Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom examines the difficulties of creative collaboration. As a young, ambitious trumpet player, Levee has trouble accepting his role as an accompanying musician. He resents having to simply play whatever he’s told, instead wanting to give the music his own flair. Because of his individualistic attitude, he often finds himself at odds with Cutler, whose job it is to make sure the other musicians play how Ma wants them to. Everyone else in the band has no problem doing what they’re told, thinking not about their own individual artistry, but about working together to make the band sound good—or, more specifically, to make it sound the way Ma wants it to sound. And yet, the play doesn’t necessarily cast Levee in a completely negative light for pursuing his artistic ambitions. Although his individualistic behavior is certainly disruptive, the play frames him as something of an innovator. While the band merely rehashes old blues styles without considering new approaches, Levee strives for something fresh and new. Considering that Sturdyvant offers to buy his songs, it even seems that Levee is onto something interesting and worthwhile. In the end, though, his headstrong ideas about art do little more than turn his bandmates against him and get him fired from the band. The play therefore suggests that there’s an inherent tension between artistic independence and collaboration—the same fiery passion fueling innovation can also alienate artists from their collaborators.
The play makes a distinction between two types of musicians, suggesting that there’s an important difference between dutiful accompanying musicians and creative bandleaders. Except for Levee, everyone in Ma’s backing band accepts that they have one job: to play the songs in whatever style Ma wants. Although it certainly takes skill to properly accompany another musician, the play implies that this skill doesn’t necessarily involve much creativity or artistic inspiration. Instead, musicians like Cutler approach their role very straightforwardly, not thinking much about the music beyond the simple act of playing the songs however they’ve been told to play them. The stage note introducing Cutler hints at this, indicating that his “understanding of his music is limited to the chord he is playing at the time he is playing it.” In other words, Cutler focuses solely on the individual building blocks of a song without considering broader, more artistic ideas about style or creative interpretation.
But Levee has trouble limiting himself to these practical considerations, instead coming up with grand ideas about art. His personal goal isn’t to just competently execute his part as an accompanying musician, but to do so in an innovative way. He therefore takes issue with his bandmates’ approach to music, especially disliking Slow Drag’s desire to quickly record the album so he can get paid sooner. Levee resents Slow Drag’s focus on money, which he finds unartistic, but Cutler challenges Levee’s lofty ideas, telling him to “just play the piece.” Cutler also says, “You wanna be one of them…what you call…virtuoso something, you in the wrong place.” His point here is that regardless of Levee’s creative talent, none of his artistic ideas matter in this specific context, which is all about supporting Ma. There’s no need for a virtuosic trumpet player in the band; as long as Levee can play what’s asked of him, it doesn’t matter what he thinks about art.
The play suggests that while there’s nothing fundamentally wrong with the fact that Levee has his own ideas about music and artistic expression, he lets these ideas interfere with the band’s collaborative process. The play doesn’t condemn Levee for thinking critically about his music. To the contrary, there’s the subtle sense that Levee is the only musician in the band who isn’t stuck rehashing the same artistic style over and over. His desire to make the music livelier even proves that he has a good sense of where popular culture is headed, considering that the mid-20th century saw an explosion of songs that were fast and upbeat.
The problem, though, is that not all environments are fit for the kind of creative flourishing Levee aims for. After all, Levee is in Ma’s band, not his own, and his attempt to explore new musical avenues ends up putting him in the spotlight and taking attention away from Ma. Consequently, Ma fires him after the recording session, confirming what his bandmates have already tried to tell him: namely, that the only thing that matters in this band is whether or not he plays what Ma wants. His failure to follow this artistic direction is, in the end, a failure to collaborate. Even though his ambition might actually touch on something fresh and new, this just isn’t the right environment for artistic exploration. Levee is thus left all on his own, perhaps implying that even the most groundbreaking and impressive artists need to know when and how to set aside their creative drive in order to simply collaborate. Otherwise, they might find themselves completely alone with their lofty ideas about art.
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Collaboration vs. Independence Quotes in Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom
CUTLER is in his mid-fifties, as are most of the others. He plays guitar and trombone and is the leader of the group, possibly because he is the most sensible. His playing is solid and almost totally unembellished. His understanding of his music is limited to the chord he is playing at the time he is playing it. He has all the qualities of a loner except the introspection.
SLOW DRAG: Come on, let’s rehearse the music.
LEVEE: You ain’t gotta rehearse that…ain’t nothing but old jug-band music. They need one of them jug bands for this.
SLOW DRAG: Don’t make me no difference. Long as we get paid.
LEVEE: That ain’t what I’m talking about, nigger. I’m talking about art!
CUTLER: Slow Drag’s all right. It’s you talking all that weird shit about art. Just play the piece, nigger. You wanna be one of them...what you call...virtuoso or something, you in the wrong place. You ain’t no Buddy Bolden or King Oliver...you just an old trumpet player come a dime a dozen. Talking about art.
LEVEE: What is you? I don’t see your name in lights.
CUTLER: I just play the piece. Whatever they want. I don’t go talking about art and criticizing other people’s music.
CUTLER: Well, until you get your own band where you can play what you want, you just play the piece and stop complaining. I told you when you came on here, this ain’t none of them hot bands. This is an accompaniment band. You play Ma’s music when you here.
LEVEE: I got sense enough to know that. Hell, I can look at you all and see what kind of band it is. I can look at Toledo and see what kind of band it is.
LEVEE: See, I told you! It don’t mean nothing when I say it. You got to wait for Mr. Irvin to say it. Well, I told you the way it is.
CUTLER: Levee, the sooner you understand it ain’t what you say, or what Mr. Irvin say...it’s what Ma say that counts.
SLOW DRAG: Don’t nobody say when it come to Ma. She’s gonna do what she wants to do. Ma says what happens with her.
LEVEE: Hell, the man’s the one putting out the record! He’s gonna put out what he wanna put out!
SLOW DRAG: He’s gonna put out what Ma want him to put out
TOLEDO: Everybody worried about having a good time. Ain’t nobody thinking about what kind of world they gonna leave their youngens. “Just give me the good time, that’s all I want.” It just makes me sick.
SLOW DRAG: Well, the colored man’s gonna be all right. He got through slavery, and he’ll get through whatever else the white man put on him. I ain’t worried about that. Good times is what makes life worth living. Now, you take the white man...The white man don’t know how to have a good time. That’s why he’s troubled all the time. He don’t know how to have a good time. He don’t know how to laugh at life.
TOLEDO: It ain’t just me, fool! It’s everybody! What you think…I’m gonna solve the colored man’s problems by myself. I said, we. You understand that? We. That’s every living colored man in the world got to do his share. Got to do his part. I ain’t talking about what I’m gonna do...or what you or Cutler or Slow Drag or anybody else. I’m talking about all of us together. What all of us is gonna do.
IRVIN: Ma, that’s what the people want now. They want something they can dance to. Times are changing. Levee’s arrangement gives the people what they want. It gets them excited…makes them forget about their troubles.
MA RAINEY: I don’t care what you say, Irvin. Levee ain’t messing up my song. If he got what the people want, let him take it somewhere else. I’m singing Ma Rainey’s song. I ain’t singing Levee’s song. Now that’s all there is to it.
MA RAINEY: I’m gonna tell you something, Irvin...and you go on up there and tell Sturdyvant. What you all say don’t count with me. You understand? Ma listens to her heart. Ma listens to the voice inside her. That’s what counts with Ma. Now, you carry my nephew on down there...tell Cutler he’s gonna do the voice intro on that “Black Bottom” song and that Levee ain’t messing up my song with none of his music shit. Now, if that don’t set right with you and Sturdyvant...then I can carry my black bottom on back down South to my tour, ‘cause I don’t like it up here no ways.
MA RAINEY: They don’t care nothing about me. All they want is my voice. Well, I done learned that, and they gonna treat me like I want to be treated no matter how much it hurt them. They back there now calling me all kinds of names…calling me everything but a child of god. But they can’t do nothing else. They ain’t got what they wanted yet. As soon as they get my voice down on them recording machines, then it’s just like if I’d be some whore and they roll over and put their pants on. Ain’t got no use for me then.
MA RAINEY: If you colored and can make them some money, then you all right with them. Otherwise, you just a dog in the alley. I done made this company more money from my records than all the other recording artists they got put together. And they wanna balk about how much this session is costing them.