Sheldon Schiffer
set out to make a film about the music
of his youth. He had already written a collection of essays back
in 1986. But he realized that to make a film about punk 15 years
after its arrival in the US seemed a curious contradiction. The
act of reflecting on film to canonize punk musicians and music
goes completely against the spirit of the culture. Punk resists
hero worship – turning its creative participants into stars
is utterly un-punk. So, Schiffer put the idea aside until another
opportunity arrived that made sense.
Black Velvet Flag, with its irony, satire and parody, evolved
punk from its established aesthetic of leather boots, torn jeans
and mohawks, by appropriating and reinventing the music and fashion
of the youth of their parents. Schiffer, like band members Fred
Stesney and Jeff Musser, grew up in southern California in the
early 1980s, but was accutely aware of the romanticized memories
of his parents – the
Rat Pack lounge crowd that hailed as much from Las Vegas as from Los Angeles
or New York. The film evolved as the band evolved, both filmmaker and subject
trying to unravel the same question: How does a music culture like punk that
defines itself as non-conformist, survive when its participants age and enter
civil society? Ripe with a documentary concept, intrigued by the hillarious
attitude of the band members, and admiring its music, Schiffer got a camera and
began unraveling the puzzling contradictions of this quirky band. Beyond the
story of punks growing up into the middle class, he found a more
universal story of aging youth, of ambition struggling against
the eternal forces of adulthood and conformity. |