Daphne A. Brooks, author of Liner Notes for the Revolution: The Intellectual Life of Black Feminist Sound, praises Hulu’s High Fidelity series, whose main characters are creative, intelligent Black women who are passionate about music and confident in their tastes and opinions. Where are the other shows like it?
Blink and you would’ve missed it. Last year’s short-lived Hulu reboot of High Fidelity, the upstart reimagining of Nick Hornby’s 1995 cult favorite novel and its subsequent year 2000 film adaptation emerged in mid-February 2020, that uncertain period when the whispers of a deadly virus were just beginning to gain traction in the U.S. media. Preoccupied with mourning NBA legend Kobe Bryant’s tragic death just a few weeks earlier, American culture turned its attention toward the winter awards season and then leaped into the tabloid eccentricities of Netflix’s Tiger King as a form of hearty streaming escape once the pandemic reared its head in full that March. Reviews of the remixed High Fidelity, a gender-inverted, millennial version of Hornby’s Gen-X record nerd, breakup-and-wake up adulting tale, arrived right in the run of this storm, and they were decidedly uneven in spite of a strong cast—Zoe Kravitz, Da’Vine Joy Randolph, David H. Holmes, and Kingsley Ben-Adir—anchoring an unprecedented TV series, one which featured, in part, Black women popular music wonks debating and pursuing the musical passions and tastes that rule their world. Some feminist critics lamented what they read as the unreconstructed masculinist politics of the Fidelity narrative’s core dynamics involving dudes duking it out about the music that matters to them. Others bemoaned a plot structure that seemingly failed to “commit” to more nuanced character development. By summer, the show had been canceled.
I seem to be one of the few who lamented this turn of events as is evident by the fact that I’ve spent the past few months pitching a feature on the history-making elements of the next-generation High Fidelity to no avail. No one, it would seem, wants much to do with this show which is a shame since, in my mind, it brings to life the critical, cultural, and intellectual passions of two vastly different, wildly intelligent, curious, and artistically passionate Black women living by the creed of their nuanced and urgent convictions. No show before it has taken the tastes and opinions of Black women—young, old, of any age—so seriously and matter-of-factly and invites you to live in their universe. Co-produced by Kravitz, who took to Instagram last August to call out Hulu’s decision to cancel the series, particularly in light of its diversity-challenged programming, the series broke barriers by experimenting with a distaff scenario: what if Black women characters could inhabit the original’s white masculinist ideas about contemporary popular music culture and the semi-self-conscious “rock snobbery” sentiments of Hornby’s original novel as well as its slightly more expansive film (the casting of Kravitz’s mom, Lisa Bonet, had to mean something)?
The High Fidelity motion picture starred John Cusack and Jack Black in his breakout role as Barry Judd, a full-on manifestation of record store denizen hyperbole and music wonk excess. As the gender-flipped leads, Ms. Kravitz and Ms. Randolph quietly made history, holding down a show that takes seriously the tastes and passions of their two Black women characters. Fandom matters in High Fidelity 2.0, just as it did in the original, but the fans are now Black women, vastly distinct from one another and yet both deeply invested in music as both a salve and a form of their felt and complicated self-making journeys. As Ms. Randolph put it in a phone interview last August, these “women are allowed to study with each other, to study culture and to have opinions and ideas and convictions about their beliefs about cultures.” The classically-trained vocalist and Yale School of Drama alum who boldly reinvented Black’s original character delivered one of the most ingenious and exhilarating small screen performances of 2020. And she clearly recognized the beautiful and pathbreaking complexities of what she and Ms. Kravitz were given the room to do on the show together. These “conversations about artistry” are vital, she suggested to me. “[W]hen that artist did this at that one part, and that bridge is killer. She’s learning. This is her education. This is her grad school.”
Her Cherise is a marvel of a character, a Black woman, Wesley Morris reminds, “with all of these opinions about art and taste and is conversant in all of these modes of being.” She is a fireball of eclectic pop music knowledge and obsessions and along with Ms. Kravitz’s “Rob,” the heartbroken record store owner who swoons over scoring a rare copy of David Bowie’s classic album, The Man Who Fell to Earth, they exist in a universe in which they each have to tolerate the casual ways in which they are not consistently seen, heard, or taken seriously as cultural intellectuals, and in the case of Cherise, as a real, bonafide, aspiring musician. [Spoiler alert] Rob’s reparative gesture, gifting Cherise with her dream guitar, a Daphne Blue Fender, in the wake of her spat with Cherise is the emotional denouement to a one-season show in which a pair of Black women music lovers, aficionados, critics, and record collectors reconnect with one another through the gift of being seen. “Someone invested” in her artistry, said Randolph, who grew up learning to play guitar by watching Lauren Hill on MTV’s Unplugged and India.Arie, and “it manifests within the guitar, but every time that girl sees that guitar, she knows that someone believes in her. And it urges her to keep on going.”
The capacious inner world of a character like Cherise’s (one that we who watched with great interest were longing to see more of on this show) is the beginning of a way to tell the story of Black women’s relationship to popular music culture from the ground up, and it is a reminder that Black women across the century have been having what artist Carrie Mae Weems describes as “endless conversations” with the music and not just churning it out for the industry Big Machine. High Fidelity joins with Empire’s not-yet-done final season (featuring Cookie and company’s Bossie record label female empowerment narrative and the 2020 Tracee Ellis Ross feature The High Note) in calling our attention to the variety of African American women’s roles, challenges, and ambitions in the business and culture of pop music today. More stories please….