when good photos find you even in texas...

two of the best recent music photo finds, which i had sent to me here in texas, because i could not wait until i arrive home. they now adorn my little residence.

the top picture is the second tintype i've found of a guy playing a broom like a guitar, but this one is a zillion times nicer. the image of the guy with a victrola horn and birdcages, might be my favorite image i own. i would assume he is either playing them songs, in an attempt to teach them to sing, or recording their songs... either way, i've never seen anything like it...

on the last day of the decade...

make music and mirth...

make noise and laugh...

hold hands and dance around the victrola...

her mister's voice

as anyone who reads the blog regularly knows, i collect early photographs related to music, and am partial to images of records and record players. when a fellow collector led me to this photograph on ebay, it was of course mainly because of the prominent image of a giant "morning glory" victrola horn in the picture. i thought the dealer wanted a bit too much money for a somewhat morose looking old woman and a flowery speaker horn until i noticed the framed portrait hanging on the wall behind the subjects.

this framed photograph, probably a wedding portrait, clearly pictures the same woman, quite a bit younger, along with a gent, whom i would assume must've been her husband. the fact that we see the woman in the photograph twice, in different stages of life, is quite incredible. it is through these two representations of time, within a single photograph, that we can compare the woman as she was in youth with the woman she is in life, as photographed... you can compare the two faces and follow the passage of time.

for those who may not know the story of the original victor dog mascot and the ad line "his master's voice", it referred to the idea that a dog's owner could record his own voice for posterity, and after he was dead, his voice would reproduce so clearly when played on a victrola, that the dog (whose head is slightly bent in confusion) would believe he was hearing his master speaking to him from the dead.

in light of this, it certainly is no great leap to imagine that the relationship between the earlier wedding picture and the latter image of the woman, "partnered" with the victrola instead of her husband, suggests the recordings and playback mechanism as a surrogate for what has passed through life and is now (at the time the photograph was taken) gone. there she sits alone in a chair accompanied by a mute gramophone, which may or may not comfort her in her loss and loneliness. her hairstyle seems to remain the same, but her "love" is clearly missing.

certainly the look on her face doesn't do anything to dispel the feeling of sadness, and the images of her, young and old in the same photograph, seem to speak about the fragility of life - as if at some point there could simply be a photograph of the couple on the wall, and two victrolas, silent and still, in the forefront...

to serenade the fields...

here we have a young man with a victrola and a giant horn. perhaps he has come to serenade the fields. perhaps he has a gramophone record of francis ponge, and the horn speaks excerpts from ponge's faune et flore about plants, to plants:

"they have no voices. they are all but paralyzed. they can only attract attention by their postures.

they have no movement other than extension.their every gesture, thought, perhaps desire, intention, ends up a monstrous growth, an irremediable outgrowth, of their bodies.

no gestures; they simply multiply their arms, hands, fingers - like buddhas. this is how sedentary beings carry their thoughts to logical conclusion. they're no more than a will to expression.

their only means of attracting attention are postures, lines, now and then an exceptional signal, and extraordinary appeal to our eyes and sense of smell in the form of light bulbs and perfume atomizers that are called flowers and are probably wounds.

animals express themselves orally or with gestures that erase each other. vegetable expression is written down once and for all. there's no way of retracting it; second thoughts are ruled out: revision is only by addenda.

an infinite variety of feelings born of desire in a state of immobility gives rise to their infinite diversity of forms."quotes from francis ponge selected poems 1994

the poetry of sleeping while listening...

their master's voices...