FABULOUS joy of me interviewing Laurie
Anderson for your super soaraway Sounds
is that there is none of the usual
artist/journalist common ground.
initials she isn't a bonnet-posing,
screeching and whining, fist-shaking rock
and roller buried beneath a 'rebellion'
style bar-chord barrage of comfy
conformity. And I'm not de-personalised
and 'professional' enough to stand in
line with recorder and a list of
questions to fire-off relating to the
vagaries of Performance Art.
honest I'm much more interested in the
soft spikey clusters and breath-taking
transcendental beauty of her haircut and
the striking sartorial imperfection of
her slightly over-sized jacket with
sleeves that terminate at a
well-beyond-the-norm point halfway along
the hands. Pretending to do an interview
was a necessary evil it as to gain
first-hand experience of these rare and
beginning in her present line of work,
Laurie wrote reviews of minimal sculpture
(for four years! I didn't know there were
that many minimal sculptures). Often
finding these objects lacking in warmth
and passion she used her (then) favourite
artist, Van Gogh, as a constant reference
point. Eventually she began prefacing her
reviews with 'This artist, unlike Van
Gogh...'. Maybe I should have started
this feature: 'This artist, unlike Joan
American, so I assume you grew up
listening to the radio?
radio is all (adopts sickening slick
drawl) 'Hi, it's 90 degrees today and the
freeways are clear'. It basically caters
for eight year old minds. I grew up in a
town near Chicago and there was a station
with a show by a guy called Studs Terkle.
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