The image of a cobweb on the front of The Books' Lost and Safe is indicative, as their unique brand of creating random sound collages often reminds me of exploring an old, deserted house, stumbling upon the relics of a remnant past.
Aged pictures hang cracked and fading on the walls, more intriguing because they were left behind, forgotten; the creaking of the stairs and the sounds of what was once a thriving house: running water, kids laughing, clanging dishes, the sounds of wind, and footsteps on a wooden floor. 'A Little Longing Goes Away.'
But behind the quietness floating above these sounds, the house is musical. There is a banjo leaning on the wall of the back porch, made rusty and weary by the sun and rain; an old, neglected piano, covered with dust and the tyranny of time.
Or is it just the spirit of a music made long ago that permeated the air; a still present vibration that has been fading and fading for the last hundred years? The Books put a microphone right to the wood in this house; and magically, they re-animate it, bringing the dead to life again. They are sound-archeologists; unearthing a picture of how things used to sound, how things still sound if you stop and listen. 'If Not Now, Whenever'But the house did not simply exist in one moment in time, it existed through time: through the eras of butter churns and washboards, house calls from doctors and fist-pounding ministers, telephones and steam trains, automobiles and radios.
Yes, all the sounds are here. And to their credit, The Books make little effort to separate and classify each distinct noise-artifact: no dating by examining the supposed age of each vibration, no placement in time as each sound Dopplers further into the past. 'It Never Changes to Stop.' Reverberations simply wash into, through, and over each other; creating new pictures, new sounds and songs.
The Books make this unoccupied house into a museum, and they are the invisible curators; occasionally they will put the artifacts into frames and cases to draw our attention to them; but the second we turn around, the cases are gone again. Their process creates beauty where we never noticed it to be before; just like when a photograph becomes old and cracked it somehow becomes more profound and poetic.
It reminds us the creation of beauty doesn't always have to be intentional; that seemingly random patterns can sometimes hint at the mystery of the universe; and that from the atoms in our bodies to the orbits of Jupiter's moons, complimentary resonances exist that are there to shield us from the infinity of unbridled chaos. Without The Books, we would be in danger of forgetting, or worse, never noticing. 'Be Good To Them Always.'
"Most of all the world is a place where parts of wholes are described / within an overarching paradigm of clarity and accuracy / the context of which makes possible an underlying / sense of the way it all fits together / despite our collective tendancy not to conceive of it as such... So instead we went ahead to fabricate a catalog / of unstable elements and modicums and particles / with non-zero total strangeness for brief moments which amount / to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap." -The Books, "Smells Like Content,"
from Lost and Safe
NYPL CATALOG LINKS:
The Books - Lost and Safe (2005)
The Books - The Lemon of Pink (2003)
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"An Owl With Knees" video
"Take Time" video
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