Showing posts with label punk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label punk. Show all posts

Friday, 3 September 2021

A hijabed punk rock band?

We are Lady Parts (Season1, E1-6; 2021)
Written and Directed: Nida Mansoor

Early Western philosophers used to look down on music and musical instruments. They considered it a lower-class activity. Nevertheless, they appreciated the harmonics and mathematical intervals that were needed to make music. Al-Kindi and other Islamic scholars also included harmonics and music in their curriculum. The 4-stringed oud was a popular instrument during the Golden Age of Islam. They realised there was a close relationship between poems and music and
 their emotional effect on the soul. Al Farabi, the philosophical giant of Islamic Civilisation, often referred to as the Second Teacher (after Aristotle), wrote about music therapy and the therapeutic effect of music on the soul. 

A Moor and a Christian playing lute together
in 13th-century Spain
One can easily imagine a young villager from Western Europe, the remnant of the Western Roman Empire, which in the 11th century was experiencing the Dark Ages, longing to be where the action was. The happening place to be at that time was the Islamic cities that had chic coffee bars, melodious oud music accompaniment and spoken poetry.

Despite the positive publicity of music and Islam, even at that time, certain groups opposed the widespread use of music. They viewed music as an intoxicant, only valuable for seeking pleasure. On the other hand, in Central Asia and India, Sufis utilised music and poetry to express the greatness of God. It became a medium to display their piety, praise the greatness of the Divine Being and spread His gospel.
Oud

Fast forward to the 21st century. The most dominant and assertive denomination of Islam insists that music is haram. They insist that it deviates its followers from fulfilling God's path to a meaningful life that would ensure bliss in the afterworld. Nobody dares to pick a bone with these leaders, and the hunt to clamp indulgence in music continues.

Against this background, a bevvy of girls from the conservative side of London decides to start a punk band clandestinely. In this situational comedy, living under the hawkish eyes of friends and neighbours who take it as their God-given duty to ensure fellow practitioners of the religion do not go astray, they are used to being told off that the behaviour is not accepted.

Against this backdrop, the four-piece band, with their manager, put together a workable band amidst all the challenges hurled upon them. There were the judgemental eyes of the community, the internal family issues, love problems, their daytime jobs, prejudice and the stage fright that the lead guitar player had to overcome before they finally make a successful debut performance.


Tuesday, 22 January 2019

Man maketh the clothes!

Sex Pistols
It is quite comical to hear how some ladies insist that absolutely no one can tell them how to dress. I chuckle a little (to myself) when they say that nobody can restrict them from wearing a headscarf. At the same time, they cannot be pressured to don one. 

To wear or not to wear is not the question but the logic behind it is.

What we wear and how we wear denotes a specific identity. We identify and feel bonded to one having the same fashion sense like us. Anthropologically we must have wanted to stay together as numbers mean strength and protection from the evil elements of Nature.

The story of the genesis of the greatest punk rock band ‘The Sex Pistols’ is one that began with a group of downtrodden rebellious teenagers who identified them with black leather jackets and outrageous fashion sense.

It began when Vivienne Westwood started sewing her brand of garments in a small lifestyle shop in King’s Road in London. Strikingly named SEX, it drew droves of young crowd who wanted to stand out amongst the rest. As the shop’s popularity grew, so did Westwood’s partner’s, Malcolm McLaren’s ambition to manage a punk band. With Westwood’s shock-value garments and McLaren’s group, ‘The Sex Pistols’ with their provocative lyrics, soon the Pistols became a household name.

Fans identified each other with the same kind of outfit. Gangs of one group would frequent one drink outlet whilst another gang, maybe the skinheads, or the romantics, all differentiated by the dressing or hairdo, would haunt other joints.

It is all about being part of a pack for identification and maybe protection.

In the same manner, organisations that insist their down liners dress in a particular way has no noble intentions or divine decree to suggest so. It is all about controlling the head, to build camaraderie, exert power over and possibly make them pawns to do their dirty work.

All the explanations to act, speak, dress, eat, live and pray in a certain ritualistic way is just a smokescreen for more sinister intentions.


“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*