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White Tears
by Hari Kunzru
Like, if High Fidelity was written by David Lynch! Elements of Francis Ford Coppola's 'The Conversation' & Michelangelo Antonioni 'Blowup' or 'Blow Out' (remember Blow Out?) Brian De Palma starring John Travolta. And with its Soul Jazz Blues referencing record collecting definitely a hint of [b:Telegraph Avenue|10756240|Telegraph Avenue|Michael Chabon|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1335716595l/10756240._SY75_.jpg|15667548]
Starts out a simple story of two white guy audiophiles obsessed with Black music (Beastie Boys? Blues Brothers? )“more intense and authentic than anything made by white people”.
"We knew we didn’t own it,” admits Seth, “a fact we tried to ignore... masking our disabling caucasity with a sort of professorial knowledge.”
very uncomfortable reading (/listening), I remember stoned conversations with friends , in my early 20s while we earnestly discussed the Authenticity of reggae/funk/blues/soul versus white pop (stolen white pop)
Seth is slightly unhinged believing that every sound that has ever happened still resonates - you just need the right equipment to hear it. He's also slightly ( just slightly?) creepy, with hidden equipment he records/eavesdrops on the ambient surrounding.
When he listens back to one of his recordings he hears the Graveyard Blues.
He and Carter create a hoax, they slap scratches all over the recording, invent the undiscovered blues legend Charlie Shaw and pass it off as a 78.
However Charlie Shaw was real, he never got paid, and he's coming back to collect his dues.
A weird and creepy ghost story, a terrifying murder mystery with a great soundtrack:
http://knopfdoubleday.com/2017/03/28/white-tears-playlist/
"If horror believes in you, there's nothing to be done."
Starts out a simple story of two white guy audiophiles obsessed with Black music (Beastie Boys? Blues Brothers? )“more intense and authentic than anything made by white people”.
"We knew we didn’t own it,” admits Seth, “a fact we tried to ignore... masking our disabling caucasity with a sort of professorial knowledge.”
very uncomfortable reading (/listening), I remember stoned conversations with friends , in my early 20s while we earnestly discussed the Authenticity of reggae/funk/blues/soul versus white pop (stolen white pop)
Seth is slightly unhinged believing that every sound that has ever happened still resonates - you just need the right equipment to hear it. He's also slightly ( just slightly?) creepy, with hidden equipment he records/eavesdrops on the ambient surrounding.
When he listens back to one of his recordings he hears the Graveyard Blues.
He and Carter create a hoax, they slap scratches all over the recording, invent the undiscovered blues legend Charlie Shaw and pass it off as a 78.
However Charlie Shaw was real, he never got paid, and he's coming back to collect his dues.
A weird and creepy ghost story, a terrifying murder mystery with a great soundtrack:
http://knopfdoubleday.com/2017/03/28/white-tears-playlist/
"If horror believes in you, there's nothing to be done."