthodox Christianity has historically taught “eternal conscious torment,” where the resurrected damned are endowed with immortal flesh to endure incessant torture for eternity. For sure, it can be a challenging doctrine to embrace. What do the Christian scriptures teach about Hell? What was recorded as Jesus’ teachings on Hell?
Consider the most notable verse of the Bible, John 3:16. John records Jesus’ famous line explaining “…whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.” Here Jesus describes himself as the gateway to immortality for those putting faith in Him while the remainder perish. Notice how the outcomes create a dichotomy between perishing and everlasting life, not between a perpetual existence of either torment or bliss.
In the book of Revelation, John records a vision of the last days, judgment, and the emerging new world. Concluding the account of his experience, he observes Hell as a scene where death and Hades are all thrown into a lake of fire along with the non-Christians. Interestingly, he interprets the vision as a future without pain or death as God ultimately triumphs in the elimination of evil. We find John’s account of this “lake of fire” as a way to destroy not simply Hades but even death itself. He intends to convey that death is no more, Hades has been destroyed, and the evil of humanity has perished, as well.
Admittedly, this is a short survey of the Biblical topic of Hell. There are around 90 points in the Christian text that engage the topic. Taken as a whole, they depict a future of hope for a cosmos purged of evil. Consider giving it a thumb through. The good news is that Jesus said no one believing in Him will ever have to experience it.