Transitory Magnetism
Bill Hutson
Having nothing to review yet, I have decided to begin this column
with a little love letter to cassette tapes. The purpose of this website is to
celebrate this unique format, but why us, and why now? As I see it, there are
several aspects of contemporary music culture that can be investigated using, as
a possible means of explanation, the profusion of cassettes during my
generation’s upbringing. Those of us in our twenties, and perhaps early
thirties, grew up in a particularly unique time with regard to music and to the
physical
medium through which we experienced it. We are a very small generation of
people whose first relationship to music was with compact cassettes. We were
too young for vinyl; most of our parents, I’m sure, had some records lying
around, left over from their college days, but they were only ever dragged out
for the purposes of nostalgia, and we never really participated in that. On the
other side, compact discs didn’t show up until most of us were in junior high.
If you ask a person in his twenties what the first album he bought was,
whatever he answers, it will almost certainly have been on cassette tape. (For
the curious— i.e.: nobody, my first tape was
Prince and the Revolution’s Purple Rain.) The important thing is, though: based
on this connection to cassettes, specific characteristics of the medium have
shaped the way this generation thinks about making and consuming music.
Firstly: when you bought a tape, the music was yours in a way that music on
vinyl had never been. The moment commercial tapes were available, so were blank
ones. You could dub near-perfect copies for everyone you knew. You had
purchased more than a physical object, you had purchased the content and the
right (though not necessarily
the legal right) to reproduce it. We often forget that with all
of the nonsense about digital music rights these days, record companies already
lost this battle twenty years ago. With this innovation, amazing phenomena like
the mixtape were born. My sister, who is older than I am, would make tapes of
all the cool music she liked and
give them to me so that I could impress my little elementary school friends-- I
had a c90 with Pretty Hate Machine on the A side, and Bleach on the B side. I
had a tape of REM’s Document and Green where the tracks were interlaced, one
from one album, then the next from the other. Screw Michael Stipe’s artistic
vision. We could reprogram it for our own purposes—we bought it! You could
make your own greatest hits tape of your favorite band, or re-dub all the
Beatles albums without the shitty Paul McCartney songs. It was your music.
This phenomenon was as influential to plunderphonic (if anybody still uses that
word) and sampling music as hip hop DJ culture was. Making tapes was how most
people our age learned about sampling and recording music.
Blank cassettes existed for people to put their own audio on. Home recording
became available to stoned kids in their bedrooms. Who among us didn’t record
their first experiments onto cassette tapes? (My sister taped me at age four
reciting the lyrics to Run DMC’s “You
Be Illin’”). The ease of tapes compared to earlier recording alternatives,
combined with the fact that you were making something that, for all intents and
purposes, looked just like that fresh Public Enemy tape you bought from the
Warehouse made the whole process so much more exciting. So many people enjoy
noise and other experimental musics because they discovered it by fucking around
with cassette recorders (for nobody but themselves) and then later figured out
that there are people in the world who do the same thing, only well. Also: the
sound of cassettes had to have been influential. The poor fidelity of dubbed
tapes is an aesthetic hallmark for DIY music. "Lo-fi," as a genre tag, means: “
pretty quiet and buried in
tape hiss.” Rather than being a necessary evil, or extra-musical content, hiss
and tape distortion can be an artistic choice, an emblem of something other than
an undesirable budget. In fact, the specific type of audio degradation found on
cassettes informs the sound of countless contemporary noise heroes. (And rock
stars, really — where would Bill Callahan be if it weren’t for fuzzy tapes?)
Of course, many factors contribute to these aesthetic and cultural concerns—
without cassettes, there’d still be an underground music scene. It is, however,
important that cassettes are still valued within that scene, for reasons other
than nostalgia and kitsch, as opposed to the way that, say, eight tracks are
thought of. Far from being obsolete, the tape is another valid medium, with its
own individual strengths and, when produced well, should be considered on the
level of vinyl and digital audio.
Until I have tapes to review that aren’t just things I got from my friends, I’ll
close with a list of recent recommended releases.
Evenings – Descending Coma (Monorail
Trespassing, c34)
Emaciator – Habit (Rundownsun,
c20)
S.K.I. M.A.S.K. – (The
Comic Beyond, c45)
Unicorn Hard-on – Feathers and Flight (Triple
Rainbow, c40)