Cate Blanchett Stars in a New Massive Attack Video, Which Doubles as a Short Art-House Film

Every direc­tor who casts Cate Blanchett—whether in peri­od block­busters like Eliz­a­beth or Aus­tralian indies like Lit­tle Fish­es—lets the cam­era dwell on her face for sev­er­al silent beats in almost every scene she’s in. It’s almost a way of estab­lish­ing her face as a char­ac­ter all its own, with its sharp fea­tures and con­sum­ing stare. Just above, Mas­sive Attack’s video for their new song, “The Spoils,” takes this ten­den­cy deep into the uncan­ny val­ley.

Open­ing with a shot of Blanchett’s eyes, then sev­er­al long, lin­ger­ing looks at her face in close-up and deep chiaroscuro, the video quick­ly becomes more abstract and alien as it decon­structs her beau­ty into var­i­ous kinds of arti­fice. It’s an art-house motif we’ve seen used effec­tive­ly with oth­er actress­es known for their strik­ing good looks—Scarlett Johans­son in 2013’s Under the Skin, for exam­ple, or last year’s Ex Machi­na with Ali­cia Vikan­der.

These are films that defa­mil­iar­ize their famous actress­es and dis­rupt our com­fort­ably shal­low ideas about beau­ty and gen­der. “The Spoils”—scored by a band known for their cin­e­mat­ic sound (and occa­sion­al­ly Oscar-win­ning film sound­tracks) and their polit­i­cal stances—functions beau­ti­ful­ly as a mini-exper­i­men­tal film that takes us into pro­found and unset­tling ter­ri­to­ry. This should come as no sur­prise; its direc­tor, John Hill­coat, also adapt­ed Cor­mac McCarthy’s The Road into a film from which, for all its bleak­ness, we can hard­ly look away.

Mas­sive Attack is also known for work­ing with some of the most soul­ful of UK singers, includ­ing Shara Nel­son, Tracey Thorn, Eliz­a­beth Fras­er, and Sinead O’Connor. In “The Spoils,” they col­lab­o­rate with an Amer­i­can, anoth­er name we asso­ciate with the best of hazy, atmos­pher­ic 90s chill-out music, Mazzy Star’s Hope San­doval. The results are hyp­not­ic, as in all Sandoval’s work, and lush­ly, metic­u­lous­ly pro­duced.

That said, tak­en sep­a­rate­ly, the song los­es some of the arrest­ing emo­tion­al pow­er it has accom­pa­ny­ing HIll­coat’s Twi­light Zone images. You may be put in mind of the House intro with its x‑rays and organs shroud­ed in dark­ness, scored to Mas­sive Attack’s “Teardrop.” But we can also com­pare “The Spoils” to “Teardrop”’s offi­cial video, above, anoth­er lin­ger­ing med­i­ta­tion on human iden­ti­ty and per­son­al­i­ty.

via Elec­tron­ic Beats

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Michel Gondry’s Finest Music Videos for Björk, Radio­head & More: The Last of the Music Video Gods

The New Radio­head Album is Out; Watch a Paul Thomas Ander­son-Direct­ed Music Video for One of the New Sin­gles

David Fincher’s Five Finest Music Videos: From Madon­na to Aero­smith

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

Bob Geldof Talks About the Greatest Day of His Life, Stepping on the Stage of Live Aid, in a Short Doc by Errol Morris

I remem­ber being a teen in the UK when the news broke that Bob Geld­of was assem­bling a group of pop stars to record a Christ­mas sin­gle to help the starv­ing in Africa, par­tic­u­lar­ly Ethiopia, which had been rav­aged by famine since 1983. It was pre­sent­ed like “break­ing news” around tea time—possibly dur­ing one of the music shows air­ing then—and made to sound like some­thing world chang­ing was about to hap­pen. The super group of British pop singers was dubbed Band Aid.

I’ll nev­er know whether that reporter was get­ting an accu­rate sense of the future, or was try­ing to do her best to pro­mote Band Aid’s sin­gle, but just over half a year lat­er, on July 13, 1985 Band Aid had turned into Live Aid, a mas­sive dual-venue con­cert held at Wem­b­ley Sta­di­um in Lon­don and at John F. Kennedy Sta­di­um in Philadel­phia. (Phil Collins played one set, back­ing Sting, in Lon­don and then hopped on a Con­corde over to New York to play his solo hits.) The set list for both sides of the Atlantic is a who’s who of mid-80s pop and rock–Madon­na, Led Zep­pelin, U2, Queen, David Bowie all played that day–though the Amer­i­can side was both more eclec­tic in genre and more mid­dle­brow in taste. For tele­vi­sion view­ers, it took up an entire day of broad­cast­ing (I should know, I watched it at my friend’s house dur­ing a very hot sum­mer day.)

Cre­at­ed as part of a series of mini-doc­u­men­taries by mas­ter film­mak­er Errol Mor­ris, the short film above puts Geld­of cen­ter stage and revis­its what Geld­of calls “the best day of my life,” step­ping onstage at the begin­ning of Live Aid.

It’s an odd inter­view. Geld­of says he’s still a man dis­ap­point­ed in himself—Morris calls him out on it at one point—and gets emo­tion­al when he remem­bers vis­it­ing Africa and how he was asked to appear in pho­tographs along­side the dying vic­tims of star­va­tion. Band Aid had giv­en him the fame to do some­thing about the prob­lems in the world, but it has made him self-con­scious about being turned into just anoth­er celebri­ty. (His pal Bono han­dles it much dif­fer­ent­ly, as he says.)

He talks about his poor upbringing—with dead or absen­tee par­ents, he was raised by the radio and it was rock music that saved him. He saw those rock leg­ends and rock’s fans as a lob­by­ing base to get change to hap­pen, and made it hap­pen through will pow­er. He want­ed to use the plat­form that are­na rock afford­ed and did so. From an ini­tial guess of rais­ing $100,000 from the sale of the sin­gle, the entire Live Aid event raised $140 mil­lion instead and was viewed by 1.5 bil­lion view­ers.

Though oth­ers have ques­tioned the effec­tive­ness of char­i­ty events like Live Aid, Geldof’s take­away is still pos­i­tive and broad­er than assum­ing one con­cert can change events—it’s more about how a con­cert can pro­mote an issue and give orga­niz­ers the mon­ey to change the world.

“The para­dox at the heart of indi­vid­u­al­ism,” Geld­of says, “is that it only works when we act in con­cert for the com­mon good.”

Bob Geld­of: The Moment will be added to our col­lec­tion, 4,000+ Free Movies Online: Great Clas­sics, Indies, Noir, West­erns, Doc­u­men­taries & More.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Fred­die Mer­cury, Live Aid (1985)

Watch the Rare Reunions of Pink Floyd: Con­certs from 2005, 2010 & 2011

Pink Floyd’s The Wall: The Orig­i­nal Live Show & Behind-the-Scenes Footage of the 1980 Tour and 1982 Film

Ted Mills is a free­lance writer on the arts who cur­rent­ly hosts the FunkZone Pod­cast. You can also fol­low him on Twit­ter at @tedmills, read his oth­er arts writ­ing at tedmills.com and/or watch his films here.

Stream a Massive Collection of Indie, Noise Industrial Mixtapes from the 80s and 90s

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They’ll nev­er be worth as much as the alleged box of first edi­tion Super­man comics left in my father’s room when he shipped out to sea, alleged­ly giv­en to the dump by his moth­er, though she for­ev­er denied it; but those over­stuffed box­es full of cheap mix­tapes from the late 80s and 90s in my clos­et have to be worth some­thing, right? If only to the inter­net… the Inter­net Archive, a more spe­cif­ic place, and yes, it’s the one that hosts the Way­back Machine, pre­serv­er of web­pages no one updates or, real­ly, vis­its any­more.

But this is not a sad sto­ry about what hap­pened to Web 1.0! But a hap­py one about where your mix­tapes will go, because they are need­ed. Just as a recent gen­er­a­tion decid­ed to bypass the six­ties and go back to the sources of Hen­drix and CSNY so future hip­sters of today ignore oughties retreads and return to the world just before the inter­net. They go full anti­quar­i­an with it, with authen­tic peri­od cos­tumes and peri­od-era equip­ment, which means they often sound ter­ri­ble. They need cas­settes to get it right.

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The cas­sette has already made its way back in a big way, rein­tro­duc­ing the sound of ear­ly syn­th­pop, indus­tri­al music, DIY indie rock, and a genre called “tape exper­i­men­ta­tion” that encom­pass­es any­thing from avant-garde musique con­crète to the lat­est pro­duc­tion of spliced togeth­er cas­sette tape. The sound of decay­ing tape—a soup of hiss and muf­fled, warped, out-of-tune copies of songs—birthed dark, sludgy met­al and per­fect­ly cap­tured the sound­tracks of hor­ror movies. And, imper­fect­ly, the sound of every­thing else. These were “the days when the audio cas­sette was the stan­dard method of music shar­ing… gen­er­al­ly the mid-eight­ies through ear­ly-nineties,” points out The Noise-Arch Archive, which hosts just such a col­lec­tion, on just such a (dig­i­tized) medi­um. 30 gigs of tape hiss.

One needs a reli­able guide like, say, Tom Waits, to under­stand how weird depres­sion-era music was. This archive makes sig­nif­i­cant head­way in con­vey­ing the same infor­ma­tion about the Bush (the first) and Clin­ton (the first) years. One need only lis­ten to Church of the Tapes­lice / Time­s­plice at the top, as much as that’s pos­si­ble, to get a fla­vor of how. It’s a mélange of Frank Zap­pa-like sound col­lage, Res­i­dents-like sar­don­ic absur­di­ty, Devo-like black humor, and free-form-the-DJ-is-real­ly-stoned-lev­el goofi­ness you’ve heard at least once late night on your col­lege radio sta­tion. But they aren’t all this off-putting, and they aren’t all this approach­able either.

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Psy­cho­ma­nia, fur­ther up, lives up to its name. It opens inno­cent­ly enough, with some sort of non­de­script­ly trib­al dit­ty, lilt­ing, if unset­tling. Then the mix shifts into full gial­lo mode, the loud, pun­ish­ing synths and descend­ing har­monies of doom that com­prise the scores of “Spaghet­ti Slash­ers.” Expect the obscure of the obscure in every tape in this col­lec­tion. “Much of this mate­r­i­al defies cat­e­go­ry,” Noise-Arch advis­es, “and has there­fore not been giv­en one.” Much of it sounds like some­thing you might rec­og­nize, only a few uncan­ny removes from your point of ref­er­ence.

The col­lec­tion above—its bare­ly leg­i­ble cov­er describes a com­pi­la­tion from “Fetus Pro­duc­tions” in Australia—opens with some real­ly off-kil­ter elec­tro-lounge music and pro­gress­es into a full-on syn­th­pop opera. None of this music, obvi­ous­ly, should be missed. Nor the music stored in impor­tant archives cur­rent­ly occu­py­ing my clos­et. I’ll nev­er sell it. Because who wants a bunch of worn-out crap­py plas­tic tapes? It’s what’s on them that we need to pre­serve. Even the hard-to-love slack­er non­sense of I Was a Teenage Com­mu­nist (The Secret Con­fes­sions of Oliv­er North).  Enter The Noise-Arch Archive here.

Teenage Ollie North

via Elec­tron­ic Beats

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Hear the Great Mix­tapes Richard Lin­klater Cre­at­ed to Psych Up the Actors in Dazed and Con­fused and Every­body Wants Some!!

Atten­tion K‑Mart Shop­pers: Hear 90 Hours of Back­ground Music & Ads from the Retail Giant’s 1980s and 90s Hey­day

A Mas­sive 800-Track Playlist of 90s Indie & Alter­na­tive Music, in Chrono­log­i­cal Order

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

Hear 17,000+ Traditional Folk & Blues Songs Curated by the Great Musicologist Alan Lomax

For all its suc­cess with steam­rolling over entire pop­u­la­tions to build high­ways, fac­to­ry towns, and office cam­pus­es, the U.S. has also, since its ear­li­est days, pro­duced scores of com­mit­ted eth­nol­o­gists, musi­col­o­gists, and oth­er doc­u­men­tar­i­ans of human cul­tur­al pro­duc­tion in all its vari­ety. This cru­el para­dox has, most gen­er­al­ly speak­ing, left a dual lega­cy in both the country’s sto­ried vio­lence and its capac­i­ty for renew­al through the appro­pri­a­tion, trans­for­ma­tion, and amal­ga­ma­tion of oth­er cul­tures.

And we would have no nation­al trea­sure chest of folk music, art, sto­ry, and his­to­ry to draw from with­out jour­ney­men col­lec­tors like Alan Lomax. Where cul­tur­al his­to­ri­ans like W.E.B. Dubois, Zora Neale Hurston, Franz Boas, and Mar­garet Mead lent their find­ings to revivals in Amer­i­can lit­er­a­ture and phi­los­o­phy, Lomax, along with his con­tem­po­rary, folk­lorist Har­ry Smith, “unlocked the secrets of this kind of music,” as Dylan remarked, for hun­dreds of bud­ding folk and blues musi­cians in the for­ties, fifties, and six­ties.

With typ­i­cal­ly Dylan-like under­state­ment, the phrase “this kind of music” under­sells the diver­si­ty of Amer­i­cana in Lomax’s col­lec­tion, from Celtic Appalachi­ana to African Caribbeana. Lomax start­ed out record­ing folk music under the tute­lage of his folk­lorist father, John Lomax. Begin­ning in 1934, the two trav­elled the coun­try, “gath­er­ing thou­sands of field record­ings of folk musi­cians through­out the Amer­i­can South, South­west, Mid­west, and North­east, as well as in Haiti and the Bahamas,” writes the Asso­ci­a­tion for Cul­tur­al Equi­ty, which hosts a huge archive of Lomax’s folk record­ings. These were released in sev­er­al pop­u­lar antholo­gies of the time and housed at the Library of Congress’s Archive of Amer­i­can Folk Song, for whom the younger Lomax began work­ing in 1937.

Through­out the 30s and 40s, Lomax furi­ous­ly record­ed songs, jokes, sto­ries, inter­views, etc. and pro­duced films and radio pro­grams “which brought 1940s New York­ers blues, fla­men­co, calyp­so, and South­ern bal­lad singing, all still rel­a­tive­ly unknown gen­res.” A musi­cian him­self (hear him do “Ram­bling Gam­bler,” above), Lomax also dis­cov­ered and pro­mot­ed a num­ber of folk artists who would be stars. He “exposed nation­al audi­ences to region­al Amer­i­can music and such home­grown tal­ents as Woody Guthrie, Lead Bel­ly, Aunt Mol­ly Jack­son, Josh White, the Gold­en Gate Quar­tet, Burl Ives, and Pete Seeger.” He made the first record­ings of Mud­dy Waters (then McKin­ley Mor­gan­field) and record­ed sem­i­nal ses­sions and con­ver­sa­tions with blues­men like Mem­phis Slim, Big Bill Broonzy, and Son­ny Boy Williamson.

It’s safe to say that with­out Lomax’s tire­less curat­ing, we would have had no folk and blues revival of the fifties and six­ties, and thus, like­ly, no rock and roll. It’s easy in our cyn­i­cal and anx­i­ety-rid­den cur­rent cul­tur­al moment to dis­miss folk­lorists like the Lomax­es as pirates who prof­it­ed from the work of oth­ers. But it’s also easy to for­get how lit­tle oppor­tu­ni­ty the artists they worked with had to reach the world out­side their local cir­cuits, and how lit­tle oppor­tu­ni­ty the wider Amer­i­can pub­lic had to hear folk and local artists. In part because of Alan Lomax’s work in the begin­nings of the 21st cen­tu­ry, we nev­er need to lose touch with the coun­try’s tremen­dous cul­tur­al diver­si­ty, an essen­tial fea­ture of the U.S. through­out its his­to­ry.

A fair amount of con­tro­ver­sy roils over the busi­ness arrange­ments that folk­lorists came to with artists and col­lab­o­ra­tors like Lead Bel­ly, and there are good his­tor­i­cal and polit­i­cal rea­sons to fol­low these debates. Ideals of cul­tur­al equi­ty did not erase racial and eco­nom­ic real­i­ties. But the best of what sur­vives the meet­ings of Lomax father and son and the hun­dreds of men and women they encoun­tered in their trav­els is cap­tured on record, tape, and dig­i­tal for­mats, and pre­served for future gen­er­a­tions to redis­cov­er what the coun­try sounds like out­side the feed­back loops of cor­po­rate media. There are innu­mer­able ways to dis­cov­er Lomax’s record­ings. His own Asso­ci­a­tion for Cul­tur­al Equi­ty hosts hun­dreds of hours of audio and video record­ings, avail­able to stream for free at the site or on Youtube. The archive con­tains over 17,000 folk record­ings by Lomax.

And in the Spo­ti­fy playlist above, we’ve com­piled a playlist of Lomax’s com­mer­cial releas­es. In the first two, we hear Lomax him­self inter­pret­ing var­i­ous cow­boy and west­ern songs. Then a mas­sive album of record­ings he made in Haiti after doing grad­u­ate work in anthro­pol­o­gy (these include record­ings of his fel­low anthro­pol­o­gist Zora Neale Hurston). We have a com­pi­la­tion of ear­ly Delta blues record­ings or “Negro Prison Blues,” and an album of pop­u­lar Ital­ian folk songs like “Funi­culi, Funic­u­la” and “Come Back to Sor­ren­to.” Over­all it’s a playlist that rep­re­sents the sur­pris­ing breadth of Lomax’s inter­est in “this kind of music”—the kind, as he put it in his “Appeal for Cul­tur­al Equi­ty,” made by “each and every branch of the human fam­i­ly.”

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Alan Lomax’s Music Archive Hous­es Over 17,400 Folk Record­ings From 1946 to the 1990s

Leg­endary Folk­lorist Alan Lomax: ‘The Land Where the Blues Began’

Woody Guthrie at 100: Cel­e­brate His Amaz­ing Life with a BBC Film

Hear Zora Neale Hurston Sing the Bawdy Prison Blues Song “Uncle Bud” (1940)

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

Stream Iggy Pop’s Two-Hour Radio Tribute to David Bowie

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Images of Mr. Bowie & Mr. Pop, via Wiki­me­dia Com­mons

Briefly not­ed: Every Fri­day night, Iggy Pop hosts a radio show, “Iggy Con­fi­den­tial,” on BBC 6 Music. And the lat­est episode fea­tured Pop pay­ing a two-hour trib­ute to his friend, David Bowie. Click here, and hear Pop spin his favourite Bowie records and rem­i­nisce about their times togeth­er. The record­ing will be avail­able online for the next 26 days.

If you would like to sup­port the mis­sion of Open Cul­ture, con­sid­er mak­ing a dona­tion to our site. It’s hard to rely 100% on ads, and your con­tri­bu­tions will help us con­tin­ue pro­vid­ing the best free cul­tur­al and edu­ca­tion­al mate­ri­als to learn­ers every­where. You can con­tribute through Pay­Pal, Patre­on, and Ven­mo (@openculture). Thanks!

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Prof. Iggy Pop Deliv­ers the BBC’s 2014 John Peel Lec­ture on “Free Music in a Cap­i­tal­ist Soci­ety”

David Bowie Sings Impres­sions of Bruce Spring­steen, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, Tom Waits & More In Stu­dio Out­takes (1985)

Hear a Great Radio Doc­u­men­tary on William S. Bur­roughs Nar­rat­ed by Iggy Pop

Hear Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus Sung as a One-Woman Opera

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Image by Aus­tri­an Nation­al Library, via Wiki­me­dia Com­mons

What is it about Aus­tri­an philo­soph­i­cal prodi­gy Lud­wig Wittgen­stein’s Trac­ta­tus Logi­co-Philo­soph­i­cus that so inspires artists? Jasper Johns, the Coen Broth­ers, Derek Jar­man…. Per­haps it’s easy to see his appeal to writ­ers. His suc­cinct phi­los­o­phy of lan­guage con­tains a ground­break­ing claim, for its time, wrote Bertrand Rus­sell in his 1922 intro­duc­tion: “In order that a cer­tain sen­tence should assert a cer­tain fact there must… be some­thing in com­mon between the struc­ture of the sen­tence and the struc­ture of the fact.”

There may be no high­er praise for care­ful, pre­cise lan­guage. Recall­ing the stock advice to “show, don’t tell,” Wittgen­stein assert­ed that what­ev­er bonds togeth­er the struc­ture of sen­tences and the struc­ture of the world, it is only some­thing we can show, not some­thing we can say. In this regard, Wittgen­stein also ele­vat­ed images, and he him­self had a keen eye for pho­tog­ra­phy and archi­tec­ture. Of course, the imag­i­na­tive, mys­ti­cal aspect of Wittgenstein’s lit­tle book of apho­risms and sym­bols appeals to musi­cians and com­posers as well.

John Cage drew heav­i­ly on Wittgenstein’s work and the Trac­ta­tus has been adapt­ed by oth­ers in musi­cal pieces rang­ing from the under­stat­ed and med­i­ta­tive to the com­i­cal­ly ridicu­lous. The adap­ta­tion above takes a stark oper­at­ic approach. Com­posed by Bal­duin Sulz­er, the “one woman opera,” as the singer Anna Maria Pammer’s site describes it (in Google trans­la­tion from Ger­man), “dri­ves the metic­u­lous­ness and insis­tence of the text on the top.” Draw­ing on the work of the Sec­ond Vien­nese School, “the basic musi­cal idea comes from the music of the time of ori­gin of the Trac­ta­tus, i.e. the time of World War I.”

Wittgen­stein has long been asso­ci­at­ed with Arnold Schoen­berg and the Trac­ta­tus has been called a “tone poem.” The chill­i­ness, alter­nat­ing with rapid crescen­dos, with which Pam­mer deliv­ers the philo­soph­i­cal libret­to recalls the book’s tenor, as well as Wittgenstein’s tem­pera­ment more gen­er­al­ly. Giv­en to vio­lent out­bursts and fits of deri­sion, Wittgen­stein spent the first part of his life attempt­ing to cre­ate per­fect sys­tems— “a log­i­cal­ly per­fect lan­guage,” wrote Rus­sell. In between this aus­tere pur­suit, he lived just as aus­tere­ly and some­times vio­lent­ly. John Cage’s enact­ment of Wittgenstein’s the­o­ries comes clos­er to the intent of “show don’t tell,” but Sulzer’s adap­ta­tion per­haps best dra­ma­tizes the mys­ti­cal ellipses of Wittgenstein’s first major work. If you need Spo­ti­fy’s free soft­ware, down­load it here.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Wittgenstein’s Mas­ter­piece, the Trac­ta­tus Logi­co-Philo­soph­i­cus, Gets Turned into Beau­ti­ful, Med­i­ta­tive Music

Lud­wig Wittgenstein’s Trac­ta­tus Gets Adapt­ed Into an Avant-Garde Com­ic Opera

In Search of Lud­wig Wittgenstein’s Seclud­ed Hut in Nor­way: A Short Trav­el Film

The Pho­tog­ra­phy of Lud­wig Wittgen­stein

Free Online Phi­los­o­phy Cours­es

Down­load 135 Free Phi­los­o­phy eBooks: From Aris­to­tle to Niet­zsche & Wittgen­stein

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

Watch Carl Sagan’s “A Glorious Dawn” Become the First Vinyl Record Played in Space, Courtesy of Jack White

Third Man Records, the record label cre­at­ed by The White Stripes’ Jack White, announced Sat­ur­day that they’ve made his­to­ry by launch­ing a “space-proof” turntable into space (near space, to be pre­cise), using a high-alti­tude bal­loon to reach a peak alti­tude of 94,413 feet. Their goal was to “send a vinyl record up as high as pos­si­ble and doc­u­ment it being played there.” And that they did.

Accord­ing to their press release, for “the entire hour and twen­ty min­utes of ascen­sion, the Icarus turntable faith­ful­ly played Carl Sagan’s “A Glo­ri­ous Dawn” (from “Cos­mos” by Sym­pho­ny of Sci­ence com­pos­er John Boswell) on repeat, using an impres­sive­ly stur­dy phono car­tridge and sty­lus as well as an onboard flight com­put­er pro­grammed with a few dif­fer­ent actions to keep the record play­ing while it was safe to do so.” Even­tu­al­ly, when the bal­loon popped (around the 83rd minute), the turntable went into “tur­bu­lence mode” and safe­ly sur­vived the descent back down to earth. You can watch the entire his­toric voyage–all two hours of it–in the video above.

If you would like to sup­port the mis­sion of Open Cul­ture, con­sid­er mak­ing a dona­tion to our site. It’s hard to rely 100% on ads, and your con­tri­bu­tions will help us con­tin­ue pro­vid­ing the best free cul­tur­al and edu­ca­tion­al mate­ri­als to learn­ers every­where. You can con­tribute through Pay­Pal, Patre­on, and Ven­mo (@openculture). Thanks!

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Watch His­toric Footage of Joseph Kittinger’s 102,800 Jump from Space (1960)

How Vinyl Records Are Made: A Primer from 1956

How to Clean Your Vinyl Records with Wood Glue

The Bizarre Time When Frank Zappa’s Entirely Instrumental Album Received an “Explicit Lyrics” Sticker

zappa lyrics

In 1958, Link Wray released his bluesy instru­men­tal “Rum­ble,” known for its pio­neer­ing use of reverb and dis­tor­tion. The grit­ty, seduc­tive tune became a huge hit with the kids, but grown-ups found the sound threat­en­ing, rem­i­nis­cent of scary gang scenes in West Side Sto­ry and grow­ing fears over “Juve­nile Delinquency”—a nation­al anx­i­ety marked by the 1955 release of Black­board Jun­gle and its intro­duc­tion of Bill Haley’s “Rock Around the Clock.”

Just three years lat­er, “Rum­ble” made mid­dle class cit­i­zens so ner­vous that the song has the dis­tinc­tion of being the only instru­men­tal ever banned from radio play in the U.S. And yet, that hon­or is some­what mis­lead­ing. It’s true many radio sta­tions refused to play the song, or any rock and roll records at all, but it did receive enough exposure—from peo­ple like Amer­i­can Band­stand’s Dick Clark, no less—to remain in the top 40 for ten weeks in 1958.

Fast-for­ward thir­ty years from Black­board Jun­gle pan­ic, and we find the coun­try in the midst of anoth­er nation­al freak­out about the kids and their music, this one spear­head­ed by the Par­ents Music Resource Cen­ter (PMRC), formed by Tip­per Gore and three oth­er so-called “Wash­ing­ton Wives” who sought to place warn­ing labels on “explic­it” pop­u­lar albums and oth­er­wise impose moral­is­tic guide­lines on music and movies. Con­gres­sion­al hear­ings in 1985 saw the odd trio of Twist­ed Sister’s Dee Snider, mild-man­nered folk star John Den­ver, and vir­tu­oso prog-weirdo Frank Zap­pa tes­ti­fy­ing before the Sen­ate against cen­sor­ship. The fierce­ly lib­er­tar­i­an Zappa’s oppo­si­tion to the PMRC became some­thing of a cru­sade, and the fol­low­ing year he appeared on Cross­fire to argue his case.

PMRC back­lash from musi­cians every­where began to clut­ter the pop cul­tur­al land­scape. Glenn Danzig released his anti-PMRC anthem, “Moth­er”; Ice‑T’s The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech vicious­ly attacked Gore and her orga­ni­za­tion; NOFX released their E.P. The P.M.R.C. Can Suck on This… just a small sam­pling of dozens of anti-PMRC songs/albums/messages after those infa­mous hear­ings. But we can cred­it Zap­pa with found­ing the musi­cal sub­gen­era in his 1985 Frank Zap­pa Meets the Moth­ers of Pre­ven­tion, which includ­ed “Porn Wars,” above, a mashup of dis­tort­ed sam­ples from the hear­ings.

All of these records received the req­ui­site “Good House­keep­ing Seal of Dis­ap­proval,” the now-famil­iar stark black-and-white parental warn­ing label (top). Zappa’s album cov­er pre-empt­ed the inevitable stick­er­ing with a bright yel­low and red box read­ing “Warn­ing Guar­an­tee,” full of tongue-in-cheek small print like  “GUARANTEED NOT TO CAUSE ETERNAL TORMENT IN THE PLACE WHERE THE GUY WITH THE HORNS AND POINTED STICK CONDUCTS HIS BUSINESS.” All this inces­sant needling of the PMRC must have real­ly got to them, fans fig­ured, when Zappa’s 1986 record Jazz from Hell began appear­ing, it’s said, in record stores with a parental advi­so­ry label—on an album with­out lyrics of any kind.

But did Zappa’s Gram­my-award-win­ning instru­men­tal record (above) real­ly get the explic­it con­tent label? And was such label­ing retal­i­a­tion from the PMRC, as some believed? These claims have cir­cu­lat­ed for years on mes­sage boards, in books like Peter Blecha’s Taboo Tunes: A His­to­ry of Banned Bands & Cen­sored Songs, and on Wikipedia. And the answer is both yes, and no. Jazz from Hell did not get the famil­iar “Parental Advi­so­ry: Explic­it Lyrics” label, nor was it specif­i­cal­ly tar­get­ed by Gore’s orga­ni­za­tion.

The album was, how­ev­er, stick­ered in 1990—notes Dave Thompson’s The Music Lover’s Guide to Record Col­lect­ing—by “the Pacif­ic North­west chain of Fred Mey­er depart­ment stores,” who gave it “the retailer’s own ‘Explic­it Lyrics’ warn­ing, despite the fact that the album was whol­ly instru­men­tal.” This is like­ly due to the word “hell” and the title of the song “G‑Spot Tor­na­do.” So it may be fair to say that Zap­pa’s Jazz from Hell is the only ful­ly instru­men­tal album to receive an “Explic­it Lyrics” warn­ing, inspired by, if not direct­ly ordered by, the PMRC. Like the radio cen­sor­ship of Link Wray’s “Rum­ble,” this region­al seal of dis­ap­proval did not in the least pre­vent the record from receiv­ing due recog­ni­tion. But it makes for a curi­ous his­tor­i­cal exam­ple of the absurd lengths peo­ple have gone to in their fear of mod­ern pop music.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Frank Zap­pa Debates Cen­sor­ship on CNN’s Cross­fire (1986)

Frank Zappa’s Exper­i­men­tal Adver­tise­ments For Luden’s Cough Drops, Rem­ing­ton Razors & Port­land Gen­er­al Elec­tric

Hear the Musi­cal Evo­lu­tion of Frank Zap­pa in 401 Songs

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

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