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I have too much power.
“Actors are agents of change. A film, a piece of theater, a piece of music, or a book can make a difference. It can change the world.”
RIP Alan Rickman: February 21, 1946- January 14, 2016
Meet the Man Who Owns 1,373 Copies of the Beatles’ ‘White Album’
To see more from Rutherford’s “White Album” collection, check out @webuywhitealbums on Instagram. For more music stories, head to @music.
The Beatles self-titled 1968 record, known affectionately as the “White Album,” is their most idiosyncratic. It had a mix of everything — the Cold War, a backwoods raccoon, drugs, whatever the hell “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” meant. Fittingly, its cover, a piece of white cardboard designed by Richard Hamilton, was just as interpretive. People would write love letters on it, put their addresses on it, paint it. Eventually the art would begin to age, and develop a dull gray ring on the outside, molded after the shape of the wax.
“The cover, being entirely white, it picked up all kinds of stains and drawings,” New York-based artist Rutherford Chang (@webuywhitealbums) tells @music. “That’s when I realized all of them would be unique objects. And that’s when I started collecting them with the purpose of getting as many as possible.”
Today Rutherford owns 1,373 copies (and counting) of the “White Album.” What first began as a mild fascination, picking up a copy here and there on eBay, soon turned into a full-fledged art project.
“I had an aim to make something with it,” he says. “I didn’t know exactly what, but I knew it was interesting material. And I just kept going.
The project eventually turned into an exhibit — a record store set up in SoHo called We Buy White Albums. It looked exactly like your typical record store, except instead of selling music, Rutherford was there to buy more first editions to add to his collection. His own copies were also on display, each arranged by serial number.
In an added twist, Rutherford created a one-of-a-kind soundtrack for the event’s duration: one long track made up of every single copy of the “White Album” he owned playing at the exact same time. He did that with the covers too, superimposing each one on top of each other then printing out the results.
“When you layer 100 different tracks, they’ll start together, but they’ll actually change over the course of each set,” he says. “So it’ll start sounding like just a f—ed up Beatles record. And it’ll just gradually drift into like a noise, like totally psychedelic.”
Rutherford’s next move is to take the “White Album” exhibit on the road to Europe — and, in the meantime, look for more copies. The lowest numbered (aka the oldest) version he owns right now is 0003067 — though he’s been offered lowered, but declined due to the expensive price tag. That probably means that number 0000001, which previously belonged to Ringo Starr (he sold it this past December for $790,000 at auction), is off-limits. No matter. Rutherford may not end up with all 3 million of them, but that won’t stop him from collecting what he can.
“I mean I don’t think it would work as well with any other album,” he says. “It’s the ultimate record to collect.”
—Instagram @music
The Signs As Common Fears
Love: Aries, Leo, Virgo
The Dark: Libra, Capricorn, Pisces
Heights: Taurus, Scorpio, Aquarius
Being Alone: Gemini, Cancer, Sagittarius
The Signs as Witchy Aesthetics
Aries casual spirituality, pendulum questions, humming, long walks, the crescent moon, and the smell of lavender
Taurus small covens, pendants, herb mixes, pennies for good luck, a simple altar, and the smell of chamomile
Gemini a disorganized altar, cheap incense, a hoard of small crystals, dim lighting, electric tea lights, and the smell of vanilla
Cancer mirrors, ouija boards, tarot cards, gifts received, sigils, and the smell of peppermint
Leo everyday divination, self-love spells, seashells, cleansing, sunset, and the smell of basil
Virgo devotion and offerings, an organized altar, candlelight, late-night spells, gems, and the smell of roses
Libra glamour spells, hidden altars, candles, saltwater, the new moon, and the smell of the ocean
Scorpio bonfires, herbal baths, glow in the dark stars, quartz points, smoke, and the smell of cedar
Sagittarius animal skulls, antique tools, the winter solstice, tea, sunrise, and the smell of lotus
Capricorn constellations, amethyst, spirits, astral travel, hexes, and the smell of jasmine
Aquarius an overflowing grimoire, small offerings, the full moon, vervain, simple spells, and the smell of amber
Pisces an altar in every room, meditation, jade, eclipses, energy work, and the smell of frankincense
What The Signs Need Right Now
Aries: No School
Taurus: No School
Gemini: No School
Cancer: No School
Leo: No School
Virgo: No School
Libra: No School
Scorpio: No School
Sagittarius: No School
Capricorn: No School
Aquarius: No School
Pisces: No School
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“There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavour Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizzbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Ron had mentioned; along yet another wall were ‘Special Effects’ sweets: Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-coloured bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps (‘breathe fire for your friends!’), Ice Mice (‘hear your teeth chatter and squeak!’), peppermint creams shaped like toads (‘hop realistically in the stomach!’) , fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons.”
sometimes i hear songs i liked in middle school and i’m like…. how did i possibly relate to this as a 12 year old. who was hurting me so bad that secondhand serenade made sense to me
Oh simple thing, where have you gone. I’m getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you’re gonna let me in. I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. more here
10, 25, even 50 years from now, I hope it’s you. I hope it’s you I own my first apartment with and I hope it’s you I come home to after a long day of classes and I hope it’s you I wake up to each and every morning and I hope it’s you I shower with at noon on Sundays and I hope it’s you I take care of when you don’t feel well and I hope it’s you I get to look at one day and say, ‘I do’ and I hope it’s you I move into a real home with and I hope it’s you I have a family with and I hope it’s you I raise my children with and I hope it’s you I look at at the end of every day and kiss and fall asleep with and think, ‘I love you’ and I hope it’s you I’m with when I take my very last breathe. Good God, I hope it’s you.
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The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing
I know I’ve reblogged this before but it’s so important.
Fuck, this is amazing.
Forever reblog