Craig Schuftan

Music Means Time

Music means time... Sometimes that time is a childhood memory. A fight, a death, a loss, a movie, or something totally ordinary. If a song catches it, those are the things that keep time in your life - and sometimes change it."

Jeff Buckley, 1994


Doin' the Stuff That You Do

Here, in this building, in 1994, I had a job cutting out styrofoam fish-shapes with a hot wire cutter. I listened to triple j while I worked, and distinctly remember producing slightly more fish than usual when Ween's 'Voodoo Lady' was played.

In November 2011 I went inside the building to take a photo of the room where all this happened, but was escorted from the premises by a security guard, who saw me on the CCTV and thought I was acting suspiciously. This shot of the window is as close as I could get.


Falling to Pieces

This is where I used to catch the bus to Meadowbank TAFE during the second half of 1990. Because it was about ten minutes walk from my parents' house, I associate it with songs that appear roughly ten minutes into the albums I was listening to at the time. As I paced anxiously up and down, peering around the bend in the road hoping to see the bus, I heard New Order's 'Temptation', 'O My God' by The Police, and 'Falling to Pieces' by Faith no More.



Shit List

McDonalds, Broadway. In 1994, I went to see Oliver Stone's 'Natural Born Killers' at the Hoyts movie theatre on George St. The film's hyperactive style, apocalyptic themes and high-energy soundtrack (Patti Smith, Nine Inch Nails, Tha Dogg Pound, L7) got me very worked up. It was after midnight when I walked out of the theatre, but I felt I couldn't just go home. There being nowhere else to go, I went to McDonalds, sat in a chair near the window, and worried about the end of civilisation as we know it.



In 1994, Urge Overkill's cover of Neil Diamond's 'Girl You'll Be A Woman Soon' was released as a single from the soundtrack to 'Pulp Fiction'. I heard it for the first time in a car parked in this parking space.
I lived in an apartment upstairs. Below us, there was a studio where Australian R & B group CDB were recording their cover of Earth Wind and Fire's 'Let's Groove'. They worked late into the night, and I would hear the song's distinctive bass line in my dreams.



There's No Other Way

In the nineties, the only thing people missed more than the seventies was the nineties. One day in 1998, I played Blur's 1991 hit 'There's No Other Way' on a community radio show I was presenting. Afterwards, a girl who worked at the station told me it made her yearn for the days when English music was really good, "back in the early nineties". I stared at this power point, and mumbled some sort of agreement.


You Could Be Mine

One Thursday in 1991, I stood here, outside the Virgin Megastore, trying to decide which of Guns n Roses' simultaneously released new albums I should buy. (Use Your Illusion 1 had 'Don't Cry' and 'November Rain' on it, but Use Your Illusion 2 had 'You Could be Mine'.) In the end I became confused, and bought the CD single of Pearl Jam's 'Alive' instead. 

As a direct result of my decision, Sunset Strip-style heavy metal began its sudden and brutal slide into the dustbin of history, and Alternative Rock was installed in its place as the official soundtrack to youthful rebellion in the 1990s.

Ding a Ding Dang

In 1991, I had a job as a junior clerk at a Barristers' chambers in Sydney. I wore a cheap suit and ran errands for lawyers who were hard at work defending disgraced entrepeneurs of the late eighties. As I pushed trolleys full of legal documents up and down Martin place, I listened to Alternative Rock on my Walkman. The irony of this hadn't escaped me. In fact, like many of the singers I was listening to, I lived on a fairly steady diet of the stuff.
One day I was pushing my trolley along, listening to ministry's Jesus Built My Hotrod, when my friend Arthur Lawrence stopped me, in this exact spot, and said, "what the fuck are you DOING?" 

(A few minutes after I took this picture, I was sitting in a cafe, looking out the window, when I was astonished to see Arthur Lawrence himself walk past.)


I Life

"Could it be that we come to the city in order to achieve solitude? Such has been the unspoken premise of the modern city of utopian individualism. By solitude I do not mean isolation. Isolation is a state of nature: solitude is the work of culture. Isolation is an imposition, solitude a choice."

walkman | ipod | iphone | isolation | solitude | city | the crowd

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Infancy and Progress

"The whole human species, looked at from its origins, appears to the philosopher as an immense whole, which, like an individual, has its infancy and its progress … The totality of humanity, fluctuating between calm and agitation, between good times and bad, moves steadily though slowly towards a greater perfection."

Said nobody, at any time in the last one hundred years. Nowadays, our view of the future is more like the one seen from the middle ages than the Enlightenment. But from where he stood in 1750, or perhaps sat, on a chair a bit like the one pictured above, the French statesman and economist Jacques Turgot could look back on the past five centuries and see a gradual transition from primitive agrarians torturing and killing each other over superstitious nonsense, to the confident era of the Enlightenment, with its stupendous advancements in astronomy, medicine and physics.

enlightenment | progress | history | kubrick | 2001


Lost Paradise

'Thus it is well known that a child learns to walk, talk and to know his way around the world just by trying something out and seeing what happens, then modifying what he does (or thinks) in accordance with what has actually happened. In this way, he spends his first few years in a wonderfully creative way, discovering all sorts of things that are new to him, and this leads people to look back on childhood as a kind of lost paradise. As the child grows older, however, learning takes on a narrower meaning. In school, he learns by repetition to accumulate knowledge, so as to please the teacher and pass examinations. At work, he learns in a similar way, so as to make a living, or for some other utilitarian purpose, and not for the love of the action of learning itself. So his ability to see something new and original gradually dies away. And without it there is evidently no ground from which anything can grow.'

guns n roses | axl rose | daniel bohm | childhood | creativity

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No Satisfaction

'That human life must be some kind of mistake is sufficiently proved by the simple observation that man is a compound of needs which are hard to satisfy; that their satisfaction achieves nothing but a painless condition in which he is given over to boredom; and that boredom is a direct proof that existence itself is valueless, for boredom is nothing more than the sensation of the emptiness of existence. For if life, in the desire for which our essence and existence consists, possessed in itself a positive value and real content, there would be no such thing as boredom: mere existence would fulfil and satisfy us. As things are, we take no pleasure in existence except when we are striving after something—in which case distance and difficulties make our goal look as if it would satisfy us (an illusion which fades when we reach it) ...'

rolling stones | arthur schopenhauer | philosophy | rock and roll | desire | boredom


Moral Motifs

'There is a sentimental rhetoric which readily waxes emotional about deserving paupers and unhappy millionaires alike, and which rails against money... These melodramatic and moral motifs are part of the everyday lives of poor people. Verbal propaganda of the rich, they make up the greater part of the average person's ideological baggage. Disguised as an indictment of money, they justify wealth by reducing it to a mere accident of the human condition...'

mo money | mo problems | lefebvre | biggie smalls | notorious BIG

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'The bigots, the hysterics, the destroyers of the self - these are the writers who bear witness to the fearful polite time in which we live... Ours is an age which obsessively pursues health, and yet only believes in the reality of sickness. The truths we respect are those born of affliction. We measure truth in terms of the cost to the writer in suffering - rather than by the standard of an objective truth to which a writer's words correspond. Each of our truths must have a martyr.'

kanye west | spike jonze | susan sontag