An important doc made a brief
appearance in Nashville yesterday, and it’s a shame it’s not engaged for a
longer run than its two Sunday screenings at the Belcourt Theater. The film is
Soundtrack For A Revolution, an inspiring look at how music informed and infused
the Civil Rights Movement. Executive produced by Danny Glover and
written/directed by Bill Guttenberg and Dan Sturman, it mingles archival
footage with contemporary performances of key songs by artists such as Wyclef
Jean, John Legend, Angie Stone, The Roots and the Blind Boys of Alabama.
Commentary comes from leaders such as John Lewis and Julian Bond, musician/activists
like Harry Belafonte and veterans of the major Civil Rights events, from the lunch
counter sit-ins in Nashville to the fateful march on Selma Alabama.
This is not to be confused with the
2009 release Let Freedom Sing: How Music Inspired The Civil Rights Movement,
which I have not seen and which appears to span a longer period of time,
covering pre Civil Rights Era records like “Strange Fruit” and others.
Soundtrack focuses tightly on the years 1960 to 1968 and on the way songs and singing
buoyed the protesters during the many trials of the movement. Even now, forty
years after the fact in some cases, the protesters and organizers simply glow
when they talk about how the songs became an antidote for fear in the face of
angry mobs, dogs and unhinged cops. This testimony is an invitation to contemplate the
complexity and profundity of music when called on for this special purpose. The
groups needed to feel united, and music did that, allowing them to literally
breathe as one. Individuals needed that cocktail of dopamine and other
chemicals in their brains to negate the natural fight-or-flight response of
being attacked, with words or actual violence. Music gave them that, and it’s
doubtful that anything else could have. Music has been part of many social and
political movements, but generally as a kind of propaganda or abstract symbol.
But black Americans may have staged the most musical protest movement in
history, and it’s testimony to the integrity of their relationship to music that the songs and
sounds of their struggle went on to infuse our popular music with much of its soul at
almost every level and in every genre.
At the screening, I caught a
preview of a somewhat related film that gave me shivers. Not a documentary but a sort of
half-improvised guerilla feature film shot with real musicians on location and
out of sight of authorities, No One Knows About Persian Cats depicts the
travails and repression of a rock band in contemporary Iran. It looks stunning, and with it comes another example of how music may sometimes be mightier than the
sword or the pen.