![]() ![]() String bands playing in beer halls, singers testifying in backwoods churches, couples dancing, women hoisting beers with wide grins - these photos serve as a sort of roots slideshow, documenting feverish Saturday nights and Sunday mornings like faded prophesies of what was soon to come. ![]() Though many of these photos predate rock and roll’s birth in a chronological sense, they exhibit the spirit which fueled its eventual explosion. I think about these things flipping through the pages of Dust-to-Digital’s The Birth of Rock and Roll: Photographs from the Collection of Jim Linderman, a collection of photos spanning the first half of the 20th century, compiled by Michigan-based blogger, Jim Linderman, culled from thrift shops, swap meets, garage sales, and exhaustive eBay searches. They are reminders that music provides context that sounds can serve as tools for decoding, memorializing, and documenting our moments. Taken on their own, they’re valueless things, but beyond that, there’s significance. It seems their natural place, sandwiched in the gatefolds, tucked behind paper sleeves. In most cases, I’ve kept each these artifacts with the record I found them in. ![]() ![]() One of my favorite things about collecting old records is the ephemera.ĭried and pressed flowers, photos, newspaper clips, love letters, stems. ![]()
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