The homosocial
Oct. 28th, 2006 12:00 amLet's consider "the homosocial"; the idea that men have a suppressed, de-sexualised homo-orientation which operates in the social realm, making their business, work and leisure relationships particularly intense, and their world of power particularly difficult for women to break into. The homosocial can express itself positively -- in the form of pacts, squash games, beer quaffing and other jock-type male bonding. But it can also express itself negatively as fierce rivalries, sparring and conflict. Even when this happens, though, women are often surprised by the intensity of the hate, which can seem like the flipside of a peculiar form of male-on-male love.

I'm not really sure how the homosocial applies to me; I prefer to spend my time with women. So much so that I undervalue and ignore excellent male artists in favour of their girlfriends. I've mentioned Hikaru Furuhashi quite a few times on Click Opera, for instance, yet passed over her brilliant (ex-)boyfriend, Sean Talley, whose new blog is great.
It reminds me -- I remind me -- of Leos Carax. I loved Carax's films in the 80s, so when my wife Shazna befriended him in Paris (partly in revenge for me spending so much time with Kahimi Karie) I asked whether I could join them for coffee one day. The answer came back: Leos only likes the company of women. Carax was apparently too like me to like me.
Of course, it could be that this avoidance of homosocial bonding is itself an intense form of male-on-male passion. "You're a secret macho," Hisae told me when I explained the concept of the homosocial to her yesterday. "You can't deal with men because they bring out your aggressive, competitive side." It's true; anyone who's read my comments on Neomarxisme knows how intensely savage I can be.
Or how about the strange, fraught tale of my relations with New York indie record store Other Music? Last year, I blogged rather critically about their newsletter. The next time I entered the store, manager Josh Madell confronted me with an angry, betrayed, emotion-filled rant. "I'm on the verge of crying," I wrote at the time. It was all oddly intense, much more than a spot of tension between an artist and a record store.
This year, I didn't dare go into Other Music at all. I just didn't want to mix my record-shopping with the kind of feelings you get visiting an ex-lover with whom you've had a painful break-up. Just as I'd done with, say, John Peel or the NME (to name two of my failed homosocial bondings back in the UK music industry), I pretty much assumed I'd never be stocked by Other Music again, never be mentioned in their newsletter. It was just as well I had an alternative world to flirt with, a world less fraught with paranoid misunderstandings, a world generally better aligned with my own worldview: the art world. Sure, Pitchfork might not be returning my calls, but I had Chrissie Iles and Roberta Smith giving me a big thumbs up from the art world (a career path dominated by women, heterosocial bliss for someone like me)!

So it was with a rush of emotion -- the return of the homosocial repressed, if you will -- that I discovered that Other Music has this month reviewed Ocky Milk. And reviewed it rather kindly.
"I'm actually a bit nervous reviewing the latest Momus release," wrote -- gasp! -- manager Josh Madell, "as I'm all too aware that he frequently critiques his critics in his blog, and he took strong offense to what he (absurdly) viewed as a slight in these pages last time around". Palm frond duly extended, Josh ends with an ever-so-slightly mocking pean: "You're great Momus, a genius and a true star, also handsome and smart and cool as can be…OK?"
Okay, that's acceptable flattery. Now what do we do, keep our clothes on?
See, there's the rub. I'm so used to seeing sex as the ultimate reward for my cultural activity that "success" defined in terms of selling records, making money, gaining the respect of male peers, having the industry behind you, and all the rest of that homosocial stuff seems... well, gay. And if I actually were gay, this homosocial bonding thing would be logical enough -- it would lead to sex. But I'm straight, which is why I want women to run the world. I want making it and making out to be the same thing.

I'm not really sure how the homosocial applies to me; I prefer to spend my time with women. So much so that I undervalue and ignore excellent male artists in favour of their girlfriends. I've mentioned Hikaru Furuhashi quite a few times on Click Opera, for instance, yet passed over her brilliant (ex-)boyfriend, Sean Talley, whose new blog is great.
It reminds me -- I remind me -- of Leos Carax. I loved Carax's films in the 80s, so when my wife Shazna befriended him in Paris (partly in revenge for me spending so much time with Kahimi Karie) I asked whether I could join them for coffee one day. The answer came back: Leos only likes the company of women. Carax was apparently too like me to like me.
Of course, it could be that this avoidance of homosocial bonding is itself an intense form of male-on-male passion. "You're a secret macho," Hisae told me when I explained the concept of the homosocial to her yesterday. "You can't deal with men because they bring out your aggressive, competitive side." It's true; anyone who's read my comments on Neomarxisme knows how intensely savage I can be.
Or how about the strange, fraught tale of my relations with New York indie record store Other Music? Last year, I blogged rather critically about their newsletter. The next time I entered the store, manager Josh Madell confronted me with an angry, betrayed, emotion-filled rant. "I'm on the verge of crying," I wrote at the time. It was all oddly intense, much more than a spot of tension between an artist and a record store.
This year, I didn't dare go into Other Music at all. I just didn't want to mix my record-shopping with the kind of feelings you get visiting an ex-lover with whom you've had a painful break-up. Just as I'd done with, say, John Peel or the NME (to name two of my failed homosocial bondings back in the UK music industry), I pretty much assumed I'd never be stocked by Other Music again, never be mentioned in their newsletter. It was just as well I had an alternative world to flirt with, a world less fraught with paranoid misunderstandings, a world generally better aligned with my own worldview: the art world. Sure, Pitchfork might not be returning my calls, but I had Chrissie Iles and Roberta Smith giving me a big thumbs up from the art world (a career path dominated by women, heterosocial bliss for someone like me)!

So it was with a rush of emotion -- the return of the homosocial repressed, if you will -- that I discovered that Other Music has this month reviewed Ocky Milk. And reviewed it rather kindly.
"I'm actually a bit nervous reviewing the latest Momus release," wrote -- gasp! -- manager Josh Madell, "as I'm all too aware that he frequently critiques his critics in his blog, and he took strong offense to what he (absurdly) viewed as a slight in these pages last time around". Palm frond duly extended, Josh ends with an ever-so-slightly mocking pean: "You're great Momus, a genius and a true star, also handsome and smart and cool as can be…OK?"
Okay, that's acceptable flattery. Now what do we do, keep our clothes on?
See, there's the rub. I'm so used to seeing sex as the ultimate reward for my cultural activity that "success" defined in terms of selling records, making money, gaining the respect of male peers, having the industry behind you, and all the rest of that homosocial stuff seems... well, gay. And if I actually were gay, this homosocial bonding thing would be logical enough -- it would lead to sex. But I'm straight, which is why I want women to run the world. I want making it and making out to be the same thing.
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-27 10:16 pm (UTC)"See, there's the rub. I'm so used to seeing sex as the ultimate reward for my cultural activity"
Well at least you're honest, if a little crass.
Your friend, Willy fae the OSP
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:22 pm (UTC)Women gave up on figuring out themselves long ago when they found out they had tits and could get men to do all the work.
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Date: 2006-10-27 10:58 pm (UTC)I remember when we were doing it in my second year at uni and I spent two hours trying to explain to the lecturer that the theory was stupid because it got rid all kinds of fun opportunities for sex, and he was so angry at the end of it he refused to grade my essay about Peter Pan and made all my marks disappear into space so that I still don't have a grade for that year.
Still, it was worth it to see someone actually froth at the mouth with anger and seeing in their eyes the desire to strangle me.
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Date: 2006-10-27 11:02 pm (UTC)Escape from freedom?
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Date: 2006-10-27 11:48 pm (UTC)I will say one thing about the homosocial world, though, men can forgive and go from enemies to friends in a heartbeat (or in this case, a kind review and apology). I've noticed, as I'm sure you have too, women aren't quite so forgiving.
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Date: 2006-10-28 12:31 am (UTC)Kinda adds another degree to the whole homosocial thing, eh? ;D
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Date: 2006-10-28 12:49 am (UTC)homosocial kitty imomus?
Date: 2006-10-28 01:20 am (UTC)http://www.flickr.com/photos/troutfactory/271238472/
I recently went to the open studios at Kyoto Zokei Geijutsu Daigaku (an art school) and in one of the studios was this fabulous Kitty Chan couture. Which I'm pretty sure I've seen featured somewhere, but I couldn't find it or figure out where. Oh well. Anyhow, the artist — whose name I didn't pick up — also had several images of famous people pasted into the Kitty clothes, including yourself, the Mongolian sumo wrestler Hakuho, and the young Emperor himself:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/troutfactory/271238187/
And here's a shot of the outfit itself:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/troutfactory/271237661/
Enjoy.
Trane
p.s. Once upon a time you were asking about "Japan" blogs and since I live in Japan you might call mine a "Japan" blog, though it might be too personal and idiosyncratic to qualify in any universal sense. Maybe more of a local blog that happens to find its locality in Osaka:
http://www.troutfactorynotebook.blogspot.com/
Re: homosocial kitty imomus?
Date: 2006-10-28 07:02 am (UTC)I've added your blog to my daily rounds.
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Date: 2006-10-28 04:10 am (UTC)Men who are uncomfortable around other men are probably just feeling insecure . Men who are only comfortable around women are probably just eager to get the pleasure that comes from being an alpha male or desirable male that gets lots of female attention. Not a bad thing, but you're apt to get left in the dust when other men show up...
I dunno. I used to think I was like this until I went to a Japanese bath house and talked about baseball, pro wrestling, hookers and booze with some old Japanese dudes. Then, I was better at being an adult male.
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Date: 2006-10-28 05:04 am (UTC)maybe i'm just too far out of the city. who knows.
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Date: 2006-10-28 08:21 am (UTC)I was dating N, a beautiful woman, who also happened to be my plugger (the person who promotes records to the radio stations). She was also dating M, a record company boss. I had "heard so much about him". Finally met him... and he became my music publisher, making lots of money from my Kahimi Karie hits and encouraging me to find a female singer (Laila France) in Paris -- a strongly destabilizing factor in my marriage, as it turned out. So, although I certainly never had sex with him, he was a big part of both my material and sexual life for about five years. N, meanwhile, moved on from both of us, leaving us "together".
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Date: 2006-10-28 07:59 am (UTC)this all reminds me very slightly of an excellent king missile song:
http://lyrics.rare-lyrics.com/K/King-Missile/Gay-Or-Not-Gay.html
"Discussing sex with a guy is gay. Discussing sex with a woman is straight, even telling a woman "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to suck a cock" is straight...See, look, I, I know I'm homophobic, but not about gay guys. They don't bother me at all. It's straight guys who don't know they're gay. They f**k my sh*t right up. Like a guy calls me up and says "A bunch of us guys are gonna sit around in our underwear and watch a football game and drink beer and eat chips, and, you know, maybe wrestle with each other a little, you know, just us guys! You wanna come over?" And I'm like "No.""
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Date: 2006-10-28 08:44 am (UTC)I predict you're going to find life after 50 quite difficult
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Date: 2006-10-28 10:03 am (UTC)Oh, that's interesting, I've got that, too.
In the past I've always likened it to dog behaviour.
Like being an alpha-male that for whatever reason refuses to dominate.
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Date: 2006-10-28 11:12 am (UTC)i'm shure you very well know that's procrustean seeing from your part: the art world jumped in your bed, and you chopped off the bits you don't want to see.
you saw enough art fairs to know: the beautiful young girls at the stands are just decorative assistants, they don't run the gallery. just like in a pop music fair.
"paranoid misunderstandings" would have been a good title to lable the impression i had of the berlin art fairs this year. 80% of the galleries showing crap paintings they hoped to sell to american collectors with big enough sofas.
but that's just natural. in in the art world, as anywhere else, it's maybe 5% percent interesting, substantial, ethically enjoyable (difficult term - some really evil people make my cut, and it would need a complicated discussion, why, in each case. l. -f. céline, for an example) people/works one has to search for. that's my unoriginally generalizing procrustean view.
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Date: 2006-10-28 01:35 pm (UTC)click back to the first photo in your previous entry.Notice the fingers in your right hand. Tell me :do you notice it to be all to common for you to go around (in the streets, when you'r thinking, when you'r dancing, etc..)with your fingers constricted in that fashion? Tensing and loosening in an elegant manner?
Alexandre Piedade
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Date: 2006-10-28 11:07 pm (UTC)i went in there right after your "confrontation", before we hung out at GR, and looked for your albums. i've always liked that store...maybe i'll help out there when i move back to new york. which album[s] did they criticise?
Sounds a bit like Type A
Date: 2006-10-29 04:21 am (UTC)http://typea.us/
They have an annoying flash site, so I can't copy and paste the discussion of the idea that men have trouble with relationships unless some level of competition, if not violence, is involved.
barry
http://bloggy.com/
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Date: 2007-03-15 02:11 am (UTC)So you mean to say, that's why you do all the stuff you do, for the sex? That you wouldn't bother if you were pulling otherwise?
I've never gone in for the "exchange frame" regarding sex. I figure she's either attracted to you or not, and generally I get the best results when I alter my appearance.
This homosocial stuff is fascinating. I am really competitive with other males. I feel so much better to learn that this is normal.