Here is the full transcript of Alexis Charpentier’s Talk: How Record Collectors Find Lost Music and Preserve our Cultural Heritage at TED conference.
I became obsessed with records when I was about 12 years old. My parents used to give me money to eat and on most days, instead of eating, I would save it and buy myself a record at the end of the week.
Here I am with a gigantic Walkman that’s about half my leg. It actually looks more like a VCR. So when I was a teenager, the obsession of buying cassettes, vinyls and CDs just kept growing. I was even working in a record store for many years and only ever got paid in records. One day I realized that I had thousands of records more than I could even listen to in my life. I became what many of us are: record junkies — or record diggers, as we like to call ourselves.
Record digging, as the name suggests, means getting your hands dirty. It means spending hours rummaging through warehouses, church basements, yard sales, record stores — all to find records that have been forgotten for decades. Records that have become cultural waste. The earliest record collectors from about the ’30s to the 1960s found and preserved so many important records that would have been lost forever. In those days, most cultural and public institutions didn’t really care to preserve these treasures. In many cases, they were just throwing them into the garbage.
Record digging is a lifestyle. We’re absolutely obsessed with obscure records, expensive records, dollar-bin records, crazy artwork, sub-subgenres. And all of the tiniest details that go with each release. When the media talks about the vinyl revival that’s been happening these last few years, they often forget to mention this community that’s been keeping the vinyl and the tradition and the culture alive for these last 30 years.
It’s a very close-knit but competitive society, a little bit, because when you’re hunting for extremely rare records, if you miss your opportunity, you might not see that record ever in your life. But I guess the only person in here truly impressed by record collectors is another record collector. To the outside world, we seem like a very weird, oddball group of individuals. And they’re mostly right. All the record collectors I know are obsessive maniacs.
We know we’re all crazy in some way. But I think we should be viewed a little bit more like this. We’re music archaeologists. We’re hunting down the lost artifact. We all have a list of records that we would do anything to get our hands on, that we’ve been chasing for years, and we actually call this list our “holy grails”.
When you’re digging for records, you’re surrounded by music you don’t know. You’re surrounded by mystery and by all these dreams — records that people once believed in. Imagine the thousands of artists who were destined to be legends but for various reasons, were just overlooked. Many of these records only exist in a handful of copies, and some have never even been found, never been heard. They’re literally endangered species.
I’ll tell you a story that for me sort of sums up the value of the work of record diggers. The story of a brilliant Montreal musician and composer Henri-Pierre Noël was born and raised in Haiti, but he lived briefly in the US and in Belgium. He passed through Montreal what was supposed to be for two weeks, but he ended up staying for the next 40 years. When he was young, he learned to play piano and developed a very particular way of playing his instrument: very fast and almost like a percussion.
His style was a mix of his Haitian influences and folklore mixed with the American influences that he grew up hearing. So he created a mix of compass mixed with funk and jazz. As a young man, he played and toured with live bands in the US and in Europe, but had never recorded an album or a song before moving to Canada. It was in Montreal in 1979 that he released his first album called, “Piano”. Completely on his own, on Henri-Pierre Noël Records.
He only made what he could afford: 2,000 copies of the record. The record received a little bit of airplay, a little bit of support in Canada and in Haiti, but without a big label behind it, it was very, very difficult. Back then, if your record wasn’t getting played on mainstream radio, if you weren’t in jukeboxes or if you weren’t invited to play on TV, the odds were completely against you.
Releasing an album as an independent artist was so much more difficult than it is today, both in terms of being heard and just distributing the thing. So, soon after, he released a second album, kept a busy schedule playing piano in various clubs in the city, but his records started to accumulate dust slowly.
And those 2,000 copies in the span of 30 years easily started to get lost until only a few copies in the world remained. Then in the mid-2000s, a Montreal record digger that goes by the name Kobal was doing his weekly rounds of just hunting for records. He was in a flea market surrounded by thousands of other dirty, dusty, moldy records. That’s where he found the “Piano” album. He wasn’t specifically looking for it.