I met Little Steven, AKA Miami Steve, in real life Steven Van Zandt, while
producing a story about Bruce Springsteen for ABC's 20/20. He is the Boss's best friend, a
talented guitarist-singer-songwriter and then a major force in the E Street Band.
Ironically, he was in South Africa at the time and only received my call on his return.
The 20/20 segment was finished by then but he and I met anyway at a Broadway coffee shop.
I was interested in his impressions of South Africa. He was intrigued to find out that I
was so informed about the country.
Van Zandt, who had parted with Bruce at the height of Springsteen's
success to go out on his own, had traveled there to research his next record. Steven
writes songs the way I do stories, through an investigative process. He was interested in
South Africa because he had read that the apartheid system was actually modeled after
America's system of Indian reservations, an issue that was his major passion. He told me
that when he was in South Africa, he was most distressed by a place called Sun City, an
interracial gambling resort plunked down in the middle of an impoverished rural homeland,
an obscene symbol of opulence. He was interested in writing a song about it to make
parallels with the plight of native Americans. I suggested turning it into a different
kind of "We Are the World," a song about change not charity, freedom not famine.
He loved the idea. "Sun City" was born. (In 1997, in one of those bizarre twists
of history, the man who created Sun City, Sol Kerzner, came to America to build the
Mohegan Sun, an Indian gambling casino.)
Springsteen biographer Dave Marsh interviewed Steven about what happened
next. "Danny really inspired the thing," Steven told him. "He said, 'It's a
shame you haven't started the album yet. It would be great to get something out this
year.' Finally, Schechter suggested, 'Why don't you just do a single?' "
And he did. As he was writing it, I suggested that he name the names of
the artists who had played Sun City in defiance of a UN-sanctioned cultural boycott. I was
probably still thinking of our exposé of conservative Africanists fifteen years earlier.
Steve wasn't sure that was smart but did it anyway, asking in one of the original lyrics,
"Linda Ronstadt, how could you do that?" and singling out Julio Iglesias, Queen,
the O Jays, Ray Charles and Rod Stewart. We soon dropped those lyrics to avoid offending
other artists who worked with those we were challenging.
He came over to my loft and played the first rough mix. It was hot: part
rap, part rock - very street. The song was high-energy, danceable, a gritty New
York-sounding tune, in stark contrast by its angry attitude and sound to the sweet
harmonies of Hollywood's more syrupy anthem for aid to Ethiopia. It was political too,
teaching with every phrase:
Relocation to Phony Homelands
Separation of Families I can't understand
Twenty-three million can't vote because they're black
We're stabbing our brothers and sisters in the back.
Simple and sophisticated in the way he introduced the realities of the
homelands and forced relocation, Steven pinpointed the problem in human terms as
separation of families and then identified the political problem accurately as the
disenfranchisement of the majority. And by calling them our brothers and sisters, he makes
it a universal problem that can be challenged through personal action: "I ain't gonna
play Sun City."
He went further, indicting our government:
Our government tells us we're doing all we can
Constructive engagement is Ronald Reagan's plan
Meanwhile people are dying and giving up hope
This quiet diplomacy ain't nothing but a joke.
I loved the song. It was journalism you could jam to.
Steven now demanded my involvement. "You got me into this Sun City
song," he told me. "You got to help me do it by encouraging other artists to
participate." I was flattered and had no choice but to agree. For years in Boston
radio, I saw how music could spread the news, how rock 'n' roll was often a more powerful
educator than the printed or spoken word. I thought to myself, If the news isn't covering
South Africa, I'll bet stars singing about South Africa will become news. I was right. I
was now in the band we called Artists United Against Apartheid.
I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Over the next several
months, I held down two jobs. By day, I was a network producer; by night, often into the
wee hours, I was in the recording studio or on the phone begging artists to participate.
Steven refused to invite his buddy Bruce Springsteen, not wanting to take advantage of
their friendship. So I did it. He was too shy to call Miles Davis so I did that too. To my
delight, Miles took the call personally, responding with one question: "When do you
want me over there?"
Inspired by all the musical energy, I tried my hand at my own song, which
actually ended up on the album. Drummer-musician Keith LeBlanc and I came up with
"Revolutionary Situation," an audio-collage set to music that took its title
from the words of South Africa's then-interior chief Louis Nel condemning the
"revolutionary situation." Before we were through, we had Nel cheering on the
revolutionary situation to a background of yapping police dogs, sounds of mayhem and
revolt in the township and angry declarations by activists like Alan Boesak, Bishop
Desmond Tutu and Nelson Mandela's daughter Zindzi, looped with what was at that time the
most recent interview with her dad, recorded in 1961. The highly produced piece was an
upgraded version of techniques I'd used at WBCN, mixing reality and beats - news you could
dance to. A year later I worked with Stetsasonic, a popular rap band, on
"A.F.R.I.C.A," a hip hop edutainment record aimed at informing teenagers about
the wars then underway in the frontline states of southern Africa. It was one of the few
rap records to be packaged with background information and a study guide. I worked on both
records under my nom de media guerre, the news dissector.
I had also taken on the job of documenting the sessions on video and
producing a behind-the-scenes documentary. I invited MTV to get involved and asked a
friend, Hart Perry, to film the sessions. We wanted the public to know why we were doing
the record. We asked the artists to explain their involvement in their own words. They
responded with passion and prescience. "Sun City's become a symbol of a society which
is very oppressive and denies basic rights to the majority of its citizens," said
Jackson Browne. "In a sense, Sun City is also a symbol of that society's 'right' to
entertain itself in anyway that it wants to, to basically try to buy us off and to buy off
world opinion." The link between entertainment and oppression had rarely been made
with such clarity.
At that point we were making the record without a record company or any
money behind us. Just doing it. Steve was chipping in, while producer Arthur Baker donated
studio time. Manhattan Records, under the brave leadership of Bruce Lundvall, came on
board, acquiring the record, enabling us to pay some of the bills. A very committed record
company lawyer, the late Rick Dutka, who brought a special sensitivity and deep commitment
to the cause, rounded out our team, along with Steven's assistant, the multi-talented Zöe
Yanakis.
I was surprised that many of the best-known rock 'n' rollers were so
publicity shy. Most of them had publicists who staged their media appearances. They
weren't used to cameras poking them in the face. Bruce Springsteen at first turned down my
request for an interview. But just as I was walking away from him dejected, he ran after
me and agreed to say a few words for the documentary.
When Miles started improvising in the studio that day, Steven and Arthur
insisted I not approach him with a camera. "It's Miles, man," Baker said.
"He's erratic, idiosyncratic, explosive. Wild. Don't mess with him when he's
playing." I realized that they were intimidated by his presence and his genius. They
were afraid he would walk out.
"You do your thing," I told him. "I'll do mine." I
barged into the booth while Davis was setting up, introduced myself and asked if we could
videotape him. Through the glass I could see Steve and Arthur, heads in hands, convinced
that I had blown it. Miles smiled. "Bring it on," he ordered, "bring it
on." And we did, getting priceless footage in the bargain.
In all, fifty-four artists participated, many of my biggest heroes among
them - Springsteen, Dylan, Miles, Jackson Browne, Nona Hendryx, Darlene Love, Bonnie
Raitt, Peter Gabriel, Bono, Run-DMC and on and on. We started out to do one song and ended
up with an album, with additional mixes and singles. There were 303 tracks on the single,
some kind of record for a record. The job of mixing it down burned out some of the biggest
names in the business. One had to be carried from the mixing board after thirty-six hours
without sleep. In addition to the recordings, we produced a music video directed by
Jonathan Demme with Godley and Creme, the video documentary I worked on with Hart Perry, a
book, and a study guide.
At the same time, I couldn't tell ABC what I was doing on the side. They
would not have approved. I knew I couldn't propose a story about Sun City either, because
I had stepped over the line and become part of the story. I tried and mostly succeeded in
keeping my name out of the papers and my mug out of the video. I was terrified that 20/20
would dump me if they knew what I was doing, especially if my affiliation with ABC was
dragged into it, even though the network had nothing to do with the project. I worked even
harder at ABC, producing more stories than many of my colleagues, so I couldn't be accused
of slacking off.
"Sun City" was personally risky, but also incredibly rewarding.
After five years in the networks, I came to see that independent production could be fun
and fulfilling, without all the editorial restraints, layers of editorial control and
pretensions of the corporate news world. The record never achieved the financial success
of "We Are the World," although Oliver Tambo and the ANC's school in Tanzania
was sure happy when we gave them a big check. "Sun City" was picked as record of
the year by many of the most influential music critics. But only about half of American
radio stations played it, many objecting to the explicit attack on President Reagan's
policy of constructive engagement. Some black stations said it was too white, while many
white stations considered it too black. Such segregation still exists in radio. The song
was banned in South Africa. But we raised more than a million dollars for anti-apartheid
projects. It premiered at the United Nations thanks to the Special Committee Against
Apartheid and such conscientious UN officers as Aracelly Santana.
The battle to make the record and the film paled before the battle to get
it seen. PBS refused to air our non-profit The Making of "Sun City" - even
though it won the International Documentary Association's top honors, in 1986 - because
the featured artists were also involved in making the film, and as a result, in their
logic, were "self-promoting." (They didn't have the same problem with The Making
of "Raiders of the Lost Ark," which was made as a promotional exercise by the
for-profit company that produced the blockbuster film.)
"Sun City" became an anthem of the anti-apartheid movement and
its campaign for sanctions, functioning like a soundtrack for the movement. It may have
helped people to understand apartheid better than the plethora of news stories and TV
reports. Pop stars did what politicians wouldn't and journalists couldn't: They spoke out
bravely and clearly. They took a stand. By standing up, they encouraged others to stand up
with them and with the people of South Africa against a universally condemned racist
system. In South Africa, our Artists United inspired musician Johnny Clegg to create a
similar local organization. "Sun City" also became the catalyst for the South
Africa Now TV series (see Chapter 8). My journalistic interests had provoked an
independent musical project that, in turn, drove me back into journalism to create a news
show about a story that was not being well-reported. I went around and around and was back
where I started.
© l997 Danny Schechter