Table of the Elements

Susan Archie Remembers t0ny by Table of the Elements

Susan Archie, Tony Conrad
Nashville, 2006

 

Writes Susan Archie:

Tony Conrad and me. Nashville. 2006. I loved this guy and it makes me sadder than David Bowie did. I didn't know him well but worked with him and Jeff Hunt about 10 years. When we would meet up he was always so much fun. I was driving him home (toAndy Ditzler's house) after a show and I told him I had just finished a cd for Paul Anka. It was sublime pie because I had just worked on a cd for Tony, "Thuunderboy," in which his 3 yr old son scratches and loops 45s on his toy turntable. One of the hits was Puppy Love sung by Donnie Osmond, written by Paul Anka.

“You don’t know who I am,” Mr. Conrad told The Guardian in what may have been his last interview, “but somehow, indirectly, you’ve been affected by things I did.”

NEWS: Table of the Elements + End of an Ear by Table of the Elements

News: We're pleased to announce that Austin's lauded End of an Ear is the exclusive retailer for titles from the Table of the Elements archive. As of this writing, they're stocking sealed, out-of-print material by artists including Oren Ambarchi, John Cale, Rhys Chatham, Tony Conrad, Jonathan Kane, Stephen O'Malley, Jon Mueller, Neptune, Zeena Parkins, Melissa St. Pierre, Lee Ranaldo and more. Owner Dan Plunkett has been a stalwart supporter of the label since its early '90s inception, and End of an Ear is a world-class shop with an impeccably assembled collection of vinyl, cassettes and CDs, as well as an astounding selection of vintage stereo gear. Whether you're a local Austinite or a visitor for SxSW, swing by and support brick-and-mortar durability and discerning commitment. Cheers!

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Silver Ball (Light and Color, Mostly) by Table of the Elements

"Kelley is an avatar of the power and humanity inherent in recognizing the radical impurity of human experience. His art searches out dark and soiled places where defects, fault lines and inadequacies are obvious and routine, and where failure takes on the poignant, fragile, even heartbreaking beauty that accompanies any loss of self."
 Christopher Knight, Los Angeles Times
 
"In a three-decade career, cut off abruptly by his suicide, at 57, last year, Kelley did it all, in terms of genre: performance, painting, drawing, printmaking, sculpture, video, installation, sound art and writing. And he wove together — twisted together — all of that into what amounted to a single conceptual project based on recurrent themes: social class, popular culture, black humor, anti-formalist rigor and, though rarely acknowledged, a moral sense, unshakably skeptical, that ran through everything like a spine."
Holland Carter, New York Times

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The Music Is Free, But You Have to Pay for the Plastic, Paper, Ink, Glue and Stamps by Jeff Hunt

"The Los Angeles Free Music Society didn’t just fly beneath the cultural radar in the 1970s: It roared beneath it, as low to the ground as it could possibly get, screaming and shrieking like a nitro-swilling, flame-belching, drag-racing funny car. And maybe that bit of era-specific, Southern California imagery is apt. These guys weren’t like other collectives in 1973, spouting polemics or Jesus Freakin’ and living off the land. They were running amok through the concrete fields of Los Angeles, just plain Freakin’...."

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Jesus was a Capricorn by Jeff Hunt

"Who was the first hippie, exactly? An argument can be made that the whole peace-and-love vibe traces back to the nineteenth century and Romanticism. Faced with the tumult of the Industrial Revolution (the inevitable end result of the Age of Enlightenment), artists, musicians, and authors began dreaming of pastoral landscapes and personal idylls, in which individual heroics became transformative gestures. Getting back to nature and dropping out of society wasn’t some abrupt worldwide Zeitgeist that erupted in 1967: Lord Byron could easily be categorized as a hippie. For that matter, one could add to the list Percy Shelly, Henry David Thoreau, and Ralph Waldo Emerson. Walt Whitman was a complete hippie, for sure. But why stop there? There’s certainly one obvious candidate for Original Hippie. Maybe some of you indie-rockers have heard of the New Testament. You know, it’s in a book, called the Bible...."

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"GUITAR TRIO IS MY LIFE!" by Jeff Hunt

"Sound goes low, deep to the core of the Earth. It goes high, too: higher than we can tolerate, then higher than we can hear, then higher than any living creature can hear. It goes higher and higher and higher still, until it rains down as sunlight and collects in pools as all the colors of the spectrum. Feel lucky? Reach out and grab just enough to make a single chord. Who knows? It might even be enough for a song."

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Daguerreotypes of the Living Dead by Jeff Hunt

The wildly versatile multi-media artist Bradly Brown defies expectations, and he does so in perverse, science-fictitious splendor. I’m biased, as he’s not only my creative collaborator but my friend, but this gaunt Texan has the real goods at the farthest flung trading posts: expertly crafted wampum that cloaks value in vivid, secretive layers. His intuitive design skills alone merit high praise; in an era in which graphic artists often succumb to Novocaine levels of digital numbness, Bradly’s work pounces out of two-dimensional confines. If you have a deft sensibility, you can see it breathe and pulsate. Spirits of silver nitrate float; dead voices carry; bestial dystopia beckons.

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Astride a Sound by Jeff Hunt

"Paul Duncan hails from the edge of the Piney Woods region of East Texas, where that state begins its lazy, humid segue into Louisiana. He lives in the sub- and pan-cultural particle accelerator that is New York City. And as a singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, he is one of the most versatile and forward-thinking talents you're likely to encounter."

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Not Everything That Rises Must Also Converge by Jeff Hunt

“A lot of new music boasts of a good time, but it ends up being the same caffeinated sugar water in a fancy plastic bottle, completely lacking in nutrients, life, and anything that’s good for you. Peg Simone’s new music begins from pure places like poetry, the spoken word, the human breath, feedback, the mystical side of folk and blues, and the effect is icy water coming off the mountain, tasting of soil, rock and organic matter; you want to drink it and let it drip down your neck.”
Black Francis (The Pixies)

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