The demise of the protest song?
Blake Wilson, over at the Arts Beat (NYT), discusses the upcoming reviews of 33 Revolutions per Minute: A History of Protest Songs, from Billie Holiday to Green Day. Wilson describes the book this way:
The book is an anthology of sorts: Mr. Lynskey picks a few dozen protest songs and talks about them in terms of both their musical and lyrical interest and their political content, while offering capsule biographies of the artists who wrote and recorded them. One question it contends with is whether the protest song is a living genre.
Music was put to very good use during the Civil Rights movement. “We Shall Overcome” immediately comes to mind. But there were many, many others that were used as teaching songs, solidarity songs, songs to supply courage and fortitude, and much more.
As one person commented, there is so much today to protest, that one would think the protest song phenomenon would be far from dead. Yet I can’t think of one contemporary American song that would qualify. Of course, I haven’t attended many mass rallies lately. I wonder if there was much singing in Tahrir Square? Are protest songs abundant in the Middle East? Is there much going on in Syria in this regard?
Wilson included a clip of Billy Holiday singing “Strange Fruit”. It is just one example of a song of protest.I think what makes “Strange Fruit” so powerful is that it names the crime. It articulates in metaphor the lynching so prevalent in the South, although present in other states, too.It certainly highlights the fact that rather than diminishing the description of something, metaphor can intensify it almost to an unbearable level.
- Southern trees bear strange fruit,
- Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
- Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
- Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
- Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
- The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
- Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
- Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!
- Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
- For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
- For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop,
- Here is a strange and bitter crop.
And “Lady Day” singing it:



