Last year, the British Film InstiÂtute’s Sight and Sound magÂaÂzine conÂductÂed its once-a-decade poll to deterÂmine the greatÂest films of all time. As usuÂal, the results were dividÂed into two secÂtions: one for the critÂics’ votes, and the othÂer for the filmÂmakÂers’. The latÂter put StanÂley KubrickÂ’s 2001: A Space Odyssey at the top, disÂplacÂing YasuÂjirĹŤ Ozu’s Tokyo StoÂry, which itself had disÂplaced Orson Welles’ CitÂiÂzen Kane. The forÂmer had their own reign of Kane, which came to an end in 2012 with the rise of Alfred HitchÂcockÂ’s VerÂtiÂgo. All these picÂtures are well-known clasÂsics of cinÂeÂma, and even if you haven’t seen them, you may feel as if you have. But did you have the same reacÂtion to ChanÂtal AkerÂman’s Jeanne DielÂman, 23, quai du ComÂmerce, 1080 BruxÂelles when it came out numÂber one in the critÂics poll last year?
This month, the BFI pubÂlished a new list of 101 films that make Jeanne DielÂman look like Home Alone. LĂ©ontine’s ElecÂtric BatÂtery, My SurÂvival as an AboÂrigÂiÂnal, The 8 DiaÂgram Pole FightÂer, Qabyo 2, and all the rest of these “hidÂden gems” received just one vote in the latÂest S&S poll, meanÂing that just one parÂticÂiÂpatÂing critÂic or filmÂmakÂer ranks it among the ten best films ever made.
“HailÂing from every conÂtiÂnent but AntarcÂtiÂca and spanÂning more than 120 years, this selecÂtion is, in its way, as repÂreÂsenÂtaÂtive of the richÂes of cinÂeÂma hisÂtoÂry as that othÂer list we released at the end of last year,” writes conÂtribÂuÂtor Thomas Flew. “FicÂtion rubs shoulÂders with nonÂficÂtion, films made by colÂlecÂtives sit alongÂside hand-craftÂed aniÂmaÂtion, and a healthy dose of comÂeÂdy sidles up to heartÂbreakÂing draÂma — and then there are the films that defy all catÂeÂgoÂrizaÂtion.”
On this list you’ll find lessÂer-known works from brand-name direcÂtors like OlivÂer Assayas, whose Cold Water is to cinÂeÂma “what The CatchÂer in the Rye is to litÂerÂaÂture,” or Kathryn Bigelow, whose The LoveÂless, “set in a generÂic 1950s AmerÂiÂcana landÂscape, is satÂuÂratÂed with libido, canÂdid charm and forÂmal invenÂtion.” OthÂer films come recÂomÂmendÂed by major auteurs: ApichatÂpong Weerasethakul describes Bruce BailÂlie’s Quick BilÂly as “Muybridge’s horse resÂurÂrectÂed, expeÂriÂencÂing death, rebirth and death once more”; Guy Maddin picks Desire Me, which had four difÂferÂent direcÂtors, and “all of them were foolÂish enough to take their names off this thing because it’s pretÂty wild”; the late TerÂence Davies praisÂes CurÂtis BernÂhardt’s PosÂsessed as a film in which “AmerÂiÂca has nevÂer seemed bleakÂer or less romanÂtic.”
PerÂhaps you’re the type of cinephile who can imagÂine no more comÂpelling recÂomÂmenÂdaÂtion than “David Lynch cites it as the first movie he rememÂbers watchÂing,” which BeatÂrice LoyÂaza writes of HenÂry King’s Wait till the Sun Shines, NelÂlie. Or perÂhaps you’re more intrigued by HenÂry Blake’s endorseÂment of Rolf de Heer’s Bad Boy BubÂby: “If you can get past the incest and vioÂlence in the first 45 minÂutes of this film, it is an achingÂly powÂerÂful stoÂry about love and it urges the audiÂence to nevÂer give up on anyÂone.” This is not to say that all of the BFI’s hidÂden gems are harÂrowÂing specÂtaÂcles, though it’s a safe bet that none of them offer a viewÂing expeÂriÂence quite like any you’ve ever had before — except, perÂhaps, the earÂliÂest one, Le chat qui joue by cinÂeÂma pioÂneers Auguste and Louis Lumière, a “cat video” avant la letÂtre.
Explore the BFI’s list of hidÂden gems here.
via MetafilÂter
RelatÂed conÂtent:
480 FilmÂmakÂers Reveal the 100 GreatÂest Movies in the World
The Nine GreatÂest Films You’ve NevÂer Seen
The Ten GreatÂest Films of All Time AccordÂing to 846 Film CritÂics
The Best 100 Movies of the 21st CenÂtuÂry (So Far) Named by 177 Film CritÂics
The Top 100 AmerÂiÂcan Films of All Time, AccordÂing to 62 InterÂnaÂtionÂal Film CritÂics
MarÂtin ScorsÂese CreÂates a List of 39 EssenÂtial ForÂeign Films for a Young FilmÂmakÂer
Based in Seoul, ColÂin Marshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂter Books on Cities, the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
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On FriÂday, Glen Hansard & Lisa O’Neill perÂformed “FairyÂtale of New York” at Shane MacÂGowan’s funerÂal, givÂing the Pogues’ frontÂman quite the send-off. The movÂing perÂforÂmance took place before a packed church in Nenagh, a counÂtry town in IreÂland. And it all ends, perÂhaps fitÂtingÂly, with mournÂers dancÂing in the aisles. Below, you can also watch Nick Cave perÂform a Pogues song from 1986, “A Rainy Night in Soho.”
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The WonÂdrous Night When Glen Hansard Met Van MorÂriÂson
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What hisÂtoÂry nerd doesn’t thrill to Thomas EdiÂson speakÂing to us from beyond the grave in a 50th anniverÂsary repeat of his groundÂbreakÂing 1877 spoÂken word recordÂing of (those hopÂing for loftiÂer stuff should dial it down now) Mary Had a LitÂtle Lamb?
The origÂiÂnal repÂreÂsents the first time a recordÂed human voice was sucÂcessÂfulÂly capÂtured and played back. We live in hope that the fragÂile tinÂfoil sheet on which it was recordÂed will turn up in someone’s attic someÂday.
ApparÂentÂly EdiÂson got it in the can on the first take. The great invenÂtor latÂer remÂiÂnisced that he “was nevÂer so takÂen aback” in his life as when he first heard his own voice, issuÂing forth from the phonoÂgraph into which he’d so recentÂly shoutÂed the famous nursÂery rhyme:
EveryÂbody was astonÂished. I was always afraid of things that worked the first time.
His achieveÂment was a game changÂer, obviÂousÂly, but it wasÂn’t the first time human speech was sucÂcessÂfulÂly recordÂed, as Kings and Things clarÂiÂfies in the above video.
That honÂor goes to Édouard-LĂ©on Scott de MarÂtÂinville, whose phoÂnauÂtoÂgraph, patentÂed in 1857, tranÂscribed vocal sounds as wave forms etched onto lampÂblack-coatÂed paper, wood, or glass.
Edison’s plans for his invenÂtion hinged on its abilÂiÂty to reproÂduce sound in ways that would be familÂiar and of serÂvice to the lisÂtenÂing pubÂlic. A samÂpling:
LĂ©on ScotÂt’s vision for his phoÂnauÂtoÂgraph reflects his preÂocÂcuÂpaÂtion with the sciÂence of sound.
A proÂfesÂsionÂal typeÂsetÂter, with an interÂest in shortÂhand, he conÂceived of the phoÂnauÂtoÂgraph as an artiÂfiÂcial ear capaÂble of reproÂducÂing every hicÂcup and quirk of proÂnunÂciÂaÂtion far more faithÂfulÂly than a stenogÂraÂphÂer ever could. It was, in the words of audio hisÂtoÂriÂan Patrick FeastÂer, the “ultiÂmate speech-to-text machine.”
As he told NPR’s Talk of the Nation, LĂ©on Scott was driÂven to “get sounds down on paper where he could look at them and study them:”
…in terms of what we’re talkÂing about here visuÂalÂly, anyÂbody who’s ever used audio editÂing softÂware should have a pretÂty good idea of what we’re talkÂing about here, that kind of wavy line that you see on your screen that someÂhow corÂreÂsponds to a sound file that you’re workÂing with…He was hopÂing peoÂple would learn to read those squigÂgles and not just get the words out of them.
Although LĂ©on Scott manÂaged to sell a few phoÂnauÂtoÂgraphs to sciÂenÂtifÂic labÂoÂraÂtoÂries, the genÂerÂal pubÂlic took litÂtle note of his invenÂtion. He was pained by the globÂal acclaim that greetÂed Edison’s phonoÂgraph 21 years latÂer, fearÂing that his own name would be lost to hisÂtoÂry.
His fear was not unfoundÂed, though as Conan O’Brien, of all peoÂple, mused, “evenÂtuÂalÂly, all our graves go unatÂtendÂed.”
But LĂ©on Scott got a secÂond act, as did sevÂerÂal unidenÂtiÂfied long-dead humans whose voicÂes he had recordÂed, when Dr. FeastÂer and his First Sounds colÂleague David GioÂvanÂnoni conÂvertÂed some phoÂnauÂtoÂgrams to playable digÂiÂtal audio files using non-conÂtact optiÂcal-scanÂning techÂnolÂoÂgy from the Lawrence BerkeÂley NationÂal LabÂoÂraÂtoÂry.
Dr. FeastÂer describes the eerie expeÂriÂence of lisÂtenÂing to the cleaned-up spoÂken word tracks after a long night of tweakÂing file speeds, using LĂ©on ScotÂt’s phoÂnauÂtoÂgrams of tunÂing forks as his guide:
I’m a sound recordÂing hisÂtoÂriÂan, so hearÂing a voice from 100 years ago is no real surÂprise for me. But sitÂting there, I was just kind of stunned to be thinkÂing, now I’m sudÂdenÂly at last lisÂtenÂing to a perÂforÂmance of vocal music made in France before the AmerÂiÂcan CivÂil War. That was just a stunÂning thing, feelÂing like a ghost is tryÂing to sing to me through that staÂtÂic.
ScanÂning techÂnolÂoÂgy also allowed hisÂtoÂriÂans to creÂate playable digÂiÂtal files of fragÂile foil recordÂings made on EdiÂson devices, like the St. Louis TinÂfoil , made by writer and earÂly adopter Thomas Mason in the sumÂmer of 1878, as a way of showÂing off his new-fanÂgled phonoÂgraph, purÂchased for the whopÂping sum of $95.
The British Library’s TinÂfoil RecordÂing is thought to be the earÂliÂest in exisÂtence. It feaÂtures an as-yet unidenÂtiÂfied woman, who may or may not be quotÂing from social theÂoÂrist HarÂriÂet MarÂtineau… this garÂbled ghost is excepÂtionÂalÂly difÂfiÂcult to pin down.
Far easÂiÂer to deciÂpher are the 1889 recordÂings of PrussÂian Field MarÂshall HelÂmuth Von Multke, who was born in 1800, the last year of the 18th cenÂtuÂry, makÂing his the earÂliÂest-born recordÂed voice in audio hisÂtoÂry.
The nonaÂgeÂnarÂiÂan recites from HamÂlet and Faust, and conÂgratÂuÂlates EdiÂson on his astonÂishÂing invenÂtion:
This phonoÂgraph makes it posÂsiÂble for a man who has already long restÂed in the grave once again to raise his voice and greet the present.
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A Beer BotÂtle Gets Turned Into a 19th CenÂtuÂry EdiÂson CylinÂder and Plays Fine Music
400,000+ Sound RecordÂings Made Before 1923 Have Entered the PubÂlic Domain
– Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is the Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine and author, most recentÂly, of CreÂative, Not Famous: The Small PotaÂto ManÂiÂfesto and CreÂative, Not Famous ActivÂiÂty Book. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday.
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Even if you’ve nevÂer travÂeled the seas, you’ve sureÂly known at least a few rivers in your time. And though you must be conÂscious of the fact that all of those rivers run, ultiÂmateÂly, to the sea, you may not have spent much time conÂtemÂplatÂing it. Now, thanks to the work of mapÂmakÂer and data anaÂlyst Robert Szucs, you won’t be able to come upon at a rivÂer withÂout conÂsidÂerÂing the parÂticÂuÂlar sea into which it flows. He’s creÂatÂed what he calls “the first ever map of the world’s rivers dividÂed into ocean drainage basins,” which appears just above.

This world map “shows, in difÂferÂent colÂors, all the rivers that flow into the Atlantic, ArcÂtic, IndiÂan or PacifÂic oceans, plus endorheÂic rivÂer basins which nevÂer reach the coast, mostÂly due to dryÂing up in desert areas.”
Szucs has also broÂken it down into “a set of 43 maps in this style for difÂferÂent counÂtries, states and conÂtiÂnents,” all of them availÂable to downÂload (and to purÂchase as large-forÂmat posters) from his web site GrasshopÂper GeogÂraÂphy.

We preÂviÂousÂly feaÂtured Szucs here on Open CulÂture back in 2017, when he pubÂlished a rivÂer-and-stream-visuÂalÂizÂing map of the UnitÂed States made accordÂing to a simÂiÂlarÂly colÂorÂful and inforÂmaÂtive scheme. ExamÂinÂing that work of inforÂmaÂtion design gave me a richÂer conÂtext in which to imagÂine the rivers around which I grew up in WashÂingÂton State — the SamÂmamish, the SnoÂqualmie, the ColumÂbia — as well as a clearÂer sense of just how much the UnitÂed States’ largÂer, much more comÂplex waterÂway netÂwork must have conÂtributed to the develÂopÂment of the counÂtry as a whole.

Of course, havÂing lived the betÂter part of a decade in South Korea, I’ve lateÂly had less reaÂson to conÂsidÂer those parÂticÂuÂlar geoÂgraphÂiÂcal subÂjects. But Szucs’ new globÂal ocean drainage maps have brought relatÂed ones to mind: it will henceÂforth be a rare day when I ride a train across the Han RivÂer (one of the more subÂlime everyÂday sights Seoul has to offer) and don’t imagÂine it makÂing its way out to the PacifÂic — the very same PacifÂic that was the desÂtiÂnaÂtion of all those rivers of my west-coast AmerÂiÂcan youth. OceanÂiÂcalÂly speakÂing, even a move across the world doesÂn’t take you quite as far as it seems.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
A RadÂiÂcal Map Puts the Oceans — Not Land — at the CenÂter of PlanÂet Earth (1942)
Tour the AmaÂzon with Google Street View; No PassÂport NeedÂed
Based in Seoul, ColÂin Marshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂter Books on Cities, the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
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Shane MacÂGowan died yesÂterÂday, less than a month shy of his 66th birthÂday — and thus less than a month shy of ChristÂmas, which hapÂpened to be the same day. Though coinÂciÂdenÂtal, that assoÂciÂaÂtion has made perÂfect sense since 1987, when the Pogues, the Celtic punk band frontÂed by MacÂGowan, released “FairyÂtale of New York.” That duet between MacÂGowan and Kirsty MacÂColl (the stoÂry of whose proÂducÂtion we’ve preÂviÂousÂly feaÂtured here on Open CulÂture) still reigns supreme as the UnitÂed KingÂdom’s ChristÂmas song, and by now it tends also to make it onto more than a few holÂiÂday-seaÂson playlists in AmerÂiÂca and across the world.
GivÂen the popÂuÂlarÂiÂty of “FairyÂtale of New York,” many lisÂtenÂers know MacÂGowan for nothÂing else. But he was, in fact, a figÂure of conÂsidÂerÂable imporÂtance to the punk rock of the nineÂteen-eightÂies and nineties, to which he brought not just a thorÂoughÂly Irish senÂsiÂbilÂiÂty but also a strong sense of litÂerÂary craft.
Few well-known punk rockÂers could inhabÂit a place with a song in the way he could, or tap into the propÂer verÂnacÂuÂlar to inhabÂit a parÂticÂuÂlar charÂacÂter. (Even the words he gave MacÂColl to sing as a hard-bitÂten nineÂteen-forÂties woman of the streets have caused no end of strugÂgles with cenÂsors.) For this reaÂson, he had the respect of many anothÂer seriÂous songÂwriter: Nick Cave, for instance, with whom he recordÂed a covÂer of “What a WonÂderÂful World” in 1992.
DurÂing much of MacÂGowan’s lifeÂtime, his musiÂcal achieveÂments were at risk of being overÂshadÂowed by the harÂrowÂing facts of his life, includÂing his masÂsive, susÂtained conÂsumpÂtion of drugs and alcoÂhol and the variÂety of injuries and ailÂments it brought about. In 2015, British teleÂviÂsion even aired a speÂcial about the replaceÂment of his long-lost teeth — which, to judge by the Pogues’ perÂforÂmance of the folk song “The Irish Rover” with the DublinÂers above, were bareÂly hangÂing on even in the late eightÂies. But in a way, this disÂsolute appearÂance was an insepÂaÂraÂble part of a disÂtincÂtive artisÂtic spirÂit. Shane MacÂGowan was a rare thing in the world of punk rock (to say nothÂing of the world of hit ChristÂmas songs): not just an Irish litÂerÂary voice, but an Irish litÂerÂary charÂacÂter.
RelatÂed conÂtent:
James Joyce Plays the GuiÂtar (1915)
Stream a Playlist of 68 Punk Rock ChristÂmas Songs: The Ramones, The Damned, Bad ReliÂgion & More
Based in Seoul, ColÂin Marshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂter Books on Cities, the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
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Every piece of techÂnolÂoÂgy has a preceÂdent. Most have sevÂerÂal difÂferÂent types of preceÂdents. You’ve probÂaÂbly used (and may well own) an eBook readÂer, for instance, but what would have affordÂed you a selecÂtion of readÂing mateÂrÂiÂal two or three cenÂturies ago? If you were a Jacobean EngÂlishÂman of means, you might have used the kind of travÂelÂing library we feaÂtured in 2017, a handÂsome portable case cusÂtom-made for your books. (If you’re Tom StopÂpard in the 21st cenÂtuÂry, you still do.) If you were Napoleon, who seemed to love books as much as he loved milÂiÂtary powÂer — he didÂn’t just amass a vast colÂlecÂtion of them, but kept a perÂsonÂal librarÂiÂan to overÂsee it — you’d take it a big step furÂther.
“Many of Napoleon’s biogÂraÂphers have inciÂdenÂtalÂly menÂtioned that he […] used to carÂry about a cerÂtain numÂber of favorite books wherÂevÂer he went, whether travÂelÂing or campÂing,” says an 1885 SacraÂmenÂto DaiÂly Union artiÂcle postÂed by Austin Kleon, “but it is not genÂerÂalÂly known that he made sevÂerÂal plans for the conÂstrucÂtion of portable libraries which were to form part of his bagÂgage.” The piece’s main source, a LouÂvre librarÂiÂan who grew up as the son of one of Napoleon’s librarÂiÂans, recalls from his father’s stoÂries that “for a long time Napoleon used to carÂry about the books he required in sevÂerÂal boxÂes holdÂing about sixÂty volÂumes each,” each box first made of mahogany and latÂer of more solÂid leather-covÂered oak. “The inside was lined with green leather or velÂvet, and the books were bound in morocÂco,” an even softÂer leather most often used for bookÂbindÂing.
To use this earÂly travÂelÂing library, Napoleon had his attenÂdants conÂsult “a catÂaÂlogue for each case, with a corÂreÂspondÂing numÂber upon every volÂume, so that there was nevÂer a moment’s delay in pickÂing out any book that was wantÂed.” This worked well enough for a while, but evenÂtuÂalÂly “Napoleon found that many books which he wantÂed to conÂsult were not includÂed in the colÂlecÂtion,” for obviÂous reaÂsons of space. And so, on July 8, 1803, he sent his librarÂiÂan these orders:
The EmperÂor wishÂes you to form a travÂelÂing library of one thouÂsand volÂumes in small 12mo and printÂed in handÂsome type. It is his Majesty’s intenÂtion to have these works printÂed for his speÂcial use, and in order to econÂoÂmize space there is to be no marÂgin to them. They should conÂtain from five hunÂdred to six hunÂdred pages, and be bound in covÂers as flexÂiÂble as posÂsiÂble and with spring backs. There should be forty works on reliÂgion, forty draÂmatÂic works, forty volÂumes of epic and sixÂty of othÂer poetÂry, one hunÂdred novÂels and sixÂty volÂumes of hisÂtoÂry, the remainÂder being hisÂtorÂiÂcal memÂoirs of every periÂod.
In sum: not only did Napoleon posÂsess a travÂelÂing library, but when that travÂelÂing library proved too cumÂberÂsome for his many and varÂied litÂerÂary demands, he had a whole new set of not just portable book casÂes but even more portable books made for him. (You can see how they looked packed away in the image tweetÂed by Cork CounÂty Library above.) This preÂfigÂured in a highÂly anaÂlog manÂner the digÂiÂtal-age conÂcept of recreÂatÂing books in anothÂer forÂmat specifÂiÂcalÂly for comÂpactÂness and conÂveÂnience — the kind of comÂpactÂness and conÂveÂnience now increasÂingÂly availÂable to all of us today, and to a degree Napoleon nevÂer could have imagÂined, let alone demandÂed. It may be good to be the EmperÂor, but in many ways, it’s betÂter to be a readÂer in the 21st cenÂtuÂry.
Note: This post was origÂiÂnalÂly pubÂlished in 2017. GivÂen that Napoleon is back in the news, with the new RidÂley Scott film, we’re bringÂing it back.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
DisÂcovÂer the Jacobean TravÂelÂing Library: The 17th CenÂtuÂry PreÂcurÂsor to the KinÂdle
Based in Seoul, ColÂin MarÂshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities and culÂture. His projects include the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
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In the fall of 1998, pop music changed forÂevÂer — or at least it seems that way today, a quarÂter-cenÂtuÂry latÂer. The epochal event in quesÂtion was the release of Cher’s comeÂback hit “Believe,” of whose jaggedÂly fracÂtured vocal glisÂsanÂdo no lisÂtenÂer had heard the likes of before. “The glow-and-flutÂter of Cher’s voice at key points in the song announced its own techÂnoÂlogÂiÂcal artiÂfice,” writes critÂic Simon Reynolds at PitchÂfork, “a blend of posthuÂman perÂfecÂtion and angelÂic tranÂscenÂdence ideÂal for the vague reliÂgiosÂiÂty of the choÂrus.” As for how that effect had been achieved, only the tech-savviÂest stuÂdio proÂfesÂsionÂals would have susÂpectÂed a creÂative misÂuse of Auto-Tune, a popÂuÂlar digÂiÂtal audio proÂcessÂing tool brought to marÂket the year before.
As its name sugÂgests, Auto-Tune was designed to keep a musiÂcal perÂforÂmance in tune autoÂmatÂiÂcalÂly. This capaÂbilÂiÂty owes to the efforts of one Andy HildeÂbrand, a clasÂsiÂcal flute virÂtuÂoso turned oil-extracÂtion engiÂneer turned music-techÂnolÂoÂgy entreÂpreÂneur. EmployÂing the same mathÂeÂmatÂiÂcal acuÂmen he’d used to assist the likes of Exxon in deterÂminÂing the locaÂtion of prime drilling sites from processed sonar data, he figÂured out a vast simÂpliÂfiÂcaÂtion of the calÂcuÂlaÂtions theÂoÂretÂiÂcalÂly required for an algoÂrithm to put a real vocal recordÂing into a parÂticÂuÂlar key.
RapidÂly adoptÂed throughÂout the music indusÂtry, HildeÂbrand’s invenÂtion soon became a generÂic tradeÂmark, like Kleenex, Jell‑O, or Google. Even if a stuÂdio wasÂn’t using Auto-Tune, it was almost cerÂtainÂly auto-tunÂing, and with such subÂtleÂty that lisÂtenÂers nevÂer noticed.
The proÂducÂers of “Believe,” for their part, turned the subÂtleÂty (or, techÂniÂcalÂly, the “smoothÂness”) down to zero. In an attempt to keep that disÂcovÂery a secret, they claimed at first to have used a vocoder, a synÂtheÂsizÂer that conÂverts the human voice into manipÂuÂlaÂble anaÂlog or digÂiÂtal sigÂnals. Some would also have susÂpectÂed the even more venÂerÂaÂble talkÂbox, which had been made well-known in the sevÂenÂties and eightÂies by Earth, Wind & Fire, SteÂvie WonÂder, and Roger TroutÂman of Zapp. Though the “Cher effect,” as it was known for a time, could plauÂsiÂbly be regardÂed as an aesÂthetÂic descenÂdant of those devices, it had an entireÂly difÂferÂent techÂnoÂlogÂiÂcal basis. A few years after that basis became wideÂly underÂstood, conÂspicÂuÂous Auto-Tune became ubiqÂuiÂtous, not just in dance music but also in hip-hop, whose artists (not least RapÂpa Ternt SanÂga T‑Pain) used Auto-Tune to steer their genre straight into the curÂrents of mainÂstream pop, if not always to high critÂiÂcal acclaim.
Used as intendÂed, Auto-Tune conÂstiÂtutÂed a godÂsend for music proÂducÂers workÂing with any singer less freakÂishÂly skilled than, say, FredÂdie MerÂcury. ProÂducÂer-YoutuÂber Rick Beato admits as much in the video just above, though givÂen his clasÂsic rock- and jazz-oriÂentÂed tastes, it doesÂn’t come as a surÂprise also to hear him lament the techÂnolÂoÂgy’s overuse. But for those willÂing to take it to ever-furÂther extremes, Auto-Tune has givÂen rise to preÂviÂousÂly unimagÂined subÂgenÂres, bringÂing (as emphaÂsized in a recent Arte docÂuÂmenÂtary) the uniÂverÂsal lanÂguage of melody into the linÂguisÂtiÂcalÂly fragÂmentÂed areÂna of globÂal hip-hop. As a means of genÂerÂatÂing “digÂiÂtal soul, for digÂiÂtal beings, leadÂing digÂiÂtal lives,” in Reynolds’ words, Auto-Tune does reflect our time, for betÂter or for worse. Its detracÂtors can at least take some conÂsoÂlaÂtion in the fact that recent releasÂes have come with someÂthing called a “humanÂize knob.”
RelatÂed conÂtent:
The EvoÂluÂtion of Music: 40,000 Years of Music HisÂtoÂry CovÂered in 8 MinÂutes
How the YamaÂha DX7 DigÂiÂtal SynÂtheÂsizÂer Defined the Sound of 1980s Music
How ComÂputÂers Ruined Rock Music
BriÂan Eno on the Loss of HumanÂiÂty in ModÂern Music
Based in Seoul, ColÂin Marshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂter Books on Cities, the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
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Dance was as much a baked-in part of Prince’s allure, as his sugÂgesÂtive lyrics and masÂtery of mulÂtiÂple instruÂments.
The pubÂlic got its first taste of his affinÂiÂty for the form at a John Hay eleÂmenÂtary school talÂent show to which he conÂtributed a tap rouÂtine, and again at a James Brown conÂcert at the MinÂneapoÂlis Armory, when the 10-year-old briefly hopped onstage to mash potaÂto, an inciÂdent he recalled in a 1985 interÂview with MTV.
He received forÂmal trainÂing at the MinÂnesoÂta Dance TheÂatre, as a teenaged parÂticÂiÂpant in the city’s Urban Arts ProÂgram, and rehearsed obsesÂsiveÂly.
ChoreÂoÂgÂraÂphÂer Cat Glover, a freÂquent colÂlabÂoÂraÂtor, told Mpls. St. Paul MagÂaÂzine:
He would push himÂself to the limÂit all the time. He made it look easy, but everyÂthing that looked easy was three months’ rehearsal. It was nevÂer easy.
The above rehearsal footage from the sumÂmer of 1984 doesn’t show the sweat, but the choreÂogÂraÂphy is obviÂousÂly demandÂing. Prince leaps, squats, pirouÂettes, throws himÂself into James Brown splits, and exeÂcutes a flurÂry of preÂciÂsion dance moves — in wicked high heeled boots.
“He ruined his hips on those damn high heels he used to wear” accordÂing to MinÂneapoÂlis-area choreÂoÂgÂraÂphÂer, John ComÂmand, who worked with Prince and the cast of PurÂple Rain, for nearÂly a year before shootÂing began:
We would do BroadÂway stuff, Bob FosÂse, JerÂry RobÂbins who did West Side StoÂry. A lot of that is very difÂfiÂcult stuff and he loved it.
Glover recalled how Prince would visÂit dance clubs to check parÂtyÂgoÂers’ response to his music:
For one of his songs to get recordÂed it had to come with everyÂthing. If your feet aren’t tapÂping, if your feet aren’t bopÂping, it’s not good enough. If you can’t dance with music then it’s no good.
In 1989, when he opened his Glam Slam nightÂclub, he insistÂed on a resÂiÂdent dance troupe, and made them a priÂorÂiÂty. Its choreÂoÂgÂraÂphÂer, Kat CarÂroll rememÂbered how dancers were held to the same exactÂing stanÂdards Prince set for himÂself:
We worked very hard, and he treatÂed us very well and he paid us very well. But he also expectÂed us to be on top of things, just like his musiÂcians. We worked long hours, many times durÂing the week.
Prince kept up with the proÂfesÂsionÂal dance world, offerÂing to write a piece for Chicago’s JofÂfrey BalÂlet, and waivÂing his royÂalÂties when they perÂformed to it, a move that liftÂed the comÂpaÂny from finanÂcial disÂasÂter in the 90s and increased their audiÂence base.
He recruitÂed balÂleÂriÂna Misty Copeland to tour with him beginÂning in 2009, six years before she made hisÂtoÂry as the first Black prinÂciÂpal dancer in the AmerÂiÂcan BalÂlet TheÂater, anothÂer comÂpaÂny to which he donatÂed genÂerÂousÂly.
He was a fan of avant-garde choreÂoÂgÂraÂphÂer Moses PendleÂton, founder of MOMIX and co-founder of PiloboÂlus Dance TheÂater, but also the dance stylings of Paul “Pee-wee HerÂman” Reubens.
As Copeland remÂiÂnisced to GQ shortÂly after Prince’s death:
There was one Pee-wee HerÂman movie that he was obsessed with. It was silÂly, like him, and funÂny, and quirky—watching Pee-wee HerÂman dance he just thought was the funÂniÂest thing.
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For those wonÂderÂing about the soundÂtrack to the rehearsal footage at the top of the page, it’s Prince’s origÂiÂnal stuÂdio verÂsion of “NothÂing ComÂpares 2 U” recordÂed in that same room, that same sumÂmer. Six years latÂer, Sinead O’Connor’s covÂer became a globÂal hit.
RelatÂed ConÂtent
Hear a 19-Year-Old Prince CrushÂing It on Every InstruÂment in an EarÂly Jam SesÂsion (1977)
Prince’s First TeleÂviÂsion InterÂview (1985)
Read Prince’s First InterÂview, PrintÂed in His High School NewsÂpaÂper (1976)
- Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is the Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine and author, most recentÂly, of CreÂative, Not Famous: The Small PotaÂto ManÂiÂfesto. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday.
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When it comes to maps, your first hit is always free. For you, maybe it was a MerÂcaÂtor proÂjecÂtion of the world hung on the wall of an eleÂmenÂtary-school classÂroom; maybe it was a road atlas in the glove box of your parÂents’ car. For Neil SunÂderÂland, the earÂliÂest carÂtoÂgraphÂic high seems to have come in childÂhood, from a humÂble map of LanÂcashire. When he found sucÂcess in finance, his addicÂtion grew in proÂporÂtion to his means, and today his mulÂti-milÂlion-dolÂlar map colÂlecÂtion includes the work of renowned sixÂteenth-cenÂtuÂry artists like Albrecht DĂĽrÂer, Hans HolÂbein, and GioÂvanÂni CimerÂliÂno, who in 1566 depictÂed the known world in the shape of a heart.

CimerÂliÂno’s cordiÂform Earth (botÂtom) is just one of the 130 hisÂtoric “world maps, celesÂtial maps, atlases, books of knowlÂedge and globes” now availÂable for your perusal at Oculi MunÂdi, an elabÂoÂrate web site with the digÂiÂtized holdÂings of the SunÂderÂland ColÂlecÂtion. “A platÂform to explore high-resÂoÂluÂtion images of these beauÂtiÂful objects, to peek inside the books, and to disÂcovÂer inforÂmaÂtion and stoÂries,” it offers both a chronoÂlogÂiÂcalÂly ordered “research” mode and a more free-form “explore” mode for browsÂing.
Either way, with its oldÂest artiÂfact datÂing to the earÂly thirÂteenth cenÂtuÂry and its newest to the earÂly nineÂteenth, it conÂtains a great swath of carÂtoÂgraphÂic hisÂtoÂry to behold.

The New York Times’ Susanne Fowler quotes SunÂderÂland’s daughÂter Helen SunÂderÂland-Cohen, who overÂsees the Oculi MunÂdi project, describÂing a parÂticÂuÂlarÂly venÂerÂaÂble atlas by fifÂteenth-cenÂtuÂry humanÂist scholÂar Francesco Berlinghieri as “one of the earÂliÂest uses of copÂper plate, in atlases and in print. You can see how fineÂly engraved the lines are, and how they’re learnÂing to use copÂper plate.” All art may be insepÂaÂraÂble from the state of techÂnolÂoÂgy of its time, but maps — the makÂers of which have always been driÂven to visuÂalÂize and orgaÂnize as much knowlÂedge of the world as posÂsiÂble — reflect it with a speÂcial clarÂiÂty.

ExplorÂing the SunÂderÂland ColÂlecÂtion through Oculi MunÂdi, you can also trace changes in what sort of knowlÂedge belongs on maps in the first place. SunÂderÂland-Cohen names as a perÂsonÂal favorite the “RudiÂmenÂtum NoviÂtioÂrum” from 1475 (above), “an illusÂtratÂed chronÂiÂcle in Latin used by monks as a teachÂing aid for novices.” Besides maps, it includes “BibÂliÂcal hisÂtoÂry that is illusÂtratÂed with lots of wonÂderÂful woodÂblock drawÂings, and everybody’s wearÂing clothÂing of the day, and in the housÂes of the day”; the conÂnoisÂseur will notice techÂniques importÂed from illuÂmiÂnatÂed manÂuÂscripts. As for what such a work costs today, well, if you have to ask, you’re not fulÂly hooked on maps yet. Enter Oculi MunÂdi here.

RelatÂed conÂtent:
40,000 EarÂly ModÂern Maps Are Now Freely AvailÂable Online (CourÂtesy of the British Library)
DownÂload 91,000 HisÂtoric Maps from the MasÂsive David RumÂsey Map ColÂlecÂtion
Based in Seoul, ColÂin Marshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities, lanÂguage, and culÂture. His projects include the SubÂstack newsletÂter Books on Cities, the book The StateÂless City: a Walk through 21st-CenÂtuÂry Los AngeÂles and the video series The City in CinÂeÂma. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
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As Lisa SimpÂson once memÂoÂrably remarked, “I can see the music.”
PretÂty much anyÂone can these days.
Just switch on your device’s audio visuÂalÂizÂer.
That wasn’t the case in the 1940s, when psyÂcholÂoÂgist Cecil A. Stokes used chemÂistry and polarÂized light to invent soothÂing abstract music videos, a sort of cinÂeÂmatÂic synesÂtheÂsia experÂiÂment such as can be seen above, in his only known surÂvivÂing AuroÂraÂtone.
(The name was sugÂgestÂed by Stokes’ acquainÂtance, geolÂoÂgist, ArcÂtic explorÂer and Catholic priest, Bernard R. HubÂbard, who found the result remÂiÂnisÂcent of the AuroÂra BoreÂalis.)
The tripÂpy visuÂals may strike you as a bit of an odd fit with Bing CrosÂby’s covÂer of the senÂtiÂmenÂtal crowdÂpleasÂer “Oh Promise Me,” but trauÂmaÂtized WWII vets felt difÂferÂentÂly.
Army psyÂcholÂoÂgists HerÂbert E. Rubin and Elias Katz’s research showed that AuroÂraÂtone films had a therÂaÂpeuÂtic effect on their patients, includÂing deep relaxÂation and emoÂtionÂal release.
The music sureÂly conÂtributed to this posÂiÂtive outÂcome. OthÂer AuroÂraÂtone films feaÂtured “MoonÂlight Sonata,” “Clair de Lune,” and an organ solo of “I Dream of JeanÂnie with the Light Brown Hair.”
Drs. Rubin and Katz reportÂed that patients reliÂably wept durÂing AuroÂraÂtones set to “The Lost Chord,” “Ave Maria,” and “Home on the Range” — anothÂer CrosÂby numÂber.
In fact, CrosÂby, always a chamÂpiÂon of techÂnolÂoÂgy, conÂtributed recordÂings for a full third of the fifÂteen known AuroÂraÂtones free of charge and footÂed the bill for overÂseas shipÂping so the films could be shown to solÂdiers on active duty and medÂical leave.

Technophile CrosÂby was well posiÂtioned to underÂstand Stokes’ patentÂed process and appaÂraÂtus for proÂducÂing musiÂcal rhythm in colÂor — aka AuroÂraÂtones — but those of us with a shakiÂer grasp of STEM will appreÂciÂate light artist John Sonderegger’s explaÂnaÂtion of the process, as quotÂed in filmÂmakÂer and media conÂserÂvaÂtor WalÂter ForsÂberg’s hisÂtoÂry of AuroÂraÂtones for INCITE JourÂnal of ExperÂiÂmenÂtal Media:
[Stokes’] proÂceÂdure was to cut a tape recordÂed melody into short segÂments and splice the resultÂing pieces into tape loops. The audio sigÂnal from the first loop was sent to a radio transÂmitÂter. The radio waves from the radio transÂmitÂter were conÂfined to a tube and focused up through a glass slide on which he had placed a chemÂiÂcal mixÂture. The radio waves would interÂact with the soluÂtion and trigÂger the forÂmaÂtion of the crysÂtals. In this way each slide would develÂop a shape interÂpreÂtive of the loop of music it had been exposed to. Each loop, in sequence, would be conÂvertÂed to a slide. EvenÂtuÂalÂly a set of slides would be comÂpletÂed that was the natÂurÂal interÂpreÂtaÂtion of the comÂplete musiÂcal melody.
Vets sufÂferÂing from PTSD were not the only ones to embrace these unlikeÂly experÂiÂmenÂtal films.
Patients diagÂnosed with othÂer menÂtal disÂorÂders, youthÂful offendÂers, indiÂvidÂuÂals plagued by chronÂic migraines, and develÂopÂmenÂtalÂly delayed eleÂmenÂtary schoolÂers also benÂeÂfitÂed from AuroÂraÂtones’ soothÂing effects.
The genÂerÂal pubÂlic got a taste of the films in departÂment store screenÂings hyped as “the nearÂest thing to the AuroÂra BoreÂalis ever shown”, where the soporifÂic effect of the colÂor patÂterns were toutÂed as havÂing been creÂatÂed “by MOTHER NATURE HERSELF.”
AuroÂraÂtones were also shown in church by canÂny ChrisÂtÂian leadÂers eager to deploy any bells and whisÂtles that might hold a modÂern flock’s attenÂtion.
The GuggenÂheim MuseÂum’s brass was vastÂly less impressed by the AuroÂraÂtone FounÂdaÂtion of America’s attempts to enlist their supÂport for this “new techÂnique using non-objecÂtive art and musiÂcal comÂpoÂsiÂtions as a means of stimÂuÂlatÂing the human emoÂtions in a manÂner so as to be of valÂue to neuÂro-psyÂchiÂaÂtrists and psyÂcholÂoÂgists, as well as to teachÂers and stuÂdents of both objecÂtive and non-objecÂtive art.”
Co-founder Hilla Rebay, an abstract artist herÂself, wrote a letÂter in which she advised Stokes to “learn what is decÂoÂraÂtion, acciÂdent, intelÂlecÂtuÂal conÂfuÂsion, patÂtern, symÂmeÂtry… in art there is conÂceived law only –nevÂer an acciÂdent.”
A plan for proÂjectÂing AuroÂraÂtones in materÂniÂty wards to “do away with the pains of child-birth” appears to have been a simÂiÂlar non-starter.
While only one AuroÂraÂtone is known to have surÂvived — and its disÂcovÂery by Robert Martens, curaÂtor of Grandpa’s PicÂture ParÂty, is a fasÂciÂnatÂing tale unto itself — you can try cobÂbling togethÂer a 21st-cenÂtuÂry DIY approxÂiÂmaÂtion by plugÂging any of the below tunes into your preÂferred music playÂing softÂware and turnÂing on the visuÂalÂizÂer:

via Boing Boing / INCITE
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How the 1968 PsyÂcheÂdelÂic Film Head Destroyed the MonÂkees & Became a Cult ClasÂsic
The PsyÂcheÂdelÂic AniÂmatÂed Video for Kraftwerk’s “AutoÂbahn” (1979)
– Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is the Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine and author, most recentÂly, of CreÂative, Not Famous: The Small PotaÂto ManÂiÂfesto and CreÂative, Not Famous ActivÂiÂty Book. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday.
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