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How Washington, D.C., Turned Its Back On Go-Go, the Music It Invented

A little more than a month ago, thousands descended on Washington, D.C.’s Howard Theater to say goodbye to a legend. Chuck Brown, the guitarist who became synonymous with D.C.’s go-go music scene, had died at age 75. But while the assembled waited in the rain to be let inside to view Brown’s body, an official-looking man—one person there said he was wearing a police jersey, while a Howard spokesperson said the man was a fire marshal—showed up and told the crowd to disband because of lightning.*

The crowd didn’t budge, recalled author Natalie Hopkinson, who was there with her two children. Instead, it got more vocal and agitated. “Wind me up, Chuck,” the masses roared (a common refrain shouted at Brown’s concerts.) Emotions were running high between go-go fans and authorities. After all, go-go’s Godfather had been laid to rest—following a decade of flagrant reminders that go-go music (or a big part of the population that listens to it, at least) isn’t welcome in the new vision of D.C.

Natalie Hopkinson in her new book Go-Go Live: The Musical Life and Death of a Chocolate Cityenthrallingly captures—with interviews, photographs and accessible reportage—the ways in which go-go tells a larger story of the nation’s capital. She traces the music’s fascinating political history, beginning with President Lincoln’s freeing of the slaves in D.C. nine months before the Emancipation Proclamation, and including the founding of the historic Howard University in 1867 and the flowering of black institutions within the city during segregation. But to read her book and then look around D.C. these days is to get the sense that go-go’s on the wane, and that the very city that created and nurtured this music has changed so fundamentally as to now reject it.

Go-go, so named because the music just goes and goes, is a love child of the blues, funk, salsa, gospel, and soul that emerged in the ’70s with obvious influences from the other Godfather, James Brown. The genre was created in D.C., a city where blacks from all corners of the globe could experience—or at least imagine—what Hopkinson calls “black privilege” in her book.

“D.C. ranked among the few cities in the United States where black people could not be called ‘minorities,’ with the whiff of inferiority that label carries with it” she writes. “To live in a Chocolate City is to taste an unquantifiable richness. It gives a unique angle of vision, an alternate lens to see world power. In a Chocolate City, black is normal.”

But even in a place like D.C., the relative “privilege” that blacks enjoy is tenuous at best. Only a month after Chuck Brown’s death, The Fordham Institute released a study citing the nation’s capital as having three of the fastest-gentrifying zip codes in the nation. The study cemented the notion that the “Chocolate City”—a moniker George Clinton of the Parliament Funk gave to the nation’s capital in the ’70s—has been undergoing a radical shift.

Continue reading at The Atlantic.com 

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About Abdul Ali

I'm a fellow at American University studying creative nonfiction and poetry. I write across a few genres but it's all brought together by larger questions about culture.

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