The Phonography of William Eggleston

The fields of phonography and photography have more in common than just 90 percent of their letters. Both practices at their most rudimentary level frame reality, phonography with a microphone and photography with a lens, and deliver it back to the world, and both also are known to employ extended techniques to further transform the original source material.

Still, we tend to judge one sense differently than we do another. Thus a family’s summer picnic, such as the sort that photographer William Eggleston might have documented during one of his many explorations of American life, has a more immediate audience as a photograph than as, say, an image-free recording of the sounds of that picnic. (The primacy of the visual in the fine arts was the subject of a recent Disquiet.com side project, Lowlands: A Collective Sigh, which was a response in sound to a nasty rant by a British art critic in regard to a sound-only work.)

A rare Eggleston video, titled Stranded in Canton, is currently on view as part of an extensive retrospective of his work at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. And the audio track of that video serves as a fine example of phonography, one that’s especially interesting because it bears the imprimatur of a master photographer. To begin with, the video breaks down any reverence for the still image — not just because the images move, not just because they are sometimes stripped of their vaunted singularity, and not just because the frame shuffles so loosely as to question the whole idea of a frame. These images are fragments, shot and shown in low resolution, close-ups of body parts, a hand on a guitar, legs severed from their bodies and lingering like columns, the camera moving so as to emphasize segments over the whole. They’re like the opposite of a synecdoche — we see the whole only as an assemblage of parts. And at times they appear in groups, as many as three at a time, so when one is left alone, it has the sense of something vestigial.

Democratic Ear: Three successive moments in William Eggleston’s Stranded in Canton

And in the process, the sound associated with these dream-like images serves less as a supporting audio track — with the exception of moments of actual musical performance — and more as a complementary element. As the wall text for the piece at LACMA states:

Stranded in Canton also offers a rare glimpse of Eggleston’s interest in sound. He captures, for example, rambling conversation, soliloquies, and guitar strumming by blues musician Furry Lewis.

Here, from youtube.com, is an exemplary segment of Canton:



 

Eggleston has a strong association with music, thanks in large part to his photos’ appearance on covers to record albums by Alex Chilton (who is seen in the video), Big Star, Joanna Newsom, and others, but for all its musical content, Stranded in Canton is as much about sound as it is about song.

Stranded in Canton was produced by Eggleston and Robert Gordon. More on the exhibit, which runs from October 31, 2010, through January 16, 2011, at lacma.org. The exhibit is titled William Eggleston: Democratic Camera — Photographs and Video, 1961”“2008, and it is housed on the LACMA campus at the Broad Contemporary Art Museum, Level 2.

A Radio Searching for a Signal (MP3)

Les Nostres Necessitats, the album with which the Panospria netlabel closed out 2010, is a great way to start 2011, opening, as the record does, with an extended piece whose primary sonic content is like an antiquated radio trying, madly and apparently in vain, to locate a signal over the course of its 10-plus minutes (MP3). The record, whose title translates into English as “Our Needs,” collects five tracks, all by Arnau Sala, including the gated echoes of “Processó Cap al Forat (Procession Towards the Hole)” and the fritzy static of “Mai Més (Never Again).” But the real keeper is this opening track, “Atraccions,” or “Attractions”:

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By documenting the failure to locate a substantial enough signal on which to focus, the piece shows that the process of signal-locating, that waveform-shuddering turn of the dial familiar from cross-country trips and mountain passes, is itself a signal — one whose inherent sonic properties a listener might all too easily fail to appreciate unto itself.

Get all five tracks of Les Nostres Necessitats at notype.com.

More on at Barcelona-based Sala at arnausala.info.

The “Long Skinny Screams” of Roadside Cassettes

Back in 2002, Douglas Coupland published a short book that marked his own awakening sense of nationalism — an awakening that he suggests his home country as a whole, Canada, was itself still going through. Souvenir of Canada is a mix of mini-essays and photos, all documenting cultural objects that Coupland deems as inherently Canadian, from the empty vinegar bottle that appears on the book’s back cover to the packaged goods, publications, and apparel that figure in his striking still-life photographs.

In any case, in the process of describing the social and cultural implications of the Trans-Canada Highway, Coupland recounts how in 1979 he and a friend ventured to drive a car from Vancouver to Toronto:

I don’t know what we were thinking, because there was only one tape in the car (the Allan Parsons Project’s Pyramid), which was icily tripped out of its plastic casing and unwound across the Trans-Canada Highway just east of Calgary. Before that, I used to wonder why people left long strands of brown cassette tape on the freeway, and that was how I learned the answer: it is the psyche’s defence mechanism kicking into place in an effort to stave off distance-induced madness. They’re long skinny screams. They are haikus of the void.

This having been 2002, today’s cassette-culture retro movement — marked by cultural appropriation of the image, and also by the emergence of new cassette-only record labels — was almost a decade away. But Coupland’s observation isn’t valuable for its prescience. It’s valuable because of how he finds a particular emotional meaning in the physical object of a cassette tape. A broken cassette tape is different than a broken compact disc is different than a broken vinyl record.

The surface noise and scratches of vinyl are inherent factors in turntablism and hip-hop, and so-called glitch music was founded on the random-access skipping of CDs. The boombox has certainly staked its place, and it’s a place distinctly apart from the cassette tape, even though most boomboxes were cassette players. As for the decayed cassette tape, it has yet to fully find its own specific sonic niche (though from a visual perspective, Christian Marclay and others have mined it richly). In describing his sense of Canada’s emerging self-identity, Coupland manages to also hint at the self-identity of the cassette.

It’s also the funniest cassette-tape passage since 1990, when in the collaborative novel Good Omens, its authors, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, noted that any cassette tape left in a car for too long turns into a copy of Queen’s Greatest Hits.

(Above image of cassette from flickr.com courtesy of Moff, aka Mathew Wilson, and the Creative Commons.)

Warren Ellis, Ubu.com, Serial Storytelling

Every month, the great ubu.com gets someone to curate its content. The vast Ubu archives are, as the site’s Alfred Jarry”“inspired name suggests, an incredible trove of the avant-garde. Last month, December 2010, the curator was Warren Ellis, best known as a writer of comics, but also a major out-cultural omnivore and evangelist, with a more than passing interest in electronic music.

The monthly curation involves the selection by an individual of ten items from the catalog. Ellis’ ten touch on various themes in his work, from technologically mediated art to the ramblings of end-of-life geniuses to tribal ritual to transcendent dreamstates.

They are: (1) the Balinese “Ketjak: The Ramayana Monkey Chant”; (2) Vassili Silovic‘s 90-minute The One Man Band (1995), comprised from unreleased segments of work from late in Orson Welles‘ career; (3) Sun Ra: The Berkeley Lectures, 1971 (yeah, you read that right); (4) Tuvan throat singing from a 20-year-old collection; (5) the four segments of John Berger‘s BBC TV series Ways of Seeing; (6) Samuel Beckett‘s Film, which started Buster Keaton; (7) early works from the 1970s by minimalist composer Charlemagne Palestine; (8) Dreams, a collaboration between famed BBC Radiophonic Workshop’s Delia Derbyshire and Barry Bermange; (9) peculiar flyer esoterica from modern day Chicago; and (10) music by Eliane Radigue.

These aren’t cultural objects selected at random. Nor do they simply correspond with various aspects of Ellis’ fiction (the mad memories of an aged man in Desolation Jones, the spirit drummer in Planetary, the street culture of Transmetropolitan and countless other fictions). They also correspond with other hints of where Ellis’ head is at, based on his numerous Twitter posts (at twitter.com/warrenellis), and his blogging, such as a recent spate, at warrenellis.com, focused on the Radiophonic Workshop.

With some writers-who-tweet, such as William Gibson, the Twitter activity tends to correspond with periods of inactivity — it’s generally understood that Gibson blogs when he’s done with a book, in part to reconnect with the world beyond his laptop, but also, no doubt, to build up some cultural steam.

With a writer like Ellis, there is virtually no on and off; he’s always producing, and almost always present in the public forum that is the Internet. When he posts online that he’s going dark, he tends to clarify which of his myriad Internet connectivities will be active (direct messaging on Twitter, but not casual @ mentions; via the Whitechapel forum at freakangels.com/whitechapel, but not via email — or vice-versa). Watching Ellis work — which is, in effect, what we’re doing when we follow his Twitter account and read his blog posts — is a kind of social-media version of the serial storytelling of yore. Instead of reading Dickens chapter by chapter in advance of the work’s collection as a proper book (or perhaps in addition, since that is the model by which most graphic novels are produced), we watch Ellis’ stories take shape from the raw materials on his mental desk (or as he has called it, his “outboard brain”), into something finished and formidable. The December 2010 Ubu curation is not just what he listens to (and watches) while he works, but what will become his work.

The Top 10 Posts from 2010

These are the top 10 most viewed posts on Disquiet.com for the entire year of 2010, during which 409 posts were published on the site.

Sonic Downturn: What does this picture sound like?

Two full-length albums in the site’s Listen? section: (1) Despite the Downturn: An Answer Album, which was a produced quickly in response to an uninformed article by Megan McArdle in The Atlantic about the record industry (which she confused with the music industry); and (2) “Soothing Sounds for (My) Baby,” about an amazing compilation of infant-friendly music made by some very generous musicians on the occasion of the birth of my and my wife’s first child this past August.

MP3 Club: The year’s most discussed albums

Three MP3 Discussion Groups, in which a panel of guests along with various readers converse about a given recording: (3) Oval‘s Oh, (4) the reissue of Thomas Köner‘s Permafrost, and (5) Autechre‘s Move of Ten EP.

No Laptop: The computer-free set-up of Throbbing Gristle’s Chris Carter

Three entries in this site’s Downstream section of freely, legally downloadable music recommendations, posted each weekday: (6) Chris Carter: No MIDI, No Keyboards,” (7) “Indian Call Center -> Sound Art,” and (8) “What the New Brian Eno Album Might Sound Like.”

And two “quotes of the week,” (9) one on issues of “acoustemology” (“local conditions of acoustic sensation, knowledge, and imagination embodied in the culturally particular sense of place,”in Steven Feld‘s definition) raised in a New Yorker story, and (10) another on a great letter in the New York Times humorously correcting a story about animals that beep.