Experience Jocko Weyland’s Analog Cacophony
Published October 11, 2013
Peoples of San Francisco: Friday evening Jocko Weyland, long-time rambler of the East and VICE contributor, is having an art opening at Ever Gold gallery. When you travel as extensively and as low budget-y as Jocko has over the past couple of decades the music you bring with you can become one of your most prized posessions—a sense of familiarity when everything else is changing. Over the years, Jocko has put more than 80 hours of tunes onto nearly 200 cassette tapes. Beginning at tonight’s show, Crackle, Hiss, and Scrawl, his collection will be played continuously on a 15-year-old boom box, and the artwork from the cassettes, some of which Jocko made himself, will be displayed on the gallery walls. The exhibition will be up until November 15.
Here’s what the gallery had to say about it:
“An audio barrage of mixes, compilations, one band or one album exclusives, recorded onto Memorex, TDK, Scotch, Maxell and BASF 60 and 90 minute tapes off of phonograph records, playing continuously in no particular order on a fifteen year-old auto-reversing Sony boom box. Leaning towards an era-specific (i.e. they were made shortly after the original records came out) documentation based on a catholic definition of “punk,” from Amebix to the Zero Boys to the Birthday Party and X-Mal Deutschland, this surround sound experience also features mainstream inclusions such as Black Sabbath and The Who, with not-infrequent forays into the outer limits represented by the likes of Aisha Kandisha’s Jarring Effects, Test Dept., and Charles Ives. Alternatively abrasive and soothing, some still radical after all these years, some embarrassing curiosities, a non-stop, unadulterated wall of sound. Visually, for the eyes while the ears soak it all in, every handmade and store bought cover of the approximately 200 cassettes “made” or acquired from roughly 1980 to 2005. These ‘3-panel’ 4×4” tape case inserts with their attendant folded lyric sheets and pleated pieces of paper listing bands and song titles will be arrayed on the walls of the gallery. Altogether, a riot of decorated and stickered card stock, resplendent with cursive, printed, typed, and drawn script, adding up to a now-historical semi-hieroglyphic index to the magnetically chronicled cacophony.”