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The Political Songs of Iyah May: Pop Music in a Disoriented Moment

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Iyah May’s late-2024 single Karmageddon didn’t become an instant hit because of its musical originality. Instead, it resonated because it encapsulated, in just three minutes, the chaos an entire social stratum experienced. The song features a rapid succession of modern horrors: COVID-19, “Big Pharma,” Gaza, inflation, misogynistic violence, celebrity foolishness, and the ceaseless conflicts on social media. May (Marguerite Clark), who served as a hospital doctor during the pandemic, presents the track as a cry from someone overwhelmed by their experiences, a lament from someone who has witnessed institutions fail and people suffer. Its power comes less from technical mastery and more from its reflection of society’s fractured consciousness amid crises.

The way her song circulated reveals m middle-class frustrations rather than working-class ones from her manager and label, which is unusual in an industry that often censors political content. Ryan Fournier of Students for Trump then shared the music video and promoted it to his large following. Newsweek quickly called her “the new darling of the political right,” and outlets like the Epoch Times and ZeroHedge also picked up the story. Within days, her song criticising corporate greed and labelling Israel’s destruction of Gaza as genocide was being spread by political groups directly involved in those issues.

This is not a paradox, but a symptom of confusion when true anger lacks a political outlet. Without a large socialist movement to address social collapse, right-wing groups fill the void, co-opting any discontent that can be framed as “anti-elite,” “anti-establishment,” or “anti-media.” The political right didn’t support Karmageddon because they agree with it, but because they can weaponise its mood. A song that hints at corruption and institutional failure can easily fit into the right’s narrative of cultural decline and moral decay, even if its lyrics criticise governments and billionaires those outlets defend.

The song’s structure enhances its message of ideological flexibility. Karmageddon functions as a list or scroll-song, presenting a catalogue of disjointed horrors. Each item is given equal prominence: Gaza is placed next to celebrity gossip; inflation beside misogynistic violence; pandemic profiteering alongside online outrage. The song offers no analysis, context, or explanation. The scroll reproduces it without questioning. This flattening of experience reflects the social media environment the song criticises: a realm where crises become interchangeable content, lacking causality and historical depth.

May’s account contains some truth: pharmaceutical monopolies profited immensely during the pandemic, millions died, working people bore the economic burden through inflation while billionaires’ wealth increased, and Israel’s attack on Gaza, supported by Washington, London, and Canberra, qualifies as genocide. However, the framework reflects a disoriented middle class, not the working class. It recognises corruption but not capitalism; suffering but not the social systems that cause it. The enemies are portrayed as “elites,” “the media,” and vague institutions, with the pandemic seen as a conspiracy rather than the consequence of deliberate state policies that prioritise profit over human life. This is why the right accepts it: critique without class analysis lacks direction, and despairing politics can shift toward resentment, conspiracy theories, and reaction.

Karmageddon’s popularity should not be dismissed, as it reflects a genuine mood of exhaustion, isolation, distrust, and powerlessness driven by collapsing health systems, falling wages, endless war, and austerity-driven politics. Iyah May deserves recognition for speaking out against censorship and addressing the Gaza genocide, unlike many in the music industry who remain silent. However, sincerity alone is insufficient. Critical art must align with social forces capable of meaningful change, and today, the working class, increasingly organised worldwide, represents that force. Artists aiming to address these dark times truthfully should look beyond social media and the confusing populism that Karmageddon both symbolises and perpetuates, toward this emerging power.

The songs

Currently, May’s musical output revolves around a single theme. Her earlier works on Island Records, including XO Girl (2021), MF ILY, and others, primarily featured typical pop anthems centred on self-empowerment, friendship, and resilience. These tracks fit well within mainstream pop: vibrant, polished, emotionally straightforward, and somewhat politically disengaged. The only exception was her 2019 debut, Pray, which hinted at social issues, especially reflecting on the pressures of constant online scrolling and the suffocating feedback loop of digital life. However, even this piece’s critique was mostly personal, focusing on internal struggles rather than broader social commentary.

Karmageddon, self-released on November 13, 2024, and produced by Danny Duke, represents a distinct shift. It is a list song akin to Billy Joel’s We Didn’t Start the Fire but updated for a digital age where scrolls replace newspapers and feeds replace the world. The narrator wakes up, picks up her phone, and is immediately bombarded with headlines: Elon Musk’s latest stunt, outrage from “the left,” the Gaza genocide, celebrity antics, tax demands, and society’s overall chaos. The chorus shifts to critique the pandemic, accusing pharmaceutical giants of profiting from an artificial virus while ordinary people contend with inflation and declining living standards.

May described the track as an anthem for turbulent times, born of despair at “a divided world and deceitful corporations.” Musically, it is competent and catchy, built around a glossy alternative-pop arrangement that makes its political message accessible to mainstream audiences. Structurally, however, the song reflects the chaotic experience it criticises. Items flash past in quick succession, each given the same weight, with no real connection. Gaza sits alongside celebrity gossip; inflation next to misogynistic violence; pandemic profiteering beside online outrage. The scroll isn’t analysed; it is reproduced.

This simplification of experience is deliberate, highlighting the ideological boundaries of the social layer behind the song. Karmageddon conveys the feeling of living amid crises without understanding the forces behind them. The villains are portrayed as “elites,” “the media,” and corrupt institutions, with the pandemic depicted as a conspiracy rather than a result of deliberate state policies that prioritise profit over life. The listed catastrophes- war, disease, inflation, social atomization- are presented as separate symptoms rather than interconnected parts of a single social system driven by private profit.

This is why the song appeals to the political right even as it criticises crimes they support. A critique lacking class analysis loses direction. A politics of despair becomes easy to manipulate and reframe. Armageddon’s structure- its rapid succession of horrors and lack of connection- makes it ideologically vulnerable. It captures a real sense of exhaustion and distrust but cannot fully explain this mood, leaving it open to exploitation. Thus, the song is both a sincere cry of distress and limited, shaped by the confusion it aims to express.

What the song sees  and what it cannot

Karmageddon contains some truths. Pharmaceutical monopolies earned huge profits during the pandemic. Millions lost their lives. Working people bore the cost of inflation while billionaires’ wealth increased. Israel’s attack on Gaza, supported by Washington, London, and Canberra, is a clear genocide. A pop song referencing this is significant.

However, the song’s structure centres on the frustrations of the middle class rather than the working class. It never mentions ‘class,’ ‘capitalism,’ or suggests that the listed catastrophes have a common origin in a social system driven by private profit. Instead, it blames a changing group of “elites,” “the media,” and corrupt institutions, framing the problem as a simple plot.

This is crucial. Laboratories or vaccines did not mainly cause the pandemic’s widespread fatalities. Instead, they resulted from a calculated strategy embraced by governments across the spectrum: reopening workplaces and schools to let the virus spread so profits could continue. The anti-mandate and anti-vaccine movement that Karmageddon highlights did not oppose this strategy; rather, it vocally supported it on the streets, calling for the termination of all public health measures in the name of “freedom.”

The song’s professed even‑handedness between “left” and “right” serves the same function. To treat the official liberal establishment and the extreme right as two equal irritants on a phone screen is to leave the field open to the latter. Hence the spectacle of Students for Trump circulating a song denouncing a genocide their own patrons are financing.

Why it resonates

The popularity of Karmageddon should not be dismissed. It reportedly reached the UK singles sales chart, and its clips drew millions of views. It speaks to a real and widespread mood: exhaustion, isolation, distrust of official institutions, and a sense that nothing can be done.

This mood is objective, not psychological. Inflation has eroded wages, and the pandemic shattered health systems. Across political parties- Labour in Australia, the Democrats in the U.S., Tories and Labour in Britain- there has been oversight of war, austerity, and neglect of public health. In the void left by the lack of a strong socialist alternative, right-wing demagogues fill the space with resentment instead of explanations. May’s response to the controversy, claiming “God has a plan,” highlights her limited perspective. She turns despair into resignation and faith. The narrative ends where it started: alone, scrolling, waiting.

Toward a genuinely critical art

Iyah May deserves credit for refusing to bow to her management and for naming the Gaza genocide when much of the music industry remains silent. In an environment where major labels, PR teams, and corporate sponsors exert enormous pressure to keep artists politically neutral, her insistence on retaining a single lyric is not trivial. It represents a small but real act of resistance against an industry that has spent decades depoliticising popular music and disciplining artists who step outside the narrow bounds of marketable sentiment. Artists should be free to write what they please, and the pressure brought to bear on her from managers, labels, and the right‑wing outlets that sought to appropriate her work should be opposed without qualification.

But sincerity is not enough. The great protest music of the past, from Woody Guthrie’s ballads of working-class struggle to the anti-war songs of the 1960s, drew its power from an orientation toward social forces that could change the world. Guthrie’s “union songs” were not simply expressions of outrage; they were tied to the organised movement of millions of workers fighting for wages, dignity, and democratic rights. The folk revival of the early 1960s gained its force from the civil‑rights movement, from sit‑ins, strikes, and mass demonstrations. Even the more ambivalent figures of that era, such as Bob Dylan, were shaped by a political landscape in which collective action was visible, tangible, and capable of altering the course of events. Protest music mattered because it was connected to a living struggle.

Iyah May’s refusal to alter a lyric in Karmageddon and her decision to part ways with her manager and label have been widely interpreted as an act of artistic integrity. In a music industry where political content is routinely softened, depoliticised, or buried under euphemism, her insistence on naming the Gaza genocide stands out. It is a small but genuine act of defiance: a young artist, without the protection of a major label, choosing to hold on to a political truth rather than submit to commercial pressure. Her stance is not programmatic or rooted in a coherent political worldview. Still, it is nonetheless a refusal- a moment in which an artist declines to participate in the sanitisation of reality.

Ed Sheeran’s conduct in the Macklemore affair reveals the opposite trajectory. When Macklemore was quietly dropped from Sheeran’s Loop Tour after expressing solidarity with Palestinians, Sheeran did not defend him. Instead, he retreated into the language of “inclusivity” and “different approaches to advocating for peace,” a formulation that treats genocide as a matter of tone rather than fact. His subsequent partnership with billionaire NFL owner Robert Kraft to fund a Gaza relief initiative was widely read as an attempt to launder the incident’s optics without altering its political substance. Sheeran’s camp includes figures such as Casey Wasserman, whose name has resurfaced in Epstein‑related disclosures, and whose proximity to the entertainment‑industrial complex exemplifies the dense web of corporate, political, and financial interests surrounding global pop stardom.

The contrast between May and Sheeran is not primarily one of personal courage. It is a contrast between two positions within the cultural economy. May is a marginal figure, operating without the protective scaffolding of corporate sponsorships, stadium tours, and billion‑dollar intermediaries. Her refusal cost her a manager and a label, but she had little to lose beyond that. Sheeran, by contrast, sits atop a vast commercial apparatus. His tours are financed through sponsorship webs, insurance structures, and venue contracts whose ownership interlocks with the same financial interests underwriting arms manufacturers and occupation‑linked industries. An act of conscience from an artist at that level does not merely risk a cancelled broadcast; it risks the entire machinery that a nine-figure production depends on.

This is why Sheeran behaved exactly as the apparatus around him was built to ensure he would behave. His “stand” was not a stand at all, but a performance of neutrality designed to preserve commercial relationships. May’s stand, however limited, was a genuine refusal not because she is more virtuous, but because she is less integrated into the machinery that disciplines artists into silence.

The deeper comparison lies in what each act reveals about the era. Sheeran’s capitulation expresses mainstream pop’s near-total integration into corporate and geopolitical interests. May’s refusal expresses the confused but real anger of a social layer that senses catastrophe but lacks a political outlet. One reveals the apparatus; the other reveals the vacuum.

In that sense, May’s stand, however modest, points toward the possibility of a critical art aligned with emerging working‑class struggle. Sheeran’s reveals the cultural dead end of celebrity liberalism under late capitalism.

Today, the working class is once again entering struggle internationally, from strikes across Europe and North America to mass protests against war and austerity. But this movement has not yet found clear artistic expression. Much contemporary “political” music, including Karmageddon, reflects the confusion of a social layer that senses catastrophe but cannot locate its source. It catalogues horrors without connecting them, expresses despair without pointing to agency, and gestures toward corruption without identifying capitalism as the organising principle behind the crises it describes. The result is a politics of mood rather than analysis, a protest the right can easily appropriate because it lacks a coherent orientation toward the forces capable of transforming society.

Artists who wish to speak truth about these dark times will need to look beyond the phone screen, and beyond the confused populism that Karmageddon both expresses and reinforces. The scroll, that endless stream of disconnected outrage, is itself a mechanism of political disorientation. To reproduce it is to remain trapped within it. The task of critical art is not to mirror fragmentation but to overcome it, to reveal the underlying social relations that produce war, inequality, and despair.

This requires an orientation toward the working class, the only force capable of confronting the capitalist system that generates the crises May describes. A genuinely critical art today would not simply list horrors; it would illuminate their common root and point toward collective action. It would reject the false equivalence of “left” and “right,” refuse the conspiratorial shortcuts of anti‑mandate populism, and insist that the suffering of millions is not the result of plots but of policies.

Iyah May’s defiance deserves recognition. But the path toward meaningful protest art lies not in isolated cries of distress but in aligning artistic expression with the emerging struggles of workers around the world the only ground on which despair can be transformed into clarity, and clarity into power.

Post Script

Iyah May’s Version of Wish You Were Here

Iyah May’s reinterpretation of Wish You Were Here is not simply a cover of a canonical rock lament. It translates Pink Floyd’s meditation on alienation into the fractured, crisis‑ridden landscape that shapes her own work. Where the original song mourned the psychic dislocation of the 1970s, the commodification of art, the pressures of fame, the loss of authenticity, May’s version speaks from within a world in which alienation has become total. Her performance is quieter, more intimate, and more exposed, as though she is singing not to an absent friend but to a society that has stopped recognising itself.

The most striking feature of May’s version is its emotional framing. Pink Floyd’s recording is spacious, almost resigned, its acoustic guitar lines drifting through a haze of studio ambience. May strips the song down further, reducing it to voice and minimal accompaniment. The effect is claustrophobic rather than expansive. She does not inhabit the song as a nostalgic reflection on a lost era of authenticity; she inhabits it as someone living through a present defined by fragmentation, misinformation, and political despair. The line “We’re just two lost souls…”  one of the few phrases she retains verbatim becomes less a poetic metaphor than a literal description of the social condition.

Her vocal delivery underscores this shift. Roger Waters sang the original with bitterness and weary detachment. May sings it with a tremor of exhaustion, as though the alienation described in the song is not a philosophical problem but a lived experience of scrolling through catastrophe. The emotional centre of her version is not the loss of artistic integrity but the loss of collective meaning. The “wish” in Wish You Were Here becomes a longing for clarity, solidarity, and connection in a world that has replaced all three with algorithmic noise.

This is where May’s political sensibility enters. Her version is not overtly political; she does not alter the lyrics to reference Gaza, Big Pharma, or the pandemic, but the context of her work infuses the performance. The alienation Pink Floyd described was artists’ alienation within the culture industry. The alienation May expresses is the alienation of ordinary people living through overlapping crises: war, inflation, social atomisation, and the collapse of public trust. Her delivery suggests that the missing “you” is not a person but a political horizon, a sense of collective agency eroded by decades of neoliberalism and intensified by the pandemic.

In this sense, May’s version is a companion piece to Karmageddon. The latter catalogues horrors without connecting them; the former mourns the absence of connection itself. Karmageddon is frantic, breathless, overwhelmed. Wish You Were Here is still, suspended, almost paralysed. Together they form a dialectic of contemporary despair: the scroll and the silence, the noise of crisis and the numbness that follows.

Yet May’s interpretation also reveals the limits of her outlook. Her performance is sincere, vulnerable, and politically charged by implication, but it remains trapped within the framework of individual lament. The song becomes a personal expression of disorientation rather than a bridge toward collective understanding. Where Pink Floyd’s original hinted at the possibility of artistic rebellion against commodification, May’s version hints at resignation, a longing for someone, or something, that is not coming.

Still, her rendition matters. It shows how a younger artist, shaped by pandemic trauma and political confusion, hears one of the great songs of alienation. It is not a reinvention but a reframing: Wish You Were Here as sung from inside the crisis rather than after it. In doing so, May reveals both the depth of contemporary despair and the need for an artistic orientation that moves beyond lament toward clarity and struggle.

1. Northern Exposure: “Iyah May, When a Reel Becomes a Reckoning”

Core argument

This article presents Iyah May’s viral Instagram reel in which she explains that her manager tried to censor references to Big Pharma, genocide, and cancel culture as a moment of political rupture. The author frames May’s refusal not merely as a personal stand but as a movement, a disruption of the culture industry’s demand for silence and compliance.

Political framing

  • May’s art is described as diagnostic: a reading of a world afflicted by misinformation, distraction, and systemic rot.
  • Her refusal to “water down” her lyrics is treated as a manifesto against censorship and corporate control.
  • The article emphasises her background as a frontline doctor, arguing that her political clarity comes from lived experience rather than ideology.

Significance

The piece positions May as a figure whose authenticity and refusal to self‑censor resonate with audiences disillusioned by institutional dishonesty. It is her most explicitly political profile to date.

2. Grokipedia: “Iyah May” (Fact‑checked profile)

Core argument

This encyclopaedic entry situates May’s politics within her dual identity as a doctor and independent musician. It emphasises her commitment to “uncompromised artistry” and her willingness to confront political division, media manipulation, corporate greed, and genocide.

Political framing

  • Karmageddon is described as a protest song addressing political division, media manipulation, corporate greed, and the Gaza genocide.
  • The article stresses that she refused to modify the song despite pressure, framing her stance as a principled rejection of commercial sanitisation.
  • Her politics are presented as emerging from a blend of faith, truth‑telling, and accountability rather than formal ideological alignment.

Significance

This profile helps explain how May’s political identity is being codified in public reference sources: as a doctor‑artist whose work is shaped by crisis, empathy, and resistance to institutional narratives.

3. The Nordic Times: “Iyah May shakes up the music world with her fearless social commentary”

Core argument

This article frames Karmageddon as a socially critical intervention that “stirred the pot” by addressing political division, corporate greed, and public apathy. It emphasises her medical background and her experience on the COVID frontlines as central to her artistic worldview.

Political framing

  • May’s critique of corporate greed and political division is foregrounded.
  • Her refusal to alter lyrics is presented as a decisive break with her manager and a turning point in her career.
  • The article highlights her dual role as doctor and musician, suggesting that her political clarity comes from witnessing institutional failure firsthand.

Podcast Episode: Glen Hansard, 1970–2026: A Life Carried in Song

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Pip: Glen Hansard spent his life dissolving the boundary between stage and street — and then the street showed up to dissolve it one last time.

Mara: This episode covers freerein61's tribute to Hansard: his working-class Dublin roots, the culture industry that kept trying to package him, and what the film Once reveals about art made in borrowed rooms.

Pip: Let's start with the life itself — and what a materialist reading of it turns up.

Glen Hansard, 1970–2026: A Life Carried in Song

Mara: The frame here is a tension between a man who seemed genuinely unpackageable and an industry that kept trying anyway — starting in Ballymun, where music was, as the post puts it, not a profession but a thread woven through labour and family life.

Pip: And before any of that industry got hold of him, he was on the street. The busker as figure gets a sharp reading here: "a worker who sells his labour directly, without wage or boss, relying on the goodwill of strangers."

Mara: That quote matters because it's the sensibility Hansard apparently never shed. Fans described the absence of distance between him and an audience — a performer who seemed to dissolve the usual boundary between stage and floor. That's not a stylistic choice; it's a class formation.

Pip: His first entry into the culture industry proper was The Commitments in 1991, playing Outspan Foster. A film about working-class Dublin claiming soul music — which mirrored something Hansard believed: that music belonged to those who needed it, not those who owned it.

Mara: Then came Once. Made on almost no money, shot on borrowed locations, carried by two musicians who were not actors in any conventional sense. The post describes it as a story about two people trying to keep going in a city that offers them little — a busker, a young immigrant, a connection that is "not romantic in the Hollywood sense" but something smaller and more human.

Pip: "Falling Slowly" won the 2008 Oscar, and the ceremony immediately illustrated the culture industry's priorities: Marketa Irglova's acceptance speech was cut short by the orchestra, restored only after a commercial break.

Mara: The post is careful to hold both things at once. Once the film succeeded, even the real relationship between Hansard and Irglova became touring and marketing material. Under capitalism, the post notes, even intimacy becomes something you can package, promote, and sell.

Pip: His Christmas Eve busks outside the Gaiety for the Simon Community raised real money — and also illustrated a real contradiction. In a city where housing extracts rent, the duty to shelter the vulnerable gets handed to musicians and charity collections.

Mara: What the post returns to, finally, is what Hansard seemed to value most: the pub session, musicians gathered around a table playing for no fee and no applause. A commons. A reminder of what culture looks like when it is shared rather than sold.

Pip: The crowd that gathered near the Gaiety to sing for him after he died — the post draws the line cleanly: "The crowd on the street was solidarity. The cathedral was the establishment paying its respects."

Mara: He leaves behind songs that will be streamed and licensed for the benefit of those who own the catalogue. But also, the post says, something harder to quantify: "the memory of a working-class Dubliner who kept returning to the street and the session, to rooms where music was made together, freely, without an invoice."

Pip: A man shaped by precarity who kept choosing the commons — that's the throughline.

Mara: And the question it leaves open is whether the structures that made his generosity necessary can ever actually change. That's the territory worth returning to.

Glen Hansard, 1970–2026: A Life Carried in Song

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Glen Hansard died on 29 July 2026, aged 56, after a motorcycle crash in Dublin. Hours earlier, he had been at a trad session in the Wren’s Nest, singing and playing in the kind of room he always returned to: warm, unadorned, communal. The news of his death travelled quickly, and the tributes that followed spoke of a troubadour, a romantic, a man whose voice could fill a theatre and still sound like a conversation. A materialist reading begins somewhere quieter: with the working‑class Dublin that shaped him, and with the culture industry that spent decades trying to package what was, at heart, unpackageable.

He was born in Ballymun, the second of six children. His father, a carpenter and fiddle player, belonged to a generation for whom music was not a profession but a thread woven through labour and family life. Ballymun itself was built as a promise of modern housing for working people, then became a symbol of neglect. Hansard’s first musical work was on the street. As a teenager, he busked, guitar in hand, learning how to hold a crowd not through amplification or staging but through presence.

The busker is a striking figure for Marxists: a worker who sells his labour directly, without wage or boss, relying on the goodwill of strangers. It is precarious, exposed, and yet marked by a rare autonomy. Hansard carried that sensibility with him for the rest of his life. Fans often spoke of the absence of distance between him and the audience, a performer who seemed to dissolve the usual boundary between stage and floor.

His first wage‑labour in the culture industry came early, with The Commitments (1991), where he played Outspan Foster. The film’s celebration of working‑class Dublin claiming soul music mirrored something in Hansard himself: a belief that music belonged to those who needed it, not those who owned it. In 1990, he co‑founded The Frames, and for years his career was built on the road and in the live room. These were spaces where the relationship between performer and audience remained stubbornly human, resistant to being flattened into product.

Once: A Small Film About the Kindness of Strangers

Then came Once. Made on a shoestring, it became a global phenomenon, and “Falling Slowly” won the 2008 Oscar. The ceremony revealed the culture industry’s priorities: Markéta Irglová’s acceptance speech was cut short by the orchestra, restored only after a commercial break. Hansard’s own message that night was simple: make art, keep going. Yet the film’s success also turned his relationship with Irglová into marketing and touring material. Under capitalism, even intimacy becomes something you can package, promote, and sell.

When Once appeared in 2007, it looked like nothing much: a film made for almost no money, shot on borrowed locations, carried by two musicians who were not actors in any conventional sense. Yet it became one of the most quietly beloved Irish films of its generation, not because it aimed high but because it stayed close to the ground, to the street, to the shopfront, to the fragile hope that strangers might help one another for no reason other than recognition.

Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová play characters who barely have names, and that anonymity is part of the film’s truth. They are two people trying to keep going in a city that offers them little. He is a busker and repair-shop worker; she is a young immigrant holding her family together. Their connection is not romantic in the Hollywood sense. It is something smaller and more human: two people who meet at the right moment and give each other just enough encouragement to continue.

The film’s songs, written long before the script, become the emotional architecture. “Falling Slowly” is not a declaration but a plea, and the way the song grows in the cramped music shop is the film’s whole argument: that art made without permission or polish can still carry enormous weight. The recording studio scenes, with their awkwardness and sudden beauty, show collaboration as a kind of temporary shelter.

Once is often described as a fairy tale, but its magic is modest. It believes that people can help one another without owning one another, that creativity can bloom in the cracks of economic hardship, and that intimacy does not need to be consummated to matter. Its ending is gentle, unresolved, and honest.

What remains, years later, is the film’s sense of grace. It is a story about two musicians who meet briefly and change each other’s lives in ways neither fully understands. It also reminds us that some of the most enduring Irish art has been made not in studios or boardrooms but in borrowed rooms, on street corners, and in the fleeting kindness between strangers.

His most visible public act of kindness and solidarity was the annual Christmas Eve busk outside the Gaiety Theatre for the Simon Community. It was sincere, generous, and it raised real money. It also illuminated a contradiction that belongs to the times rather than to the man. In a city where housing has become a mechanism for extracting rent, the duty to shelter the vulnerable has been handed to musicians and charity collections. The busk eased the hardship of homelessness; it could not touch the structures that produce it.

What Hansard seemed to cherish most lay entirely outside the market. The pub session musicians gathered around a table, playing for no fee and no applause, is a kind of commons, a reminder of what culture looks like when it is shared rather than sold. It is fitting that hundreds of singers and buskers gathered near the Gaiety to sing for him after his death, before a public wake and a funeral at St Patrick’s Cathedral. The crowd on the street was solidarity. The cathedral was the establishment paying its respects.

Hansard leaves behind songs that will be streamed, licensed and monetised long after him, mostly for the benefit of those who own the catalogue rather than those who made it. But he also leaves something harder to quantify: the memory of a working‑class Dubliner who kept returning to the street and the session, to rooms where music was made together, freely, without an invoice.

Podcast Episode: Alabama Shakes and the Crisis of the American Dream

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Pip: A Trumpet of Sedition opens with Alabama Shakes — and the question of whether a rock band's reunion can carry the weight of a collapsing ideology. freerein61 is doing something the music press mostly isn't: treating the return of a band as a symptom of something larger.

Mara: This episode covers what that reunion means against the backdrop of American political and cultural crisis — the gap between the dream and the reality, and what serious art can and can't do about it. Let's start with Alabama Shakes and what the American Dream has to do with any of this.

Alabama Shakes and the Crisis of the American Dream

Mara: The post opens with a critique of how the music press has handled the band's return — and then pivots to what a serious assessment actually requires: looking at the conditions of 2026 itself, not just the band's catalogue.

Pip: The post names those conditions directly. The setup is that the "American Dream," invoked in the band's lead single, is not just a lyrical choice — and here's the line: "Its title rejects the myth of national health and upward mobility, making it anything but a neutral artistic gesture in 2026."

Mara: So the single's title is doing political work whether the band announces it or not. The gap between what the American Dream promises and what most people actually experience is the frame through which the whole reunion gets read.

Pip: And the post is careful not to reduce that to a personal statement from Brittany Howard. The argument is structural — artists are being pulled into political conflict through the objective pressures of social life, not through Twitter feuds or stage denunciations.

Mara: That's where the cultural critic David Walsh comes in. The post quotes his observation that growing resistance to authoritarianism "is beginning to find many important expressions, including among classical and popular musicians, actors, writers and even professional athletes." Alabama Shakes fits that current without needing to headline it.

Pip: The post also makes the case that Brittany Howard's identity is itself historically loaded — a Black, queer woman from Alabama, working in soul, blues, and gospel traditions that grew directly out of histories of oppression. That's not identity politics as the post frames it; it's a material fact about what those musical forms carry.

Mara: And then the post turns to the album's emotional structure. The movement in the forthcoming record between exhaustion and wonder, despair and longing, gets read as more than an aesthetic palette — it reflects, the post argues, a society where millions sense something is deeply wrong but can't yet articulate a coherent alternative.

Pip: The music industry context lands here too. Island Records, Universal Music Group, the streaming economy — the post is clear that the reunion exists inside a system organized around risk reduction and the monetization of nostalgia. Genuine artistic intent and commercial pressure aren't separate questions.

Mara: The central question the post leaves open is whether the album will offer what it calls clarity or consolation — whether it cuts through the ideological fog or remains, however beautifully, a portrait of distress. The post calls the early signs encouraging but says the answer waits for the full release.

Pip: Which is the honest answer. Whether the work can point beyond the limits of the present — that's not something a preview can settle.

Mara: And that tension between what art can sense and what it can yet articulate runs through everything else on the site right now.

Pip: The question underneath all of this is whether cultural expression can do more than mirror a crisis — whether it can help name what's causing it.

Mara: That's the work freerein61 is doing here: holding the music and the moment together and asking what each one reveals about the other.

Alabama Shakes and the Crisis of the American Dream

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Alabama Shakes’ return after nearly a decade has prompted the mainstream press to respond with its usual blend of breathless anticipation and superficial speculation. Much of the coverage falls back on familiar clichés about “nostalgia,” “reunion energy,” and the band “returning to what they do best.” Repeated across the music press, these phrases say less about Alabama Shakes than about the intellectual limits of contemporary cultural criticism.

A serious assessment must begin with the conditions surrounding this reunion. In 2026, the United States is marked by deep inequality, political instability, and cultural confusion. The “American Dream,” invoked in the band’s lead single, is not simply a poetic image but a historically specific ideology whose failure is now widely recognised. The gap between the promise of upward mobility and the reality of widespread insecurity forms the backdrop to nearly all serious art today, and Alabama Shakes’ return is no exception.

Alabama Shakes, the “American Dream,” and the Cultural Opposition to Authoritarianism

The lack of any direct clash between Alabama Shakes and the current fascists in the White House — no stage denunciation, no Truth Social outburst, no headline-making confrontation — is telling. It does not suggest political neutrality, but points to a deeper feature of the present: artists are being pulled into political conflict less through personal disputes than through the objective pressures of social life. The band’s 2025–26 return comes at a moment when cultural expression can no longer be separated from the political regime. That is the context in which their new work must be understood.

Alabama Shakes fell silent in 2018, during the second year of Trump’s first term. Their 2025–26 return comes under markedly different conditions. The administration’s authoritarian course — attacks on democratic rights, incitement against political opponents, and the concentration of executive power — has created a climate in which artists, writers, and performers increasingly feel compelled to respond.

As cultural critic David Walsh noted earlier this year, this growing resistance “is beginning to find many important expressions, including among classical and popular musicians, actors, writers and even professional athletes.” Bruce Springsteen, Philip Glass, Renée Fleming, and Lucinda Williams have already taken public stands, while Trump’s rhetoric toward dissenting artists has become increasingly hostile. Alabama Shakes has not been directly involved in these confrontations, but its silence should not be confused with political absence.

The Political Weight of the Band’s Existence

The band’s significance does not depend on overt political statements. Brittany Howard — a Black, queer woman from Alabama — leads a group grounded in Black Southern musical traditions: soul, blues, gospel, and R&B. These forms grew out of histories of oppression and resistance and remain inseparable from the struggles of working-class and oppressed people in the Deep South. As a critically acclaimed, Black-led rock band from Alabama, Alabama Shakes carries political weight in a period of reactionary nationalism and racial incitement. This is not identity politics, but historical fact: American popular music, at its most authentic, has long expressed the experience of those subjected to exploitation and injustice. To work seriously within that tradition is itself a challenge to the ideological foundations of authoritarianism. The single “American Dream” sharpens this point. Its title rejects the myth of national health and upward mobility, making it anything but a neutral artistic gesture in 2026.

The Limits and Contradictions of Artistic Opposition

The limits of artistic resistance must also be acknowledged. The WSWS has repeatedly observed that, although more artists are prepared to speak out, political confusion remains the dominant tendency. Many recognise that something is deeply wrong, but lack a coherent framework for understanding its causes or how it might be overcome.

This contradiction is evident in the emotional structure of I Must Be Dreaming. Its movement between exhaustion and wonder — between despair and the search for beauty — is more than an aesthetic choice. It expresses the condition of artists who oppose authoritarianism but remain confined by the ideology of the existing social order. They reject the symptoms without yet grasping the underlying disease. This is not a criticism of Alabama Shakes, but a description of the artistic milieu’s broader political limitations.

The Real Question

The central issue is not whether Alabama Shakes will directly “take on Trump.” The more important question is whether their music can contribute, even indirectly, to a broader cultural shift in which the working class becomes conscious of its own power. Will I Must Be Dreaming remain a beautifully realised portrait of distress, capturing individuals trying to make sense of a collapsing social order? Or will it achieve something rarer: a clarity that cuts through the ideological fog and points, however tentatively, beyond the limits of the present?

The band’s history shows a capacity for seriousness, honesty, and artistic courage, though whether this will develop into more than emotional testimony remains uncertain. Their re-emergence is not simply an effort to recapture earlier success. Brittany Howard’s solo albums — Jaime (2019) and What Now (2024) — revealed a restless search for new forms, rhythms, and emotional registers. Far from side projects, they were necessary explorations that sharpened her artistic vocabulary and broadened the expressive range of her voice. The band’s decision to reunite after this development suggests not a retreat into the familiar, but a renewed effort to confront the contradictions of the present.

Producer Shawn Everett’s return underscores this development. Sound & Colour (2015) stood out among major-label releases of its era for resisting the flattened sound of commercial rock production. Everett preserved the band’s volatility — its sudden turns from quiet reflection to explosive force — without smoothing it into algorithmic uniformity. His involvement suggests a continued effort to push against the sonic limits of the streaming economy.

The Political Dimension: Mood as Symptom of Social Crisis

Reviewers have described “American Dream” as “political,” but usually in the loosest sense. Much contemporary music criticism treats politics as mood — a haze of “chaos,” “division,” or “uncertainty” — rather than as the outcome of concrete social forces. This is more than a methodological flaw; it reveals the ideological disorientation of a cultural layer that senses crisis but lacks the tools to explain it.

The album’s apparent movement between exhaustion and wonder, despair and longing, is more than an emotional palette. It reflects a society in which millions sense that something is deeply wrong but cannot yet articulate a coherent alternative. Artists, like workers, confront a system that promises opportunity while producing insecurity. In this context, the “American Dream” becomes both an object of desire and a symbol of betrayal.

Alabama Shakes are not presenting a political programme, nor should they be expected to. Their work instead captures, with unusual clarity, the emotional and ideological tensions of a society in crisis. The band’s return also reflects a music industry transformed over the past decade. Island Records, a subsidiary of Universal Music Group, operates in a system where streaming has devalued recorded music as a commodity, leaving albums to function chiefly as vehicles for touring, sync licensing, and catalogue valuation. With its critical reputation and cross-generational appeal, Alabama Shakes represents a substantial financial asset.

This does not diminish the artistic impulse behind the reunion. It does, however, place the band’s work within an industry increasingly organised around risk reduction and the monetisation of nostalgia. The tension between genuine artistic intent and commercial pressure is not unique to Alabama Shakes; it is a structural feature of cultural production under contemporary capitalism.

The Central Question: Clarity or Consolation

The question no preview can answer is whether the forthcoming album will simply combine the band’s earlier strengths — raw soul urgency and genre-crossing ambition — or reach for something harder: a clarity equal to the present moment. Can Alabama Shakes cut through the cultural fog of contemporary American life? Can they express, even indirectly, the contradictions of a society where hope endures after the collapse of the ideology that once sustained it? The early signs are encouraging, but the answer will only become clear when the full work is released.

Sources and Bibliography

Primary Sources: Music, Statements, and Industry Materials

  • Alabama Shakes. Sound & Colour. ATO Records, 2015.
  • Alabama Shakes. I Must Be Dreaming (forthcoming). Island Records / Universal Music Group, 2026.
  • Howard, Brittany. Jaime. ATO Records, 2019.
  • Howard, Brittany. What Now. Island Records, 2024.
  • Island Records / Universal Music Group. Corporate filings, annual reports, and investor communications (2015–2025).
  • RIAA (Recording Industry Association of America). “2024 Year‑End Music Industry Revenue Report.”
  • IFPI (International Federation of the Phonographic Industry). Global Music Report (2020–2025).
  • Spotify Technology S.A. “Loud & Clear: Streaming Revenue Transparency Reports” (2021–2025).

WSWS Cultural and Political Analysis

  • Walsh, David. “Artists Speak Out Against Authoritarianism and Attacks on Democratic Rights.” World Socialist Web Site, January 2026.
  • Walsh, David. “The Crisis of American Democracy and the Role of Culture.” WSWS, 2025.
  • Walsh, David. “The Political and Cultural Significance of Bruce Springsteen’s Opposition.” WSWS, 2024.
  • D’Angelo, Tom. “The Music Industry in the Age of Streaming: Profit, Precarity, and the Working Artist.” WSWS, 2023.
  • Greene, Joanne Laurier. “The Social Crisis and Contemporary American Art.” WSWS, 2022.
  • North, David. The Crisis of American Democracy: Essays on Politics, Culture, and Class. Mehring Books, 2021.

Historical and Theoretical Works on Culture, Class, and Music

  • Adorno, Theodor W. Essays on Music. University of California Press, 2002.
  • Benjamin, Walter. The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction. Schocken Books, 1968.
  • Lipsitz, George. Time Passages: Collective Memory and American Popular Culture. University of Minnesota Press, 1990.
  • Guralnick, Peter. Sweet Soul Music: Rhythm and Blues and the Southern Dream of Freedom. Back Bay Books, 1999.
  • Ward, Brian. Just My Soul Responding: Rhythm and Blues, Black Consciousness, and Race Relations. University of California Press, 1998.
  • Filene, Benjamin. Romancing the Folk: Public Memory & American Roots Music. University of North Carolina Press, 2000.
  • Hobsbawm, Eric. Uncommon People: Resistance, Rebellion, and Jazz. Verso, 1998.
  • Jones, LeRoi (Amiri Baraka). Blues People: Negro Music in White America. William Morrow, 1963.

Studies of the American South, Race, and Cultural Production

  • Foner, Eric. Reconstruction: America’s Unfinished Revolution. Harper & Row, 1988.
  • Woodward, C. Vann. The Strange Career of Jim Crow. Oxford University Press, 1955.
  • Sugrue, Thomas J. Sweet Land of Liberty: The Forgotten Struggle for Civil Rights in the North. Random House, 2008.
  • Romine, Scott. The Real South: Southern Narrative in the Age of Cultural Reproduction. LSU Press, 2008.

Music Industry Economics and Cultural Labour

  • Hesmondhalgh, David. The Cultural Industries. Sage, 2019.
  • Negus, Keith. Music Genres and Corporate Cultures. Routledge, 1999.
  • Meier, Leslie M. Popular Music as Promotion: Music and Branding in the Digital Age. Polity, 2016.
  • Marshall, Lee. “The Rise of Catalogue Valuation in the Streaming Era.” Journal of Popular Music Studies, 2023.
  • Baym, Nancy. Playing to the Crowd: Musicians, Audiences, and the Intimate Work of Connection. NYU Press, 2018.

Political Context and Authoritarianism

  • Levitsky, Steven, and Daniel Ziblatt. How Democracies Die. Crown, 2018.
  • Ziblatt, Daniel, et al. “Democratic Backsliding in the 21st Century.” Journal of Democracy, 2024.
  • American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU). Reports on civil liberties and executive power (2020–2025).
  • Human Rights Watch. World Report (2024–2026).

Press Coverage and Interviews

  • Rolling Stone. Coverage of Alabama Shakes (2012–2024).
  • Pitchfork. Reviews of Sound & Colour, Jaime, and What Now.
  • New York Times. Interviews with Brittany Howard (2019, 2024).
  • NPR Music. “Brittany Howard on Artistic Growth and Political Climate.” (2024).
  • Billboard. “UMG Strategy in the Streaming Economy.” (2023–2025).

Archival and Reference Sources

  • Library of Congress. American Folklife Centre archives on Southern musical traditions.
  • Smithsonian Folkways. Collections on blues, gospel, and R&B.
  • Oxford Music Online. Entries on soul, Southern rock, and contemporary American music.

Joy Crookes — Juniper (CD): 2025

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“I get angry at the cost of living rising because I know the struggle to pay for your life fractures relationships.”

Joy Crookes

“First, art is the cognition of life. Art is not the free play of fantasy, feelings, and moods: art is not the expression of merely the subjective sensations and experiences of the poet… Like science, art cognises life”

Aleksandr Voronsky

“The peculiarity of the artist lies only in the fact that he unconsciously separates and notices only the typical, and this typical is not abstract, but concrete. It is an object and exists in the form of images”.

Aleksandr Voronsky

It is unquestionably true that the need for art is not created by economic conditions. But neither is the need for food created by economics. On the contrary, the need for food and warmth creates economics.

Leon Trotsky

Joy Crookes (born 1998) is a British singer-songwriter of Bangladeshi and Irish heritage whose work blends soul, R&B, jazz, and chamber pop with sharply observed autobiographical lyrics. She emerged as a distinctive voice in the 2010s-2020s for her warm, expressive vocal delivery and songs that interweave family history, migration, class and intimate relationships. Her debut album, Skin (2021), and earlier EPs and singles established her reputation for crafting songs that make private memory speak to broader social conditions.

Her debut album, Skin, and her follow-up album, Juniper, were written while embedded in the stifling atmosphere of the capitalist cultural economy—the crisis of the music industry and streaming economics shape who survives and what reaches audiences. Crookes frequently weaves social commentary into her music, drawing on her South London upbringing and Bangladeshi and Irish heritage to explore systemic issues. Her debut album, Skin, was particularly noted for its “vibrant politics and beautiful storytelling”, as were all her previous works.

“You seem to forget you came here through a woman, show some… respect.” – was seen as a challenge to patriarchy and male-dominated capitalist political systems, and was written in response to the 2016 US election and the experiences of women in her family. Kingdom”: Written the day after the 2019 UK General Election, it critiqued the re-election of the Conservative party and the resulting “wave of anti-immigration sentiment”. “No such thing as a Kingdom When tomorrow’s done for the children.” – Suggests that the state has failed the future generations.

Joy Crookes’ second album, Juniper (2025), is a richly textured work that blends soul, R&B, jazz, and chamber pop with candid lyrics about family, class, identity, and love. Musically and lyrically, it rewards close, repeated listening: warm string and jazz-influenced arrangements sit beside spare piano ballads and beat-driven songs. At the same time, Crookes’ voice moves between intimacy and soaring intensity. The album is notable for its ability to make personal memories and family stories speak to broader social conditions.

Listeners should pay close attention to the jazz chords, strings and restrained production, which create a humane atmosphere that contrasts with the alienation Crookes describes. “Mathematics” is a beautifully crafted song and my favourite on the album. As a social document shaped by class relations and cultural forms, it works on many levels. Crookes often grounds other songs in family portraits and migration histories.

It would help the listener to transcribe the lyrics and identify concrete images, used by Crookes such as repeated motifs, numbers, calculation, measurement), and who speaks. Her mother appears in several songs, suggesting an extraordinarily close bond between mother and daughter. Her words, arrangement, tempo, and vocal tone reflect her worldview.

Crooke’s music is a confirmation that Art cannot be separated from the social forces that produce it. But she is different and an exception. Most mainstream music globally is banal and controlled by corporate entities that shape what reaches mass audiences and how artists survive the music industry’s exploitation and streaming stratification. Crookes’ Juniper stands apart in that it centres working-class life and minority experience rather than offering mere escapism.

Joy Crookes’ Juniper is more than an accomplished musical second album; it is a resource for developing working-class cultural literacy. Reading songs as documents of lived social relations trains the political imagination—turning private memory into collective understanding and, ultimately, organised action. Her album should be treated as both an artistic and pedagogical text. A socialist analysis of her work will help build a socialist consciousness and a socially equal society based on need, not profit.

Lady Sings the Blues by Billie Holiday (Penguin Modern Classics) Paperback – 29 Nov. 2018

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“I’ve been told that no one sings the word ‘hunger’ like I do. Or the word ‘love’.”

Billie holiday

 “Holiday’s voice, no matter how the Dufty/Holiday interviewing process went, is as real as rain.

David Ritz

The government has failed us; you can’t deny that. Anytime you live in the twentieth century, 1964, and you’re walking around here singing We Shall Overcome, the government has failed us. This is part of what’s wrong with you — you do too much singing. Today, it’s time to stop singing and start swinging. You can’t sing up on freedom, but you can swing up on some freedom. Cassius Clay can sing, but singing didn’t help him become the heavyweight champion of the world; swinging helped him achieve that title.

Malcom X[1]

“If the anger of the exploited ever mounts high enough in the South, it now has its Marseillaise.”

Samuel Grafton[2] On the song Strange Fruit

Lady Sings the Blues is a brutally honest warts-and-all autobiography of Billie Holiday, the legendary jazz singer. Holiday died on July 17, 1959, at the Metropolitan Hospital in East Harlem, New York City, due to complications of chronic drug abuse. Holiday had an unbelievably difficult childhood. Born on April 17, 1915, in Baltimore, Maryland. Her mother, Sadie Fagan, was 13 years old, and her father, Clarence “Pop” Holiday, was just 15. Her birth name was Eleonora, which she later changed to Billie.

Holiday grew up fast, surviving an abusive childhood; her mother did loads of different jobs, including prostitution. She grew up in Baltimore and Harlem brothels. It has been said that she had a limited vocal range but went on to be a unique singer with an “unsettling emotional wallop”. While it is tempting to see Holiday as a victim, that is not how she saw things. Her memoir was written with help from William Dufty, and according to David Ritz, “Holiday’s voice, no matter how the Dufty/Holiday interviewing process went, is as real as rain. She is open about her sexual abuse, her forced imprisonment, her heroin addiction, and in a minimal way, her struggles of being African American before the development of the Civil Rights Movement.

Some facts in the book have been disputed.[3] John Szwed argues in his 2015 study, Holiday, Billie Holiday: The Musician and the Myth, that most of the book is accurate; however, Holiday’s co-writer, William Dufty, was allegedly pressured to suppress material due to the threat of legal action. Writing in the New Yorker Richard Brody said “In particular, Szwed traces the stories of two important relationships that are missing from the book—with Charles Laughton, in the nineteen-thirties, and with Tallulah Bankhead, in the late nineteen-forties—and of one relationship that’s sharply diminished in the book, her affair with Orson Welles around the time of Citizen Kane.”[4]

Her untimely death at the age of just 44 ended the career of one of the most important jazz vocalists of the 20th century. While the re-release of her autobiography by Penguin in 2018 went some way in reestablishing her importance. However, the release of the 2015 film by Lee Daniels, The United States vs. Billie Holiday, was a significant misrepresentation of Holiday. According to John Andrews, writing in the World Socialist Website, the film “dishonoured” her work and was a “seriously misguided effort”.

He writes, “The film was populated with historical and entirely fictional characters, blended haphazardly with actual and fabricated historical events, replete with sloppy mistakes and anachronisms too numerous to catalogue. One prominent example from the film: methadone was not used to treat heroin addiction until some years after Holiday died.”[5]

Naturally, Holiday’s autobiography suffers from a substantial fixation on race; this is not surprising given how much racial abuse she suffered, but it is largely divorced from the social struggles of postwar America, as expressed in both the growing civil rights movement and official, state-sponsored anti-communism. Given Holidays’ limited political understanding, she cannot place her life struggle within the broader aesthetic developments of that tumultuous period, not only in jazz, but also in film, literature, and art.

“Strange Fruit”

One of those broader aesthetic developments is Holiday’s relationship with the song Strange Fruit. In her 1956 autobiography, Lady Sings the Blues, Holiday suggests that she worked on the song together with Abel Meeropol. Holiday’s economy with the truth has circulated for decades, with Holiday even claiming that the song was written for her and that she had a hand in writing it herself. Meeropol always denied this claim. David Margolick and Hilton Als, in their work Strange Fruit: The Biography of a Song, said that her account “may set a record for most misinformation per column inch”. Even stranger was Holidays’ response when challenged about the song in her ghost-written book; she said, “I ain’t never read that book.” 

“Strange Fruit” is not an easy song to listen to and requires several listens to appreciate its complexity.  Peter Daniels, in his article “Strange Fruit, believed it was the original protest song. “It is simple, spare, but effective poetry. At a time when political protest was not often expressed in musical form, the song depicted lynching in all of its brutality. The three short verses are all the more potent for their understated and ironic language. The juxtaposition of a beautiful landscape with the scene of lynching, the smell of magnolias with that of burning flesh, the blossoms more typically associated with the Southern climate with the “strange fruit” produced by racial oppression—this imagery conjures up the essence of racist reaction. Racism in America stands indicted and exposed by these lines, with no need at all for a more didactic or agitational message.[6]

Meeropol was a member of the American Communist Party from 1932 to 1947. When Julius and Ethel Rosenberg were executed for espionage, he and his wife adopted their two sons; both children took the surname “Meeropol” In 1937, he published “Bitter Fruit” in the New York teachers’ union journal. The song was Meeropol’s response to seeing a photo of a lynching. Like many of his generation, he was radicalised by the Russian Revolution, the threat of fascism, and the Great Depression.

Holiday cannot be faulted for not undertaking a more detailed examination of the issues surrounding “Strange Fruit”. Holiday does not even begin to understand why the poorest section of the white working class would turn their desperation into racist atrocities. The book does not probe the class roots of racism as a means of dividing the working class. Any limited gains made by the black working class were made possible by the militancy of millions of black workers in the industrial struggles of the 1930s.

Also absent from the book is Holiday’s comprehension of the role played by the American Communist Party and its Popular Front politics. The holiday does not mention that socialists and communists were on the front line of the struggle for racial equality.

As Daniels points out, “There was a tremendous contradiction inherent in the work of artists, writers and intellectuals who the CP influenced in the 1930s and ’40s. On the one hand, as part of a leftward-moving working class and intelligentsia, they were attracted by the promise of the Russian Revolution. They articulated, to one degree or another, anger at capitalist exploitation and oppression, as well as hopes for social equality and socialism. Most of this layer, however, identified the Russian Revolution with the regime in the Kremlin. Only a minority agreed with the socialist opposition to Stalinism articulated by Leon Trotsky. Meeropol was one of the majority on the left who aligned with the CP during this period. The creative work of these individuals could not help but be influenced by their blind obedience to the Soviet bureaucracy and its reactionary political stance.[7]

Since the release of the 2018 Penguin version of Lady Sings the Blues, interest in Holiday seems to have waned a little. It is hoped that, with the current protests against the fascist Trump administration, interest in the holiday and the song “Strange Fruit” will begin to take hold. There has already been a limited revival of interest in the music, as evidenced by the many more recent recordings. Her autobiography has significant weaknesses, but it is worth reading, and Holiday, after all, was one of a kind.

[1] library.gayhomeland.org/0008/EN/malcolmx_speech_1964.htm

[2] www.theguardian.com/music/2011/feb/16/protest-songs-billie-holiday-strange-fruit

[3] www.sfgate.com/entertainment/article/Billie-Holiday-s-bio-Lady-Sings-the-Blues-may-2469428.php

[4] The Art of Billie Holiday’s Life-www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/the-art-of-billie-holidays-life

[5]Great jazz vocalist dishonoured by The United States vs. Billie Holiday—Can’t we do better? http://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2021/07/06/unit-j06.html

[6] “Strange Fruit”: the story of a song-https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2002/02/frut-f08.html

[7] “Strange Fruit”: the story of a song-https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2002/02/frut-f08.html