The aesthetics of record collecting
Jan. 19th, 2008 02:06 amI scrolled through an I Love Music thread recently entitled Take a picture of your record collection and post it on ilm -- a sort of cut-price, homebrew, Anglo-styled version of an older, prettier ILM thread about German DJs and their living rooms. It got me thinking about the aesthetics of record collection. Mostly, to be honest, about how ugly record collections now look. It wasn't always this way; take a look at this clip from the 1998 film Tokyo Eyes:
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Ten years ago this scene -- in which choosing the right record assumes almost mystical importance, and dancing to minimal techno stands in for sex -- seemed as cool as anything in early Godard or early Carax. Now it just looks naff. Something has changed; 90s Retro Vital has turned into 00s Retro Necro. Rather than minting it by re-releasing everything ever recorded, record labels are now laying off staff, record retailers closing down branches. Nobody wants these bits of plastic any more.

The difference between the two I Love Music threads is striking -- there's still some glamour in the German DJs' magisterial collections, whereas the homebrew Anglo collections are unremittingly ugly; I couldn't helping thinking of them as repositories for something dead. The difference is something to do with the way Berlin acts as an ice box for the cool subcultures of the past, and the peculiar job these DJs have; while the rest of the recorded music industry may be collapsing around them, their job is to enact the playing of records in public places. They are, in other words, part of (and earning their evident cash from) a form -- a weird hieratic, shamanic profession -- which has survived the cull of the rest of the music industry, a performative artform of social encounter.
Musicians have weathered the same storm by switching their focus to live shows and giving their music away free online. It's very telling, I think, that the new Apple Air Mac has no CD drive. That's not just to save space, and not just because Apple wants everyone to buy everything through iTunes (though naturally that helps). It's a gesture very much like the one Jobs made in 1998 when he introduced the iMac without a floppy disk drive. Music on plastic, now, is as dead as data on plastic was then. It's all up in the air.

Which leaves us with these unsightly shelves stacked with plastic. Those of us who aren't André Galluzzi can't look at our record collections in the age of mp3 without seeing a drain on our resources and our time -- a storage curse. What might, in the days when John Peel still had black hair and could squeeze into tight shorts, have looked like a dizzyingly diverse and contemporary world of future listening possibilities now looks like some kind of enormous obligation imposed on us by the past, an obligation we will never begin to fulfill (by acts of listening which would devour the rest of our lives) and don't have any intention of even trying to.

I have a recurring nightmare these days. I'm staying in some exotic place, living out of a suitcase. The time comes to go home, but -- with mere hours before my flight -- I discover a whole shelf, a whole cupboard, a whole room of stuff I've forgotten to pack. There's no way it'll all fit into my case, but there's no way I want to leave it behind either. My anxiety mounts, and I wake up with a start. Thank God, it was just a dream! Or was it?
I can still get a thrill looking at the reggae sleeves at Hard Wax in Kreuzberg. I like living in Berlin, a city which preserves with immaculate style the memory of a time when an enormous and eclectic record collection really was something to base all your subcultural capital on. But let's not kid ourselves -- most of this plastic was incredibly ugly. Even if it didn't look that way then, it does now. Space is tight, and life is short. Let's ditch the junk -- as ecologically as possible, naturally. And yes, that includes the Momus CDs.
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Ten years ago this scene -- in which choosing the right record assumes almost mystical importance, and dancing to minimal techno stands in for sex -- seemed as cool as anything in early Godard or early Carax. Now it just looks naff. Something has changed; 90s Retro Vital has turned into 00s Retro Necro. Rather than minting it by re-releasing everything ever recorded, record labels are now laying off staff, record retailers closing down branches. Nobody wants these bits of plastic any more.
The difference between the two I Love Music threads is striking -- there's still some glamour in the German DJs' magisterial collections, whereas the homebrew Anglo collections are unremittingly ugly; I couldn't helping thinking of them as repositories for something dead. The difference is something to do with the way Berlin acts as an ice box for the cool subcultures of the past, and the peculiar job these DJs have; while the rest of the recorded music industry may be collapsing around them, their job is to enact the playing of records in public places. They are, in other words, part of (and earning their evident cash from) a form -- a weird hieratic, shamanic profession -- which has survived the cull of the rest of the music industry, a performative artform of social encounter.
Musicians have weathered the same storm by switching their focus to live shows and giving their music away free online. It's very telling, I think, that the new Apple Air Mac has no CD drive. That's not just to save space, and not just because Apple wants everyone to buy everything through iTunes (though naturally that helps). It's a gesture very much like the one Jobs made in 1998 when he introduced the iMac without a floppy disk drive. Music on plastic, now, is as dead as data on plastic was then. It's all up in the air.

Which leaves us with these unsightly shelves stacked with plastic. Those of us who aren't André Galluzzi can't look at our record collections in the age of mp3 without seeing a drain on our resources and our time -- a storage curse. What might, in the days when John Peel still had black hair and could squeeze into tight shorts, have looked like a dizzyingly diverse and contemporary world of future listening possibilities now looks like some kind of enormous obligation imposed on us by the past, an obligation we will never begin to fulfill (by acts of listening which would devour the rest of our lives) and don't have any intention of even trying to.

I have a recurring nightmare these days. I'm staying in some exotic place, living out of a suitcase. The time comes to go home, but -- with mere hours before my flight -- I discover a whole shelf, a whole cupboard, a whole room of stuff I've forgotten to pack. There's no way it'll all fit into my case, but there's no way I want to leave it behind either. My anxiety mounts, and I wake up with a start. Thank God, it was just a dream! Or was it?
I can still get a thrill looking at the reggae sleeves at Hard Wax in Kreuzberg. I like living in Berlin, a city which preserves with immaculate style the memory of a time when an enormous and eclectic record collection really was something to base all your subcultural capital on. But let's not kid ourselves -- most of this plastic was incredibly ugly. Even if it didn't look that way then, it does now. Space is tight, and life is short. Let's ditch the junk -- as ecologically as possible, naturally. And yes, that includes the Momus CDs.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 01:26 am (UTC)I'll have to sell my modest collection of 600/700 cds soon too. Though I would never part from my instruments, my affair with them will last a lot longer.
Faster, Guy Hands, Kill Kill!
Date: 2008-01-19 01:30 am (UTC)Employ people just to cough, Guy. Bloat like a big fat Pharaoh of musical lunacy.
Albatross
Date: 2008-01-19 01:36 am (UTC)I went to Japan in the early 90s with a handful of Captain Beefheart CDs that I was determined to understand without having ever had a cd player. I came back with a trunk load of Brazilian imports that I think you can only get in Japan and maybe Brazil. When I moved back to Toronto I was burglarized twice, losing my complete cd collection. This is when I began to see the pointlessness of collecting music. I still have the records but now most of what I listen to is on the hard drive. Will I have to move those crates again? I don't think so, my next move will be in a pine box but it is getting to be more difficult to convince the people around me that I should hold on to them.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:02 am (UTC)And I remember threads of "post your computer space!" Those always depress me. Wires and off-white plastic, coasters and jewel cases. These bogs where people spend so much time. I try to keep my workspace to a chair and my lap.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:08 am (UTC)There are still people who like to own 'the original' of things, however irrational it may seem - the packaging of cds and Lps in your hand to peruse while listening to music. Zappa called this the 'Fondlement & Fetishism Potential [F.F.P.]' in his prototypical 1980s idea of abolishing record distributionltogether and replacing it with music downloads (see http://www.brendastardom.com/arch.asp?ArchID=719 )
without music collecting in physical form we wouldn't have the joys of crate digging - or the shared musical discoveries and experiences from travels in all parts of the world (instead of browsing e-mule )- notably vinyl vulture /verygoodplus, or LJ forgottenalbums ( http://www.vinylvulture.co.uk/pages/carboot1.htm http://forgottenalbums.livejournal.com/ )
Personally i don't think there's much to be gained by this rush to have a million tracks on an ipod or hard disk just to save some space in the living room. And of course you lose the lot when the appliance breaks or is stolen. I don't find collections of culture , be it books or music formats, in any way ugly. Sounds like some 'lifestyle' nonsense to me!
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:09 am (UTC)Re: Albatross
Date: 2008-01-19 02:09 am (UTC)I was digging through my old records last week and came upon this Nona Hendryx (http://www.amazon.com/Nona-Vinyl-LP-Stereo-Hendryx/dp/B000XI44A6/ref=pd_bbs_5?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1200708195&sr=8-5) lp. Still sounds ahead of her time 25 years on. Transformation (http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=80720281) (still a stunning looking woman and commanding stage presence in her 60's too)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-19 02:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:34 am (UTC)vinyl covers could also count as artworks in themselves I suppose, but do you love the artwork so much youre prepared to have to share a room with your music collection?
I find vinyl fanatics real bores. The sort of people whos entire personalities revolve around their music as opposed to their personalities informing their musical choices. "Yeah man, music is my life". I cant tell you how many times Ive heard people say that. The cult of the DJ is a relic of the 90s and its whole super-serious authenticity vibe is so fucking naff.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:40 am (UTC)"Super-serious authenticity" got here before I did it seems.
message in a bottle
Date: 2008-01-19 02:40 am (UTC)Pop Britannia's idea tonight was that the History of British Pop has been a debate between Art and Commerce.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:46 am (UTC)Nowadays when I haven't had a physical music collection for about 5 years, I kind of yearn for the return of the aestheticized elitism of vinyl. A big shelf of half shiny half scratched bland CD jewel cases looks tacky. A wall of endless vinyl has the aura of a medieval library. The same romance that bookshelves still have for me.
(On a related note, computers and piracy have also killed much of the aura around collecting comic books and vintage console games. I still occasionally see people trying to unload their massive collections of NES cartridges on ebay. It's rather hard to justify owning such a collection when it's fairly straightforward locate a torrent that while give you ROM dumps of every game that has ever been made, with the option of playing the games on superior modern hardware.)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:51 am (UTC)Could have something to do with most young, first time homeowners not being able to afford a living room.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 02:58 am (UTC)Scan the comics and save them to your hard drive! (then send me them by email) ;)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 03:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 03:06 am (UTC)Wir sind 100% d'accord sur ce point, mein freund!
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 03:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 03:13 am (UTC)Pro: I like the sleeves, and I like the advances record labels give, and I like the fact that it's compulsory, not voluntary, to pay for the plastic.
Con: all the stuff above, really, and some more. But if it's and / and, why not?
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 03:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-19 03:39 am (UTC)