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Tied in with this idea of subversive art was the myth of the Northwest Passage. A slightly more slippery concept than détournement, the Northwest Passage boiled down to the belief that you can find an instant route to total change; through a mystical blend of imagination and belief in Art (with a capital A), you could destroy the city that existed and create a new city that represented your own desires. This blend of social criticism, absurdist humor and cargo-cult artiness made for entertaining evenings in the arrondissements of Paris, to be sure, but the movement failed. The Lettrist International broke apart and was quickly forgotten, except by Greil Marcus, whose long-winded account of their aims and actions in his book Lipstick Traces takes a genuinely fascinating story and sucks all the life out of it (oh, how it sucks!).
That's why it is such a surprise to hear the ideas of Guy Debord and his Lettrist International echoing throughout the album Music for a Morning's Work by local group Western Robot. None of the principal members -- Desmond Davis, Ryan Geddes and Andrew Pryor -- admits to knowing anything about Debord or the Lettrists, or to reading Greil Marcus' book. And yet Debord's lament could easily be that of Western Robot, a strange conglomerate of St. Louis-based artists whose medium is music, whose methods are as contrary and irrational as the Lettrists, and whose audience, by the group's admission, does not yet exist. The parallels between the relatively obscure LI and the completely unknown Western Robot are bizarre and compelling, and, ultimately, they resonate with hope for St. Louis' somewhat stagnant music scene and for the dormant LI.
If you haven't heard of Western Robot, it's not your fault. Western Robot is a group of musicians who refuse to be categorized as a band, who are reluctant to play live and who don't want their pictures published. Although they have been writing and playing music together for several years, they have only played in public once, as an 11th-hour addition to the December 2000 Third Lip Cabaret.
Instead of following the accepted route of playing out regularly at one of St. Louis' ever-dwindling number of smaller clubs, Western Robot has devoted the better part of two years to completing the still-unreleased album Music for a Morning's Work with engineer/recorder Chris Deckard. That's right -- two years. Getting the band and the producer together to talk about the ordeal is like pulling teeth. From a clown. While reading Mark Trail comic strips that have been rewritten by French art activists.
The crux of the matter is that the music on the album was inspired by photographs taken from Dr. Stanley Burns' book of archival medical photos A Morning's Work. Each of the 10 songs on the album takes its name from one of the photos, and therefore Western Robot must convince Dr. Burns to permit them to reproduce the necessary photos in their CD booklet so that people can see the inspiration for such songs as "Dead Newborn Baby Held in Obstetrical Forceps" and "Paris Morgue, Observation Area" -- because, you know, people want to see this sort of thing while listening to music. Geddes explains how it all didn't come together as hoped.
"He's [Burns] concerned about how the photographs are presented; he doesn't care about what the music is like. He told me to give him a list of photos we wanted to use and he would get back to me. That was last year. We've left messages at his office and sent some e-mails. At this point, we have implicit rights to use the photographs, but we probably need his OK."
"Yeah, we kind of need it," Davis interjects.
Deckard notes, "I find it interesting that he [Burns] owns the copyright by way of restoring the original images and taking pictures of them. He doesn't own the copyright on the originals; he owns it on the images he took of the images."
This realization prompts Geddes to propose a solution very much in line with the Lettrist International's ideas of détournement: "So we should break into his archive and take our own pictures of his pictures ..."
The tapes go on like that for almost 90 minutes, complete with the band's accusations that Deckard can't record without first mainlining an Asiago-cheese bagel, Deckard's rebuttal that the band wasn't comfortable unless they were naked, and Davis' announcement that Geddes "eats the shit out of pizza," at which point the decision is made that they should just release the album with pictures of pizza.