I often find myself trying to come to terms with my love of rhetoric; to the point that I try to find traces of this love littered throughout my entire life’s narrative. One such trace, I tell myself, is my lifelong love of the cover song and the remix. Since I was a kid, I have always enjoyed the playful cover or parody–like the Lemonhead’s “My Name is Luka,” Dynamic Hack’s “Boyz in tha Hood,” or even Alien Ant Farm’s “Smooth Criminal.”
So, I tell myself, this clearly expresses an early appreciation for the kairotic dimensions of context. I appreciate a playful re-appropriation. I also can appreciate it as a deconstructionist–something that alerts us to silent norms, to expectations. Such an alert must be respectful, even while playful. For instance: laughing at a funeral. The laugh at a funeral might defy social convention, but it does so (hopefully) as light-hearted remembrance and as painfully playful nostalgia. It manifests the often neglected cliche: a proper funeral celebrates a life rather than mourns a death. So, you can laugh at a funeral. You cannot order a pizza.
I think the playful cover song, one self-conscious of its recontextualization, represents this kind of properly un-kairotic laughter (to borrow DDD’s term). This laughter attempts a self-consciousness tempered by obligation–to the original, to the moment, to something other. All this came to mind today thanks to Mxrk’s sharing the Jim Lehrer piece:
