Authenticity (GT 1)

Authenticity in America

A representative photograph of Girl Talk.

You’ll have seen the picture: in the midst of a throng of dancing people is a single white man, often shirtless. Perhaps he has a beard, perhaps not. If there is no beard there is certainly his hair. It is wet; it is soaked in sweat. More than likely it is flying as he shakes his head from side to side. His eyes are closed in ecstasy, or open in furious dedication. He is climbing atop a table, he is bent over a laptop. He is Girl Talk.

What does it mean to be ‘authentic’ in America?

We might assume that this photograph and others like it are primarily photographs of a man, named Gregg Michael Gillis. What would we learn? He is white. He has brown hair and, sometimes, a beard. He often uses a computer in dance clubs. But if we wanted a representative photograph of a man named Gregg we might look elsewhere: here, for example, or here. This photograph–the flying hair, the expression of ecstasy—is a photograph of something else. It is a photograph of an attitude, a pose.

What attitude? What pose? The pose of ‘authenticity’. His beard is unkempt: in his life there is no time for grooming. His hair is flying wildly: he is moved to eager dancing by the music. His eyes are closed: he has been transported, his music has transported him beyond the club. He has removed his shirt: he is confident in himself, eager to be his natural self among the world. He is crawling on the table: his visions are not for mortal men. Here is a man, the picture says, who lives in an uncomplicated world, whose function is not ‘smothered in surmise,’ who makes and lives directly, who is moved by things and does what he is moved to do. Here is a man who has calculated nothing; here is an ‘authentic’ man. ‘Authenticity’: the idiotic notion that it is possible to live exactly as one pleases, to be unimpeded by life, to be one’s unconstructed self.

His ‘authenticity’ is especially striking given his surroundings. In the front row a girl looks at him through sunglasses. In other circumstances those sunglasses might be endearingly, charmingly twee. Here, though, adjacent to a nearly naked image of ‘authenticity’, they seem contrived and obvious, part of a ritual invocation of hipster cool. She, we sense, must construct herself in order to be cool. Girl Talk, the pose of authenticity, is a man who becomes cool by deconstructing himself, by forgetting shirts, razors and eyes. He resembles nothing more, in these photographs, than a shaman in a trance–better than a shaman, we sense, for he needs no mystic smoke or bitter mushrooms. He makes music and the music makes him real. He is quite literally high on his own supply–but not his own supply of drugs. His own supply of life. What could be more ‘authentic’ than this?

Who is Girl Talk? A musician who does not play an instrument. Instead, his albums are ‘mash-ups,’ combining samples of diverse songs in rapid alternation: Beyonce over Phoenix, with Ludacris soon joining, then Lil Wayne over Joe Jackson, then Wiz Khalifa over the Rolling Stones–and this only a few of the samples on a single song. Comp-lit theses could be written: on polyvocality, on an author actually dead, an author usurped by a curator, on productive catachresis, on referents present and absent, on the potential fate of a novelist who attempted a similar trick. And yet–can this be called ‘authentic?’ If authenticity is originality is it only the arrangement, only the curation which is authentic.

What tension! What a self: so authentic, so completely referential. But imagine meeting someone in 2011. What do you do? You find them on Linkedin, on facebook, or on twitter. You must answer a question, the question of their authenticity. You are trying to determine whether they are for real. Will the internet tell you? Of course it will not. You know in your soul that only conversation can determine authenticity. You know that the internet is a silly game of masks.

But here you are. You are on the internet. Here are the jobs they have held, here are pleasant paragraphs written by employers. Here is a list of bands they like. Here is a link to 140-character things they have said on the internet. Here is a list of their friends. Here is their favorite quote. Do you know this person? No. But you know about this person and these days that is often the first step.

‘Authenticity’ in America: a man with closed eyes tearing off his shirt to dance. But what is he dancing to? Music, made by himself. Made? Surely not. Collected, we might say. Curated. Referenced. Sampled. So what is Authenticity: an earnest reaction. But not all earnest reactions pass our test. Imagine the man who reacts earnestly to mayonnaise and threadcounts. Do we want to be his friend? Would we go to his party? We might not: to be authentic is to dance. But it is also to dance, as Girl Talk does, to the right music.

‘Authenticity:’ a question of emotion, a question of expression. But also a question of reference, of knowing the right band and riding the right bicycle. A question of curated contexts. Perhaps now it will be possible to understand Girl Talk: what is implied by the world of curated authenticity? That nothing need be created. That life consists primarily of an assembly, a curation of the right recipes, right books, right blogs, right events, right information.

That there is enough in the world already. That what we must do is not add more: instead we ought to sort. We ought to determine what to keep and what to throw away. And that only then should we begin to feel. That ‘search’ might be a more important verb in our lives than ‘make.’

Perhaps it is a truism that nothing is new under the sun. But the implication of Girl Talk, of curated authenticity, is that there need not be. That in these few thousand years man has made enough. Perhaps it is easier to feel this way in America than in other places; perhaps that is why things here have become so incoherent.

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One thought on “Authenticity (GT 1)

  1. Authenticity is an elusive commodity. I found the following compelling legend on a pre-packaged Tampa-style Dandee Brand Cuban sandwich in Key West. “The process for baking authentic Cuban bread begins with palmetto leaves that are soaked in water and laid across hand rolled dough. This creates the irregular split along the top part of the loaf. As the dough rises, some of the palmetto leaves may become baked into the crust. We strip away as much as we can, however, on occasion, you may find a strand that is merely a fiber remnant from the palmetto leaf, Its presence is proof you are eating truly authentic Cuban bread.”
    That was encouraging. However the fine print revealed that, rather than ham, Swiss, roast pork, pickles, and mustard on bread, this sandwich consisted of BREAD Bleached Wheat Flour, Water, Salt, Shortening (Partially Hydrogenated Soybean Oil), Sugar, Yeast, No Preservatives Added COOKED HAM Fresh Pork Ham cured with Water, Salt, Dextrose, Modified Food Starch, Sodium Phosphates, Sodium Erythorbate, Smoke Flavoring, Sodium Nitrite, COOKED SALAMI Pork, Pork Hearts, Water, Beef, Corn Syrup, Salt, Flavorings, Dextrose, Sodium Phosphate, Sodium Erythorbate, Sodium Nitrite, COOKED PORK Contains up to 19% of Water, Salt, Sodium Lactate, Flavorings, Sodium Phosphate, Monosodium Glutamate, Sodium Diacetate PASTURIZED PROCESS SWISS CHEESE Cultured Milk, Water, Salt, Sodium Citrate, Cream, Sodium Phosphate, Sodium Pyrophosphate, Sorbic Acid (Preservative), Citric Acid, Enzymes, Lactic Acid, Sodium Glyceryl Oleate Phosphate (for slice separation) DILL CHIPS Cucumber, Vinegar, Water, Salt, 1/10th of 1% Sodium Benzoate, Alum, Natural Flavors FD&C #5 Yellow, Polysorbate 80, Calcium Chloride, MUSTARD BLEND DRESSING Soybean Oil, Water, Distilled Vinegar, Mustard Seed, Corn Syrup, Egg Yolks, Salt, Xanthan Gum, Tumeric, Spice Calcium Disodium EDTA (To Protect Flavor). My sense is the authentic Cuban bread never stood a chance.

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