Henry, We Hardly Knew Ye
It would be folly to try and string together a cohesive narrative of the career of musician, artist, mathematician, philosopher and North Carolina native, Henry Flynt. His life has played out much like one of his madcap art stunts. In 1989, Flynt traveled to an as yet unopened art galley in Italy to scout the space and negotiate a showing of his own art. He photographed the rooms in the gallery, returned home, and then sent the photos he had taken of the empty walls of the gallery to the gallery owners announcing that his “show” was already over, before it had taken place. And the photos proved that the show had in fact occurred, unbeknownst to those who had been in attendance–namely Flynt and the gallery owners. Then Flynt made posters announcing the “show,” but told patrons not to bother about attending because it had already happened.
All of Flynt’s accomplishments occurred as though in a virtual vacuum, but have been documented with photos and recordings that seemingly prove that it did all happen in the real world. He could just as likely have made all this stuff up a few years ago: that he left Harvard in 1961 before obtaining a degree; that he moved to New York, hung out in the Yoko Ono loft scene arguing the finer points of musical pretension with John Cage; was squeezed out of the Velvet Underground for playing his fiddle too hillbilly; recorded several albums of his own compositions with various incarnations of bands during the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s; started a movement to rid the world of formal art; produced several installations of his own art work; and wrote extensively on philosophical problems. He could have made it all up because there seems to be almost no one who was aware of Flynt while he was doing all those things.
Even if it is all an elaborate fabrication, his records are pretty damn good.
Imagine that Warren Ellis (of Dirty Three and Bad Seeds fame) and the Rev. Horton Heat had grown up attending a one-room schoolhouse together where Ornette Coleman was the only teacher, and they formed a band with drummer Ronald Shannon Jackson; they might well have sounded like Henry Flynt.
For all the yammering Flynt does about jazz, Hindustani, and classical (there’s a three hour interview from a 2004 radio broadcast, during which you can hear several of Flynt’s recordings)–and despite the fact that he has subjected himself to extensive instruction in music theory and performance (he plays at least violin and guitar, plus he tosses around technical terms like triads and fifths and interval modulations and peppers his lengthy orations with artsy, pseudo-intellectual jargon, such as referring to particular gigs as “sound environments” rather than concerts)–his music rocks. It is a very unlikely yet highly infectious mélange of jazz, Appalachia, and rock, with infusions of Eastern experimentation.
One of the more transfixing of Flynt’s recordings is the forty-four minute long “You Are My Everlovin’ ” (Recorded Records, 2001), something Flynt called New American Ethnic Music. It is comprised of semi-sophisticated, old-timey style fiddle, sawing over the top of a deep tambura drone. If you surrender your body aural to its wilting beauty, it could deliver you unto a deep woods trance state, meditated into a reincarnation of an immense anthropomorphized oak tree, like the Ents in Return of the King-before they freaked out and stormed Isengard, of course.
The recordings that Flynt produced with his fully-staffed bands, The Insurrections and Nova’Billy, are informed by many of the same influences as were say, James Blood Ulmer or Danny Gatton, or even Led Zeppelin, but managed to sidestep the trappings of a producer’s meddlesome ambition or a record label’s marketability mandate.
A single volume of Flynt’s collected writings, Blueprint for a Higher Civilization, was published in Italy in 1975 and is of course long since out of print. You can still find lengthy sections of his musings available at a fan-maintained website, www.henryflynt.org
His musical recordings had collected, in some cases, nearly forty years of dust before a barrage of Flynt sides was released, mostly by Locust Records and Recorded Records, between 2001 and 2005. Having never found an audience or even a record label during his more productive years, Flynt, after some mysterious mishap on the way to a gig in Berlin in 1984, finally lost his ambition for public performance. He has not performed in public, nor, he claims, has he played, or otherwise composed or produced any music since.
Discography:
The first two titles were recorded in the early 1960s. The other titles show the year the music was recorded, followed by the year it was released:
Back Porch Hillbilly Blues Volume 1 (Locust Music, 2002)
Back Porch Hillbilly Blues Volume 2 (Locust Music, 2002)
C Tune (Locust Music, 1980, 2001)
Raga Electric (Locust Music, 1963/71, 2002)
I Don’t Wanna (Locust Music, 1966, 2004)
Purified by the Fire (Locust Music, 1981, 2005)
Graduation And Other New Country & Blues Music (Ampersand, 1975/79, 2001)
You Are My Everlovin’/Celestial Power (Recorded, 1980/81, 2001)
Spindizzy (Recorded, 1968/83, 2002)
Hillbilly Tape Music (Recorded, 1971/78, 2002)