After a rest of a couple of years, I got back in touch with a part of my cassette collection. To my surprise I discovered some master tapes, I had forgotten about.
They had spoken word parts on it, older testimonies, strange musical segments. I could clearly envision the time, when I made these recordings. I recognized voices of friends; I also remembered why the year 1999 was of such significance.
A neutral listener will hear a different story. None of the exact information will give insights. What remains of those recordings is a sense of listening to, somehow eavesdropping on a moment in somebody’s life.
The other me which I heard on these recordings was at a long distance of the me, that I am at this moment. I realize, that time has blocked many ways that are leading back to the recordings. What I hear, is no longer accessible in life. The two pieces are like found tapes, simply because the other me is almost a stranger.
I could have released the tape as a conceptual work of art. I could have faked the found tape idea, or fuck it. I decided to fuck it.
Done Before/L’Histoire d’un Pomme de Terre is a C60 tape, dubbed from a Sony Walkman WM-D6C on a Marantz CP430. I wrote the information with a typewriter on paper, that had been stored for years and years. The tape comes with an adhesive strip, that you have to remove before playing. This act is the last part of the art work process.
You can get the tape at the staalplaat shop or at one of my concerts. Price 6.50 plus shipping.