THE PROUST CURE


“Bayonne, Bayonne, the perfect city: riverain, aerated with sonorous suburbs (Mouserolles, Marrac, Lachepaillet, Beyris), yet immured, fictive: Proust, Balzac, Plassans. Primordial image-hoard of childhood: the province-as-spectacle, History-as-odor, the bourgeoisie-as-discourse” 
– Roland Barthes by Roland Barthes, 1977.

The rationale for the procedure emerges from a three-year absence of the sense of smell. The subject’s sense of taste has also been diminished to a base differentiation between the five chemical sensations of sweet, salty, sour, bitter and “umami” or savory. All other flavours being inaccessible, food often seems to lack evocative connotation, to be bland or tasteless. The trial procedure will progress as follows:

1. Beginning on the afternoon of the third anniversary of the onset of the subject’s anosmia, each day a therapeutic quantity of Linden tea (aka lime blossom tea) will be brewed  in a teapot with the capacity of approximately three standard cups. Five minutes will elapse between steeping and proceeding to drink the Linden tea as per the manufacturer’s label, which will be used to clear and calm the senses from the day’s events and concentrate consciously on engaging the missing senses, in particular the sense of smell, through both sensory immediacy and memory. 


The subject, in proceeding to drink the entirety of the tea as a dosage, will proceed unhurriedly, engaging consciously with the missing senses, while simultaneously reading Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time (1913), in the 2003 Penguin classics paperback edition. Echoes and resonances of the senses of smell and taste and their relation to memory within the text should be consciously sought out and noted. The section of the text arrived at when finishing the third cup of tea will be further noted with the time and the date, and the book put aside. 

2. The above procedure will continue every day, as is feasible, until either:

a) the patient’s long-Covid anosmia is cured and the sense of smell returns 

b) the end of the novel is reached 

In the event of b), the procedure will move to the second stage, as follows:

The preparation of Linden tea will continue as in the first stage. All relevant slow, sensory and imaginative engagement with the tea and the echoes within Proust’s text should also continue. However, instead of reading for the duration of the tea dose, there will instead be an according shift to writing for the duration, via a work (loosely of poetry) being composed. This work should focus an open question toward the notes made in the first stage, including incorporating references to smell in Proust’s novel that have been notated, but should also shift this accumulated emphasis to the patient’s own thematic meditations on involuntary memory, remembered smells, sensory engagement with the material world, childhood etc. 

Sally Ann McIntyre, 29 November 2025. 



DAY 1 

date: 29 November 2025 

time: 4:30-5:09pm 

page range: Book 1, pp. 7-21

olfactory notes: 

“I had been mentally poisoned by the unfamiliar odour of the vetiver,…” [p. 12]

“…in a little room that smelled of orris-root and that was also perfumed by a wild blackcurrant bush…” [p. 16]

DAY 2

date: 30 November 2025

time: 6:54-7:42pm 

page range: Book 1, pp. 22-45

olfactory notes:

“to that first Swann abounding in leisure, fragrant with the smell of the tall chestnut tree, the baskets of raspberries and a sprig of tarragon.” [p. 23]

“That detested staircase which I always entered with such gloom exhaled an odour of varnish that had in some sense absorbed, fixated, the particular sort of sorrow I felt every evening and made it perhaps even crueller to my sensibility because, when it took that olfactory form, my intelligence could no longer share in it (…) my sorrow at going up to my room entered me in a manner infinitely swifter, almost instantaneous, at once insidious and abrupt, through the inhalation – far more toxic than the intellectual penetration – of the smell of varnish peculiar to that staircase.” [p. 31]  





radio cegeste performance for 'Songs about Structure,' Gertrude Contemporary, 4 October 2025

radio cegeste performed on Saturday 4 October 2025, in 'Songs About Structure,' an afternoon of performances exploring the circulation of sound in bureaucratic environments.

This was the final public programme for Bureaucracy of Feelings, curated by Diego Ramírez for Gertrude Contemporary's 40 year anniversary celebrations. 

In experimental transmission art vein the set was a relational, flawed and fluid exploration of various recent and ongoing preoccupations: legacies of lost artist run spaces from other times and places presented as a sound library of 'silent' ambient atmospheres, anti- stereophonic reception of transmissions through room-sized small scale micro radio to scattered mobile receivers distributed around the gallery/audience to encourage small pockets of intimate listening, shortwave ham-radio amateur distance coding (origin: an op-shop found notebook from the 1940s) reimagined through vocalisation as notation and sound poetry, and clockwork music failing to translate the missing songs of data deficient birds through use of programmable punchcards (this time a theme filtered through live 1870s Autophone, as well as recorded mechanical music box). This gig was also the first public outing of an original stroh violin, a rare and beautiful creature and new comrade recently integrated into the radio cegeste media archaeological menagerie, which I am slowly getting to know and integrating into my repertoire.

I was on the bill with the incredible work of Ari Angkasa, harnessing a striking conceptual-material set of reference points including an extended critical interrogation of the Karaoke mic as intimate expressive reverberant space, and Jon Campbell's songs drifting by like ghosts caught on the wind, as though overheard on an AM radio out a car window on a warm day in early summer in 1987, occasionally soundtracking catalogue essays reimagined as sound poetry. A fittingly eclectic, if perhaps surprisingly coherent mix. 

Thanks to Diego for inviting me, and to Machiko Abe for these wonderful documentation images.


















ARTIST RESIDENCY AT MESS (MELBOURNE ELECTRONIC SOUND STUDIO) - APRIL-JUNE 2025

  






Since late April I've been working on a research-related residency at MESS (Melbourne Electronic Sound Studio). There's a wealth of electronic audio history secreted away in their bunker-like current alleyway studio, part of the Meatmarkets historic building repurposed into a multifaceted arts and cultural precinct. They're just  about to move to a more public and centralised location, so I consider myself lucky to be one of the last resident artists in the North Melbourne space, alongside fellow audio explorer, Sachin de Silva. 

The MESS residencies are extremely generous slots whose primary focus is on giving artists access to the extensive collections and developmental time and space to incorporate these into their wider practice. I've been spending most of my time focusing on a completely unique early 20th Century instrument that relates to radio art histories, the 1933-34 Theremin prototype (pictured in my artist photo here), with some additional time spent with contemporary interpretations of the 1928 ondes Martenot, the Ondes Musicales and the Therevox.

It's not an outcome-related residency. but there's a performance, framed as a "reveal," to show what the artists have been working on at the culmination of each residency, which in my and Sachin's case is on the 26th June, at Miscellania. For this session, I'll be introducing a film collaboration with Campbell Walker that includes a composition for ondes and Theremin and shows visual material from the accompanying studio sessions, primarily we've done this as a way for me to virtually transport a historically significant instrument that can't be transported from the studio where it is in safekeeping, or played live. It will itself provide a document of the practice-led-research aspects of the residency. Here are some stills Campbell's been taking in the studio as part of that process, plus the little promo trailer we did (with raw audio of one of the sessions):



 







I wrote some responses to a set of interview questions as part of the residency that explains more: 

Sally Ann McIntyre MESS Interview

How did you first get involved with synths and electronic sound?

Well it’s an interesting question, because when I first started talking about being invited to do the MESS Residency, a couple of people said “but you’re not a synth person!” which is absolutely accurate. I’m not even a musician! Of course as anyone who’s ever visited the studio in North Melbourne knows, MESS is not simply a synth library. The whole curve of the 20th century is present in the collection, and there are so many trajectories in that; it’s a map that you can step into that doesn’t dictate a path, and all kinds of directions are possible. For me, the studio is a living museum of the history of electronic audio technology and an important functional Media Archaeology lab. As I understand it, my role as a resident artist at MESS is as media archaeologist - to think through some wider possibilities within the collection that can be activated in the present for histories of sound that exist on the border of that early 20th century development of radio and sound recording systems, and it’s a fairly unique opportunity to do this in a hands-on manner with some of the instruments present. MESS’s philosophy of “preservation through use” is really close to my own way of thinking about archival and museological forms. I’m a historical materialist and I have my own collection of media from the late 19th and early 20th centuries that are put to use, repaired, restored, and brought into the present.

The wider background involves my starting in sound in the mid 1990s on the bNet student radio network in New Zealand as an experimental music DJ, initially just playing other people’s records. So I was doing radio shows and organising and hosting experimental music gigs for a fair amount of time before I became a sound artist myself. The sound and radio art came after the studio broadcast space closed up for a while and I’d already got used to feeling like radio was a space I wanted to inhabit in my everyday life. So by the time I built my own radio transmitter in a workshop with one of my mentors, the Japanese radio artist Tetsuo Kogawa, in 2006, radio cegeste was already on the horizon, and the project started in earnest in 2008. Coincidently that year I also got a fairly substantial New Work grant from the national arts funding body Creative New Zealand to write a book of poetry, which I promptly used to become a sound artist instead. In 2009 I became a programmer with the international radia network, and became a radio artist through this involvement with experimental radio and transmission art communities internationally; they occupy an interesting niche between media arts and experimental music, with a healthy dose of radio piracy. It seemed like the right place for me to be.

 

How would you describe the sounds you make today?

There’s a 1921 poem by Russian Futurist poet Velimir Khlebnikov, where he talks in a primary way about the first time radio waves erupted into consciousness through early human apprehensions of radio. It’s filtered through the utopianism of Russian Futurism, but he was a gentle lover of nature, and he rightly equated the sounds of early radio to birdsong, calling them “this stream of lighting birds”. That idea that the unearthly crackles and cheeps at the border of sense that radio makes audible could be related to birdsong is something I’ve been working with.

Lately I’ve been working a lot with the sounds of bird migration tracking systems. I recorded some big MOTUS bird tracking antennae in upstate New York when I was there on a residency last year, and I also have a small bird tracking device that’s a radio transmitter and receiver setup that’s normally used on domestic parrots or falcons so their owners know where they are in flight, which I’ve been using as a sound device. I first saw these devices in use by conservationists in the field when I was doing an artist residency on the isolated New Zealand bird sanctuary Kapiti Island in 2012, and was following some Kiwi Scientists around who were pointing them at the rugged hills from the beach, and bush bashing their way to the kiwis, following the signals.

Aesthetically I like to make sounds that exist on the edge of listening or that sound like they’re happening at 3am when everyone is asleep, maybe because I’ve often been up at that time or used those hours to broadcast to others’ dream states, or listen or think and write. I’m fascinated by the complex worlds within static. The silence at the beginning of the universe you hear in empty radio bands. This comes through listening to natural phenomena like auroras and lighting strikes, and radio phenomena, but also the grain of media history. These sounds at the edge of listening that become audible through the translation of not only mechanical devices but natural forms like birds.

When I started the MESS residency there was a new strange astral body discovered in space, a form of dead star that belongs to a new class of objects called long-period radio transients (LPTs), that pulse on timescales of minutes and hours, distinguishing them from pulsars. I’ve been thinking about those slowly pulsing dead stars quite a lot while in the studio at night, and that’s affected the sounds I’ve been making on devices I’ve been using.  

 

Where do you find inspiration, what motivates you?

 

As an artist I’m interested in an ecological approach. My aim is always to use projects to understand where I am and orient myself toward becoming more aware of other forms of sentience and sensory activity within my environment, including those hidden aspects of the world that exist beyond my very limited human range of sensory comprehension. This includes paying attention to the border between both the heard and the unheard, or the perceivable and the imperceivable, and also the border between technology and what we might still sometimes call nature. This started when I was a child in the bush in Tasmania and became aware of the silences and absences around me within seemingly lush natural places, which I came to understand as silences that still had presence.  So, the sensory space of listening as a sensitive translation between and across more-than-human worlds. I also want to listen historically, to those audible spaces within the long history of the interaction between humans and other creatures we share or once shared the world with – often these encounters are latent within seemingly static histories contained in archives and museums. But you can always listen anew.

I link this to a wider, expanded definition of media that sees media forms as not being the sole domain of humans or this very narrow definition of technology that we’ve come to adopt. I have been working on a project in the past few years about bird migration and electromagnetism that considers birds as radio operators, within their use of global electromagnetic currents as a navigational mechanism, which is very old and completely embedded as a form of knowledge. We used to mystify it as “the sixth sense,” but we now know that it’s electromagnetism. It predates the so-called discovery of radio or radar by millions of years.

An ecological approach also involves a commitment to the studio and hands-on experimental process, that places the embodied ear of the artist as only one part of a circuit within a wider system. So listening to what’s actually there, and not preceding through the imposition of pre-formed or fixed ideas or images, but learning from the time spent and the interactions that happen – in this case with objects, machines, and systems. I learned a lot of this through being involved with grass roots experimental music communities in New Zealand, which place a high value on tinkering and experiment, collaboration, anti-spectacle, noise at the border of signal, and a sliding scale of non-musicality that at its extreme turns into an active anti-virtuosic stance. So, I’m a materialist when it comes to technology as well – I am obliged to use it and interact with it, not treat it as a form of image-making. In this space, the objects are always my teachers, and I follow them, and listen to what they have to say. If they’re 100 years old, all the better, as they can communicate about timescales longer than my own lifetime and things I have never experienced, and eras when things were able to be imagined differently. In practice this has informed my interest in mechanical music, and early sound reproduction from the pre-electrical era. It’s vastly different to listen to a phonographic way cylinder live through a projecting horn, and one recorded and played back through a wav. file on a stereo speaker system. The way that mechanical music can evoke forms of memory is useful for ecological listening. It’s advantageous for playing back notation of extinct birds that were never directly recorded, that went extinct when this technology was still in its infancy. It suggests what a recording of that creature would have sounded like, but it also imposes the more important question of why would actually want a recording of something that’s no longer alive. What does that preserve? Why do we collect sound libraries, and what does that say about us and our approach to both culture and memory within capitalist culture?

What’s been one of the most rewarding or satisfying moments of your journey so far?


It’s a rare thing to be able to interact with some of the machines that MESS is the custodian of, like the 1933-34 Theremin prototype – to actually be able to use this is an incredible opportunity to tangibly interact with and to touch how histories of sound making technology function, and bring these lost possibilities back into the present.

As a radio artist I’m primarily interested in how some of the machines at MESS are creative explorations of the possibilities of radio waves when radio was only starting to become a major medium and its experimental possibilities were still being explored. In his early 1990s manifesto of radio art Tetsuo Kogawa talks about Heidegger’s notion that you can see the most extreme possibilities at the beginning and end of a technology.

So it’s easy to apply that insight to the theremin – which is the first and most famous radiophonic instrument, and which in some ways looks like one of the cabinet radios built for domestic use in the 1930s, or the ondes musicales which is a remake of the original Ondes Martenot from 1928.

These machines are also great teachers. They also speak a lot of the ongoing intersections between electronic music and the state, including the development of military technologies, state surveillance and espionage. The theremin that’s in MESS’s collection was made by Lev Termin by hand in his New York studio, just before his return to the Soviet Union. He disappeared for years, but we now know that in 1938 he was sent to a work Gulag and then ended up imprisoned in a laboratory developing surveillance listening devices for the Stalinist state for a decade. Which is a fairly sad development of the situation in the 1920s in the USSR where avant garde arts were supported by the Revolutionary state. Lev was invited to the Kremlin to demonstrate the theremin to Lenin, who loved it and reportedly had a go, playing a composition called “skylark.” These histories are latent in the machines themselves.  

So interacting with the 1933-34 prototype Theremin is my MESS highlight. Within the MESS collection its positioned as a precursor to everything else. It’s also the first time radio art really became physical. I’ve used Moog theremins but they’re quite different, much more limited. My little radio station, radio cegeste, is named after a dead poet in a 1950 film by Jean Cocteau but it also translates to “radio ce geste,” or something like “radio this gesture.” I’ve been making unwieldy, imprecise noise theremins with the interactions between heterodyning radios and transmitters for a decade or more in my live performance setup as radio cegeste. That’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about while in the MESS studio.

And the most challenging?

 

The challenges of my time at MESS are just the usual ones. Creative stuff doesn’t pay, especially experimental work, so despite MESS’s extremely generous support of artists, I haven’t spent as much time in the collections as I would have liked to. In Melbourne I have to have a day job so I work as an academic. I trained in literature, and had great teachers that seemed to spend most of their time writing books and chatting to their honours students about T S Eliot and Malcom Lowry over cups of tea in their offices, but that’s a lost world now. As this sector gets further away from employing people properly, this becomes less sustainable, and less attractive. Before that, I spent years on the dole in Dunedin, in these impossibly grand, decaying houses that had ballrooms but no real functional kitchen, tinkering around, doing little collaborations, and performing gigs, often in those very same houses, to about 8-15 people. Often we couldn’t afford to turn the heater on in the winter. So there’s been a long navigation around how to focus on a coherent and sustained line of creative thinking and working, despite either having no money or no time. Ideally I would find a happy median, where creative research took precedence and the day job could be left at the door. I certainly wouldn’t be marking 400 first year media studies essays over two week timeframes on a regular basis. That saps the will to create, and perhaps to live; it leaves no time for anything else.

Do you have a current ‘go to’ set up at MESS? Any favourite machines or combos that you’re currently digging?

The 1933-34 prototype theremin is something that’s so different to anything else, and you really have to spend time with it to even start to know how it works. I’ve been reading Clara Rockmore’s writing and watching her and Lev in old film footage from the 1930s to attempt in my own very clunky way to start to get the posture right. It seems that it needs complete attention, like many classical instruments, but in a very embodied way. The early 20th century mechanisation of the body is happening at the same time, and it’s interesting to speculate that this instrument’s relationship to the body is something akin to Taylorism, the insights generated through the factory production line. It’s an intuitive instrument, and you feel through its musicality with a body that has to be remarkably rigid and precise.

I’ve also been spending some time with the ondes Musicales. It’s an extremely versatile and subtle instrument with an incredibly large dynamic range. There’s the glissandi controlled by the sliding ring, and then the keyboard, so it’s a little like two instruments. Thinking about its history and trying to recognise the non-music aspects of that, I’ve been really enjoying making it sound like an off-channel military radio. That is really always my go-to when it comes to anything, strip it back as much as possible and fill the space with forms of static. I like hearing the building blocks of things, taking up the role of the radio telegraphist looking for their frequency. The ondes does a really great empty-channel static pink noise blast on the right setting – it’s amazing to think that the pink noise is built into it. In combination with that, the high end keys make a really effective morse code sound. I wanted to find this empty, static-infused atmosphere within the instrument as a link back to the history and materiality of the original ondes Martenot, which Maurice Martenot conceived as being somewhere between the emotive thrumming of a Cello and the strange heterodyning that happens with a military radio oscillator. Martenot was both a radio operator in WW1 and a cellist, and the instrument emerges from that history. So perhaps that’s why the ondes can be harsh and it can be gentle. It also makes birdlike swoops that sound like the Australian currawong or butcherbird or a very endangered New Zealand bird, the kokako, that I’ve done a bit of work with. But I am wary of using those sounds too much.

Are there any machines in the MESS collection you’ve had your eye on but haven’t tried yet?

I’d love to play the Novachord, which has been out of commission throughout my time in the MESS studio, and I’m looking forward to exploring early punch card programmable drum machines like the EKO ComputeRhythm. I have a collection of punch card mechanical music devices from the 19th century that are even earlier in that tradition, and in the tradition of early computers, so it’d be nice to play with those links a little.

 

If you could give yourself one piece of advice when you first started, what would it be?

 

I was actually given the advice, quite young by an older artist, that the best thing an artist can do is to persevere, to keep making work. I stick to that.    





in prototype days: notes from the making of a radio documentary about S.P.A.T. (the Sound Preservation Association of Tasmania).



1. Homecoming
This is a perhaps surprisingly personal story, so I am going to start with the personal. The first time I encountered the museum was largely serendipitous. I hadn't been back to the island of my birth for over three decades when in 2014 I was invited to Hobart by sound artist Matt Warren to perform in an experimental music series he was curating. I was already in the country performing at other mainland experimental music festivals (the NOW Now in Sydney and Soundout in Canberra), and in general I was travelling a lot and Melbourne, Sydney and Canberra were just other places to go, but Hobart: that was something. 
This time in Melbourne, i'd walked around feeling, distinctly, the almost-present tangibility of the life I could have lived if i'd stayed in Australia. It was like I could only be an afterimage in relation to this ghostly self, this parallel universe of unrealised alternate possibility. I was ready to go home.

Arriving in the city I stayed with a family friend, a retired teacher and dedicated wine buff who lived over the bridge in the suburb of Bellerive. He had kindly offered to drive me around the place, including to my old primary school and the semi-rural house I grew up in, where I spent 10 minutes standing in the long grass trying to understand how to open myself adequately to history as a set of sensations, to get to grips with positioning myself in a place I had mythicised for so long it seemed both calcified in memory as a set of fixed reference points or a mnemonic grid, and completely vaporous; a miasma of insubstantial, fleeting sensations. This experiential disjunct, inevitably, included a literal struggle with the notion of memory as and/or against recording. While I took a ten minute field recording of the silence of the family home I'd left when I was seven, which included the inaudible sounds of myself thinking, grappling with updating a historic set of references overturned and polished so many times they'd become like precious stones in my mind, underneath the sounds of wind, and other sounds I only remember because they are captured in the recording itself, I tried to get all other references out of my head and just 'be there', but then a German Shepherd barked, and I was immediately self-cast as Andrei Gorkachov in Tarkovsky's Nostalgia.

This is a 5 minute edit of the recording I made, alongside a photographic still that I took at the same time. I called  it “held breath, stood in the location once was (oyster cove variations #1)”
(also on Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/manage/videos/85336913

Another place it was suggested I go to locally was a small museum for sound recording technologies. I can't recall who actually suggested this, but it turned out this museum was located in Bellerive, just down the road from where I was staying. I have a photograph of myself, which I asked one of the volunteers sitting the desk that day, to take. I am grinning in a short sleeved checked shirt that I found in a Hobart op-shop. I am surrounded by gramophones and old radios and I look like I want to move in. Like phonography, photography's ability to capture a moment of initial encounter sometimes forces us to ask an unnatural question of time: how is it possible to still have an image of firstness, and why would we want to hold on to such a thing as we move on from such moments of innocence, of waking to an environment for the first time? This question seems to me to crystallise one of the 'problems' of recording. This photograph speaks of that initial impression of S.P.A.T., but I realise now that it was Amanda who took that photograph. Like the wider experience of encountering Tasmania itself, I have moved further into the photograph, into the recording, in to the collection. This encounter has become a key and important part of my updated experience of Tasmania as an adult.

Prior to this the notion of exile had become an enormous block for me when it came to revisiting Tasmania, which had also become wound up with not wanting to damage the reified memories that appeared, like a series of photographs, in the storage box of my mind. This seems an ontology quite peculiar to the personal history of being an adoptee  in my experience, the naturalising of amnesia and the sense of the past being unreal, with the tremulous images on the tip of memory being counter to the wider disorientation of a vast void of absence that is the black hole of the self and its unknowability. To return to place seemed to risk rupturing something  very fundamental, the very psychological building blocks I relied on. Doing so much work on personal history in the past few years had freed up this base somewhat, so I was interested in exploring some more. When a call for sound works by Hobart art project space Constance ARI appeared on my radar later in 2014, I risked another return and submitted a proposal. It was duly accepted, and in January 2015 I found myself traveling back to Tasmania to install two pieces of work, one of which, Huia Notations (like shells on the shore when the sea of living memory has receded), appropriately comprised a wax cylinder of extinct birdsong that folded 19th century human musical notations of vanished non-human sounds back into 21st century listening, to create a 'time capsule traveling in both directions', a new media fossil and a performative memorial to another lost world of living significance. This extremely tenuous music, cut to a correspondingly brittle 19th century format, was presented in the gallery on an Edison Gem phonograph with a Model C reproducer, kindly loaned to me by Lindsay McCarthy from the collections of the Sound Preservation Association of Tasmania.

The little Gem C was perfect for this project because it had a production date of 1908 (the year after the huia's official extinction date), and was an affordable option at the time - reflecting the amateur and working class voices of the bird mimicry that comprised the musical notations at the basis of the work. I also always thought that in a way the dimensions of the Gem's black body and its gold horn-stripe made it *look* a bit like a huia (which is possibly just me being somewhat sentimental).

Here are a couple of photos of me, the Gem and its caretaker, SPAT president Lindsay McCarthy, at the time. I note only now that I'm still wearing the same shirt:
    





2. The Bridge
At 9:27 on the evening of the 5th January 1975, an oil tanker traveling up the Derwent river collided with several bridge pylons, causing the bridge from Hobart city to the eastern suburbs to collapse. This accident, which came to be known as the Tasman Bridge disaster, killed 12 people. This disaster sits just outside of personal memory - in January 1975 I was less than one year old. 

On the night of the incident's 40th anniversary, January 5, 2015, I was back in Hobart. It was only the second time since the early 1980s, staying in the spare room of the same old family friend. Browsing the radio channels, I was hoping to catch and record any historic report or memorial silence broadcast over the local airwaves. Instead, they were playing Peter Sculthorpe's final and longest solo piano work, Riverina Dreaming (Gundyarri Wagga Wagga), on the ABC concert programme. The pianist was Tamara-Anna Cislowska. One review of Sculthorpe's Complete Works for Solo Piano in Gramophone magazine, talking about her interpretation of Riverina, suggests that "Cislowska’s great gift is to pick up on the saudade inherent in this distinctive, finely crafted and for the most part lyrical music, and project it outwards in an utterly natural, unforced manner. A profoundly affecting release which will be a revelation to some, to others a homecoming."

I listened to this broadcast threaded through the double-transmission space of my hand-built Mini-FM radio transmitter and an array of small radios, and recorded it. The first two movements of Sculthorpe's piece, Looking Back, and The Wiradjuri Presence, wove their signal in and out of a tumultuous sea of radio static like a message in a bottle. Listening to it felt like diving into a wreck, and it simultaneously felt like a homecoming.

While listening to I realised that, if in some sense for me, to be Tasmanian is to be haunted, then for me it's also connected to this very idea of a saudade, presented in 'an utterly natural, unforced manner' - the everyday homesickness. I also elected to include this recording of the Sculthorpe in the SPAT documentary, echoing my personal artistic involvement in these histories; it's an experimental documentary for that reason. 

3. Machines and memory
When I was asked to make a radio feature for the now-decommissioned ABC experimental sound programme Soundproof, I resolved to come back to make a doocumentary about S.P.A.T. During my two weeks making this documentary, I spent time with S.P.A.T.'s community members and recorded hours of audio that didn't make it into the doco. 
I recorded a set of wax cylinders in the SPAT collection and used the run-out groove audio, and recorded the operational sounds of scores of unique machines.
 I recorded myself playing a pianola roll of Abba's Dancing Queen on the museum's player piano to the laughter of elderly community members and contemporary artists I'd brought in, I heard the underground history of Tasmanian audio inventors, and recorded Lindsay and Bruce McCarthy (two members of the same family) talking long-form about their ground-up impressions of technological history. Lindsay demonstrated a wire recorder and spoke abut using one as a young journalist, while myself and fellow artist Matt Warren watched on in awe. I wanted the doco to be experimental but I was intrigued to know how the sounds could also be represented in a more discursive radio documentary format. The documentary emerged somewhat organically from this conjunction.

The machines themselves became both the location of and symbols for the preservation of memory, and in this telling are inseparable from their histories of use by the people explaining them, who were eloquent and generous around their knowledge and perspectives. Gwen, the founder of the museum, lives on in Max's map of the museum's machines and artefacts, recalled every time he passes her photograph in the museum entranceway, or considers the phonographs, gramophones and 78rpm records she fought so hard to bring together. Bruce waxes lyrical at one point on the idea of the technician as a mover of media history; one who is often overlooked or erased within the genius narratives of technological progress - in his conception of history, it is not that Edison's tinfoil cylinder was the founding moment of sound, but that its status as prototype was only one of many moments, many of them completely lost to the discourse of history.
 
In saying so, he articulated a philosophy that gave the documentary its title, In Prototype Days, of which he spoke off the cuff as a mythic precursory time at the dawn of the invention of technical-material things, along with his attendant worries about the silence and loss which attend the erasure of these collective cultural memories.

Bruce died in 2022. A fragment of his very moving and beautiful philosophy of technics is in the final doco if you want to listen to it  there. 

My documentary also includes interviews with artists and researchers speculating on similar issues, in response to S.P.A.T.'s collections, and their perspectives expand toward a micro politics of technological and cultural history, and the disaster narratives which render such storehouses so important, just as they potentially imperil them. In Prototype Days is itself a snapshot that cannot be repeated, with many of the older interview subjects now also gone, and aspects of the culture of the museum with them. I am privileged and happy to have spent time learning from them, and the objects and machines they so lovingly preserved within the rich, living narrative of the Museum under their watch. 

4. In Prototype Days
The long version of the writeup I did for the ABC Radio National site reads as follows: 

in prototype days portrays scenes from the everyday life of S.P.A.T. (a.k.a. the Sound Preservation Association of Tasmania), a small museum and archive devoted to the history of recorded sound, located in an old post office in a quiet suburb on the eastern shore of Hobart's Derwent River. Strung together along a thread of anecdotes, physical demonstrations, and conversations inspired and provoked by objects from the S.P.A.T. collections, the documentary is a celebration of experiment, curiosity and tinkering, as well as a story of intriguing and uncommon items of technological history, told in the the voices of the people that have made, fixed and used them. These voices re-activate the machines, calling them out from their historical silence.

There's Brian who made his first working crystal radio from a safety pin and a razor blade. Max, who demonstrates a very rare and valuable children's tin gramophone originally "given away with tins of meat". Lindsay recalls interviewing famed British WWII airman Douglas Bader, sitting on his bed in a Hobart hotel room recording onto precursor of the tape recorder that stored its audio on a stainless steel wire. Bruce yarns about the time he built a illegal radio transmitter at school, which his father made him dismantle, but not before he'd driven around the suburbs testing the reach of the signal on the car radio by a rather novel method.

Bruce also waxes lyrical on his alternative version of the history of invention, less a set of individual 'eureka' genius moments than an ongoing series of collaborative work-projects occurring, as he puts it, "way back in prototype days". This is a vision which takes technê - craftmanship or 'hand work' - as one model for the human acquisition of knowledge - one that can work in tandem with epistêmê - theoretical or analytical expertise. At S.P.A.T., sonic media and inventions are correspondingly treated as hands-on, everyday, functional items of music and audio culture, rather than untouchable, rare and arcane ideas to be kept behind glass. Devices well-known by their caretakers, their history of being used, worn out, rescued and fixed to play again is an important part of their story, as is the community's struggle to retain the value of this everyday historical knowledge, forever at risk of being forgotten and discarded.

Following Bruce's speculation, In Prototype Days is a lateral depiction of technological history that asks the question: what if history were not written vertically, by the inventors, businessmen and architects, but horizontally, by the machinists, assistants and technicians? These technicians are both the subject of the documentary and its decentered narrators. We tune in with them to some legendary moments of the technical development of inscriptive sound recording, such as Edison listening in to the crude sounds of the earliest tinfoil phonograph, but we also hear the lesser-known story of Eric Waterworth, the local Tasmanian boy who in 1927 got so sick of having to change a 78rpm record every couple of minutes (or at least that's the way Bruce tells it) that he invented the world's first record changer at the age of 17.

What we hear at S.P.A.T. is not simply the sounds of nostalgia. The museum's hands-on, community-centred approach to history can bridge generations and inspire fresh readings, suggesting other, less linear routes for the circulation of ideas through technology. There is something surprisingly contemporary in the low tech simplicity of a gramophone made of cardboard and played with a pencil, or the positive environmental footprint of a crank phonograph that works without the need for electricity. These and other items at S.P.A.T. can easily appear as alternatives that still engage the imagination, rather than mere technological dead ends. Just as, 70 years ago, S.P.A.T.'s community members went forward into the future to listen to the wider world through their own hand-built crystal radios, in contemporary Hobart, S.P.A.T. becomes an access point and a rich resource for younger artists and inventors, who see value in diving into the wreck and treasure of culture, seeking answers from the past to apply to the urgent questions of the present. 

While they look like radically different spheres, contemporary sound and media art and the cultures of small community museums have a lot in common. To consider the potential for their intersection in a place like S.P.A.T is also to recognise that we can learn vital and important lessons from the history of things, and the people that know them and safeguard the knowledge of their use. From this perspective, the technological past is part of a present and future tool kit, one that can offer a focus on slowness, simplicity, longevity, making and re-use as a set of constructive alternatives to increasingly rapid societal, environmental and technological change. In this, I am echoing Jussi Parikka and Garnet Hertz's declaration that no form of media ever truly becomes obsolete: "Media may disappear in a popular sense, but it never dies: it decays, rots, reforms, remixes, and gets historicized, reinterpreted and collected. It either stays as a residue in the soil and in the air as concrete dead media, or is reappropriated through artistic, tinkering methodologies." 

In Prototype Days serves as a geological dig through a couple of weeks of the museum's life. It gives listeners a glimpse of all the simultaneous layers of stories that might exist within S.P.A.T., and points to the many more that they could discover if they were to visit the museum themselves. These stories appear as shards and fragments, and occasionally as whole precious objects, the lesser-known ones which sit gently alongside those louder, dominant, centralised narratives of the development of technology that we might know already, quietly suggesting other possibilites, and disrupting the notion that the story of the development of technology has to always head toward the same narrative, within a globalised world.


In Prototype Days is a celebration of experiment, curiosity and tinkering. it is a story of intriguing and uncommon items of technological history, told in the the voices of the people that have made, fixed and used them, creating a decentred narrative structure which "shows" as well as "tells" various minor stories of localised sonic heritage, grounding sound in its historical conditions and forms of use. In listening this way, we preserve the possibility that prototype days might be simultaneously behind us, with us, and ahead of us.