The Discarded / Dis Carted Playlist: A subjective soundtrack
A playlist by artist Bart Gazzola to complement DISCARDED, his ongoing documentation of abandoned shopping carts.
Find it here - or on SPOTIFY!
by Bob Dylan
This one might seem obvious, but it’s more so because of lines like ‘at midnight, all the agents
and the superhuman crew come out and round up everyone who knows more than they do.’
Many of my shots happen at night, when I’m walking, and the city is quiet and mysterious.
by Ani DiFranco
This one is specific to one cart I shot, one of the first toppled ones, where I began to see this
series as something more than what I’d thought it might be, and for the line of ‘as bad as I am, I am proud of the fact that I am worse than I seem’.....
One Great City!
Left and Leaving
by the Weakerthans
If you’re familiar with my cart images - and how the only rule that I still hold to, with this project, is that they be abandoned, not staged - and the lyrics of these songs from this fine band that can make despair aesthetically seductive, no further explanation is needed. But if that’s not the case : ‘My city's still breathing, but barely, it's true, through buildings gone missing like teeth’ ran through my mind upon seeing St. Catharines again after nearly two decades, where I ‘watch the North End die and sing, “I love this town”’.....
by Fred Eaglesmith
“....sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground…” Maybe my carts are self
portraits, or maybe I’m obfuscating, ahem. Can’t trust an art critic talking about their own art
work. It is known.
I Gotta Get Drunk
by George Jones
Sometimes I stay out later drinking just so I can capture images of carts on the way home,
looking as abandoned and lonely as I feel on the long walk from downtown to where I sleep.
My Little Town
by Simon & Garfunkel
“Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town” : my cart works may also be a
commentary on returning to my ‘hometown’ after several decades, after swearing I would never do any such thing (like getting a tattoo. I now have two of those, ahem).
Smells like Teen Spirit
I have sometimes captioned carts with the evocative lyrics of "with the lights out / its less
dangerous / here we are now / entertain us / I feel stupid / and contagious / here we are now /entertain us"....and as a member of Gen X, this is a theme song, whatever, nevermind.
Did I Ever Love You?
by Leonard Cohen
Many people who enjoy my carts, or send me images, anthropomorphize them, and there is
always a romantic element to that. This song, and this album, have been on my playlist
continuously since I returned to Niagara in 2015, and began the cart works.
I’ve always been Crazy
by Waylon Jennings
I have no idea why I took that first cart photograph, and at times I still have no idea why they
fascinate me, and why so many other people enjoy them and send me their own snaps of
abandoned carts. They are very, very different from the art I made for most of my life. Always
been crazy, but it’s kept me from going insane - mostly.
Reasons to Quit
by Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard
Many of my images are taken while walking, and not a few while walking home from the
downtown after an evening of libations, perhaps a bit inebriated (I mention Tom Waits later, and have been known to claim that the carts have been drinking, not me, not me, whereas Waits blames the piano…..)
Damn These Vampires
by The Mountain Goats
‘sleep like dead men wake up like dead men and when the sun comes try not to hate the light
some day we'll try to walk upright’ I’ve always preferred capturing carts that have tumbled and fallen. Any suggestions re: self portraiture in that respect are acknowledged, slyly.
by The Mountain Goats
Relocating to Niagara was difficult, the first few years were harsh, but I was ‘going to make it
through this year if it killed me.’
“Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when our common goal was waiting for the world to end.” An artist I respect greatly commented in passing a few years ago that I ‘take pictures of what is left when the world ends.’
This Mess We’re In
by PJ Harvey
“And thank you. I don’t think we will meet again.” There’s an amusing singularity to the pictures I take: shoot them now, for they won’t be there when you pass by that spot again.
Throw Me to the Rats
by Tom Fun Orchestra
One of the last bands I saw in Saskatoon before leaving the prairies was the Tom Fun
Orchestra, and I have joked that Throw Me to the Rats should be played at my funeral. Bleeding Hallelujah is a plaintive hymn for that which was but now is not - like a cart that was useful then left.
Just like Tom Thumb Blues
by Nina Simone (Bob Dylan cover)
“I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff. Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough. But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff. I'm goin' back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough.” Another friend once suggested to me that I felt my move to Niagara was a self imposed act of exile, or simply having had
enough….and this song always makes me sad, as so many of my cart images seem to evoke
an equal sense of melancholy in people.