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On Hand-Made Music

I’ve recently opened up a little online record shop focusing on what I like to call “Hand-Made” music.  To me, that ranges from the DIY punk that I grew up with to the oldest kinds of rural music to field recordings from all over to the underground harsh noise tape/CD-R/vinyl scene.  I’ve been thinking a bunch about how something like hand-made music gets heard.  I figure that it gets passed around.  Here’s what I mean.

Right now I’m listening to, get this, The Minutemen’s “The Anchor” on a digital copy of side two of a cassette tape called “Afraid of the Dark: ‘Garage’ Rock ‘n’ Roll 1965-1981.”  It’s a mix tape made in 2008(?) by a record label/store in Portland, OR called Mississippi Records.  Why is this relevant?  The Minutemen exemplify the best of punk rock, three friends who started making music to create, to share, to inspire.  “The Anchor” is on a mix tape put out by a record store and label that sells only “dead” media: vinyl and cassette.  The store makes the mix tapes to spread the word about music they love. I can discern no other motive. They release reissues of music they love: old-time blues, warbly ragas, creaky punk rock and more–clearly labors of love.  A store like this doesn’t distribute records and tapes in any broad sense of the word, it only passes around music to people who know the store. That’s not many people.

It’s funny. I have What Makes a Man Start Fires, the record that “Anchor” comes from and I could put it on my imachine and listen while I type, but the song, with all the vinyl static intact and squeezed between Richard Hell & the Voidoids and The Petticoats, takes on a new life in the context of the mix tape.  I can hear the aha! moment that must’ve occurred as the tape was being compiled. We can follow “The Anchor” from its LP release in ’83 to someone at Mississippi Records hearing it and loving it and passing it on to friends and soon enough deciding that it warrants a place on their mix tape.  They gave me the opportunity to re-hear something beautiful. “The Anchor” sounds better by having all these fingerprints on it.  I feel more connected to it hearing it through this history, having passed through this many hands.

So I offer it to you, fingerprints and all. Imagine this on a homemade tape:

ML

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Can You Hear What I Hear?

Recently I read Meta Wagner’s article on listening to music in public, “A Lament on the Deafening Silence of iPods.”Wagner reminds readers that there was a time where people actually listened to their music in public—and I don’t mean in designated venues like concerts, but rather boomboxes, car radios, and block parties—vis a vis nowadays when people prefer to listen to their music on their mp3 players left and right. She briefly draws attention to the political/subversive undertones of the act of listening to music in public; however, she shies away from that political tone and points the reader toward music’s ability to connect people who otherwise wouldn’t interact with each other. I want to call attention to the subversive act of listening to music in public; when I play my music in public, I am making a statement about who I am and what I stand for, even if subtly. But if everyone around me is tuning out, what happens to that assertion of presence? There will always be people who complain about the loudness of the music of others (think back to the obnoxious lady on the bus staring down the youngsters and their music blasting through headphones), but they weren’t listening in the first place. They want to silence the music. Who will listen to the music?

This article particularly struck me because my iPod has become an intrinsic part of who I am: it never leaves my side. Oftentimes I tune in precisely because I want to tune the world out—like when I am writing. One time, a friend told me he refused to listen to music on the NYC subway because he would miss out on all the interesting conversations that take place in subway cars. He made me feel a little self-conscious, frankly; my white headphones were a sign of distinction and, dare I say, musical snobbery. But his comment made me realize that when we put our headphones on, we are doing more than setting up our soundtrack: we are tuning out the world around us, and in that act we are exercising the power to not listen to others. When we or the people around us blast their music, maybe that is what they want: to be heard. In the loudness of their music there is a subversive element, subversive because it demands to be heard. If music oftentimes reflects who we are, in playing music in public we are sharing it with others, and expressing it in a loud manner. It may seem rude, but it becomes an expression of self from which you can’t run away. When we listen to someone’s music across the subway car, we’re listening to them.

After that conversation with my friend, I try to avoid tuning out when I ride the subway—or in other public places. I want to listen to my surroundings, listen to the music play, because they’re looking for an audience.

LMS

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