I Listen to the Wind That Obliterates My Traces: Music in Vernacular Photographs 1880-1955
I listen to the wind feels like something altogether different, though, more like a silent movie, a collection crafted from crumbs of the past. Tucked within the simple, minimally designed book's front and back covers is the music, which Roden organized into a two-volume mix of similarly excavated documents culled from flea market 78 rpm discs. --Randall Roberts, Los Angeles Times Pop Music Critic July 31, 2011A book of coffins; a book of openings to the sky. Americana but something more than that - a collection of aged photographs, brief literary texts and 51 recordings haunted by melancholy, not just the corrosive scour of time on photographic plate and shellac surface or scenes and distant art from another world; also a record of displacement and loss from times when ancestral memories hung close and poignant, each blemish on the surface of a photographic print a scar of war and poverty, great depression. dustbowl and epidemic, Steinbeckian passages of migration and loss, and all the while a ruthless thrusting of progress to liquefy the solid ground. --David Toop, Wire Magazine August 2011The vintage photos inside this 184 page book are completely lovely... Pages and pages of interesting images to provoke curiosity and evoke reverie. Altogether, Roden has compiled over 150 photos and 51 tracks for this stunning document of sonic obsession from Dust-To-Digital! Hard to imagine NOT wanting this. --Aquarius Records August 12, 2011