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Friday, 19 August 2016

laurie anderson - delusion

In 2010 - 2011 Laurie Anderson toured with her multimedia show called Delusion.

This tour followed the release of Homeland and some material - notably "Another Day In America" - was reused from this album, but most was new. Some of the material has now found its way onto her recent album Heart Of A Dog and it's prompted me to revisit a splendid, crystal clear audience recording from Hamburg in May 2011. 

As always with Laurie the material works on many levels. Ostensibly Delusion is a series of meditations on death, though it goes much further than that. The promo blurb says this –
Conceived as a series of short mystery plays, Delusion jump-cuts between the everyday and the mythic. Combining violin, electronic puppetry, music and visuals, Delusion is full of nuns, elves, golems, rotting forests, ghost ships, archaeologists, dead relatives and unmanned tankers. It tells its story in the colourful and poetic language that has become Anderson's trademark. Inspired by the breadth of Balzac, Ozu and Laurence Sterne, and employing a series of altered voices and imaginary guests, Anderson tells a complex story about longing, memory and identity. At the heart of Delusion is the pleasure of language and a terror that the world is made entirely of words.

Phew!

Well, the first piece concerns Laurie’s technique for pushing herself on the try new things, "a basic carrot before the donkey technique" she says, "until one day… the donkey died…" This piece, typically for Laurie, is both very funny, and then suddenly very shocking. The audience laughs and then all too often stops laughing abruptly when the full meaning of what she's said suddenly sinks in. 

A little further on and another recitation begins, “I was standing in the room…” and relates the touching story of an old lady at the moment of her death. She's surrounded by her family and friends, but the old lady is talking to the animals… on the ceiling… and Laurie relates this tale of the delusional lady in her usual… calm…. voice and the narrative contains those… unusual…. pauses that punctuate Laurie’s stories. There is such a beautiful violin underscoring the narrative, that the strange text becomes incredibly moving. Really stunning stuff.

In fact most of Delusion is surprisingly emotional. Not sure why I am surprised. I suppose I think of Laurie Anderson as more of a clever manipulator of words and sounds than I do as an emotional songwriter and lyricist. But although Laurie's work can sometimes appear detached, a little cold on the surface, there's always a deeply emotional core.

Throughout Delusion there are bizarre excursions into Laurie’s dreams (where apparently it’s always raining) - in one she is served penguin in a restaurant, though it’s not clear if the penguin is actually dead yet… at another point she talks of an Icelandic farmer who is trying to rebuild a rotting barn so he can hold barn dances, but she’s more concerned with the fact that he can see elves… and there’s a frankly disturbing sequence where she believes she has given birth to her favourite dog, Lola-belle - this crops up on Heart Of A Dog too.  

Musically there’s loads of mournful and genuinely emotional violin / viola going on, really powerful pieces of music, multi-tracked and magnified. The deep voiced reassuring tones of the voice of authority, who Lou Reed had recently named as Fenway Bergamot, pops up on some pieces. But it’s the words in Laurie's own quiet voice that really hit home, somehow conveying real loss and hurt and confusion in those calm measured phrases.

And it’s fairly clear that, despite the promotional blurb, Delusion is pretty much all about Death - towards the end the dying old lady crops up again and, with a start, you realise that it’s Laurie’s own mother. It’s a shocking and terribly sad piece. Laurie has to rush to the hospital, and she doesn't know what to say to her dying mother. Not sure how true all of this is. And although I guess it’s all part of the act, part of the performance, Laurie herself seems to step out of that ultra calm… narrator voice, the one who leaves long… pauses… and she actually sounds genuinely worked up and frustrated and helpless and agitated, and it’s really quite a shock and the whole thing becomes desperately sad.

Immensely clever stuff, just Laurie, her simple instruments and the occasional voice of Fenway Bergamot and the result is 90 minutes of something that utterly transports you to somewhere else.

Really impressive.


Here’s an interesting interview from that time –

In Delusion, a new piece commissioned by the Vancouver 2010 Cultural Olympiad, musician, composer and multimedia artist Laurie Anderson will use mystery plays, photography, electronic puppetry and newly composed music to “explore mythic and everyday worlds.” Driven by her poetic use of language and inspired by everything from the mystic origins of the Russian space program to theories of time and speed, the show is set to be yet another in Anderson’s groundbreaking and envelope-pushing repertoire. (It also features a fictional historian and social commentator named Fenway Bergamot and his spotted dog.) Along with special musical guests Eyvind Kang and Colin Stetson, Delusion gets its world premiere February 16 at the Vancouver Playhouse.

Q: In an early description of Delusion, you talk about how language has the ability to both create and decreate the world. Can you tell me more about that?  

A: First of all, I’ve never talked about this thing [Delusion], and I haven’t finished it yet, (laughs). I haven’t found a way to finish it yet. There are a couple of things missing from the picture and I’m just starting to figure out what they are now. I began by writing a number of plays, two plays, in an attempt to get away from the voice I usually use. I wanted to bring some conflict into it. That was the beginning of trying to tell a story from a couple of different sides, which of course, in answer to your question, starts making you think, “What is the story?” The story is really the narrator or the writer. And when someone tells you a story, whether it’s Obama or your brother, you’re going to read the thing really differently. 

This is a whole series of interlocked stories and delusions. There are many, many different ways to tell them, and in many different types of voices. It’s not so much deconstructing the story as changing the voice in which they’re told. I’ve realized that the same exact words could be on a page and they could be in a live situation, or in a conversation, they could be the saddest thing you’ve ever heard, or really callous, or carefree. You can attach a whole lot of things to that.  

Q: Where did Fenway Bergamot come from? 

A: I don’t know quite how this voice, this filter, got a name. It is an "audio-drag” filter that I’ve used since 1978, when I first had to be a master of ceremonies at a [William S.] Burroughs event. I thought it would be fun to sound like a distracted old coot. Recently, it’s had a more melancholic ring to it, and I’ve been thinking that it almost sounds like a person. 

It was Lou [Reed] who decided to call this character Fenway Bergamot, and as soon as that filter had a name it was almost like I could do something different emotionally with that filter. It didn’t have to be just a joke. So I began to be able to use words in a different way with that instead of just being joke-y. I used to call it “the voice of authority” but now it doesn’t have much authority left. It frees me to use language in a more cut-up way. 

Q: In an old interview, you said you like to keep things simple, that you don’t want everything to get too complicated regardless of the whole multimedia aspect of your show. You seem to use such a complex mix of elements — your violin and puppetry and visuals. Do you think it’s easier to get at simple truths with complex methods? 

A: If I just minded my own advice… (laughs) Not necessarily. The only way to get there is to try to pay attention to them. Although I do have to say that one of the ways I tried to get to those things this time was through images. I sat for a long time looking at stuff and just listening to sounds. Not one single word. I thought, “I really enjoy this show. I really like it just like this,” and for awhile I was just going to have zero words. Then I thought, “Wait a second. I’ve never done that.” But it was really, really tempting. Now, in a way, I’m just trying to pare the words down even further, but some of them don’t like that. Some of them have to be the shaggy dog story they started out as. Paring them down, they become really silly. I’m in a bit of a dilemma right at the moment with some of this stuff. 

When you make something from absolutely nothing, there’s no template for it, and there’s no way to say that something isn’t what you wanted it to be, because that was just a vague idea. I’m not making shoes. I don’t know what I’m making. A lot of time I’ve started out to make one thing and I’ve ended up making something utterly different. I would begin writing a piece of music and it would become a drawing. I’m talking really different. I’m in a state of insecurity at the moment.

Q: Could that be why, when some people describe you, they use words like “innovator”? That you have this ability to bring things from nothing into existence? 

A: Everyone can do that if they want to. I’m convinced of that, that’s for sure. That everyone can’t is a bit of a myth, in the sense that absolutely everyone can sing. I think people are taught that they can’t do stuff way too early. I just wish we had a national music day like they do in France, when everybody sings and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not all in tune. That’s part of why I’m bothered that half of the things I do are amateur in a way, in a lot of ways. The animation I do is kind of amateur, the orchestration is pretty amateur, but I give them all a shot and I try not to worry that it doesn’t look very pro. 

Q: In a 2007 interview on Swedish television you asked a rhetorical question about if the world needs another multimedia show. Does it? 


A: Ha. Good question. At the time, I probably was going to do another one anyway. Needed or not, I might just have fun doing it. I don’t know… I wish I knew what the world needed. If I knew, I would try to contribute. But I have no idea what it needs, so I just try to think of something else that would be interesting to do.

Saturday, 30 April 2016

"o superman" - laurie anderson


"O Superman" is quite definitely one of the most brilliant songs ever recorded. You can find it on Laurie Anderson's 1981 album Big Science which is a more digestible collection of tracks from the 4 hour performance piece United States. Brilliantly, it was also released as a single, despite being resolutely non-commercial and it hit number 2 in the UK charts. 

I've loved this song since I first heard it one evening in 1981 on wonderful Radio 1. What a shock; the eight and half minutes of hypnotic electronica really stood out amongst the fluffy new wave synth pop of the time. 

Utterly unique. Weirdly soothing but unsettling, terribly sad and melancholy too. The only recognisably musical sounds are the glorious synths that buzz in towards the end, and the occasional use of flute and saxophone. The softly repeated, compulsively insistent "ha ha ha ha " is so odd, so unlike anything else, but instead of being off-putting, it becomes comforting and familiar by the end, so that when the song finally stops, the listener is left bereft. 

It's an astounding achievement. How on earth did Laurie come up with this? The song was written in late 1979 not long after the Americans had initiated a disastrous attempt to rescue the hostages held in the US embassy in Tehran. Helicopter blades whipped up the desert sands into the engines and the end result was some downed planes and no sign of the hostages. Laurie was in the middle of writing her mammoth United States, a series of monologues and songs that took a sideways look at the state of the USA at the start of the new decade, and she decided to write a song about the utter failure of the avowedly superior US technology. 

Lyrically she was initially inspired by an aria written by Jules Massenet for his 1885 opera Le Cid. The aria begins "O souverain, o juge, o père" which Laurie appropriated and altered slightly, changing the Sovereign to a Superman and adding in a Mom to join the Dad. Right from the start it's clear that this song is about Force, Justice and Love. 

Laurie envisaged the lyrics as a conversation with a higher power, but unlike Massenet's glorious prayer to Heaven, this would be via the way more mundane channel of a telephone answer machine. This juxtaposition of the powerful and the ordinary crops up throughout the song. Laurie was struck by how the USA is always portrayed as the great defender of fairness and goodness and Mom's home-made apple pie, but that the country was also capable of terrible acts of aggression and violence. 

The softly repeated "ha ha ha ha" which carries on throughout the song was intended to be a sort of electronic version of a Greek chorus. It's likely that Phillip Glass's groundbreaking opera Einstein On The Beach (1976) may have influenced this - the Glass work had repeated examples of softly chanted numbers, insistent and compelling in just the same way as Laurie's "ha ha ha ha". Laurie fed the voices through a vocoder, a voice synth originally developed by the US military, which she felt seemed very fitting. The unanswered answer machine messages pile on the feeling of disconnection, of isolation, but then suddenly the machine appears to reply, "Well, you don't know me, but I know you..." which only ramps up the spooky and spooked mood. And it's message is a simple phrase, delivered plainly but it still somehow creates a real sense of foreboding and deepening catastrophe.... "Here come the planes..."  

In the summer of 2001, Laurie had brought "O Superman" back into her live set, for the first time in years. After 9/11 she considered removing it again, but decided to keep it in the set as the song seemed to take on a whole new resonance. Laurie noted that the song seemed very relevant again - after all, she said, it's basically still the same war, and US planes are still crashing... The version available on the Live In New York album, recorded just days after the fall of the Twin Towers, shows Laurie's voice trembling at times as she performs a highly emotionally charged version of "O Superman". 

So who was speaking, who was warning of the planes? The answer claims to be "the hand that takes". Is this the chill fingers of Death? We are warned of the planes again, but then the dread is dialled back a touch with the rather more chirpy "They're American planes, made in America. Smoking or non smoking?" as if the mysterious voice is merely checking our bags in at the airport. But after quoting the slogan of the US postal service the song takes a darker and more sombre turn once more, the synth wash in the background becomes an ominous hum as in quick succession we lose the love, the judge and even the deity from the opening lines... 
"When love is gone, there's always justice, when justice is gone there's always force..." What's left? "...and when force is gone, there's always Mom... Hi Mom."

So when we are left with nothing, we still have our Mother, and Laurie entreats her to hold us. But in these days of technology and guns and oil and warfare, Mom coldly holds us with military arms, petrochemical arms, electronic arms... and with that the song fires up a deeply treated saxophone / synth duet for a musical coda which subsides after just 45 seconds leaving us with only the continuous "ha ha ha ha" again. Then, without warning, everything stops. Silence.


Originally only 1000 copies had been made of this single, but fortunately one reached John Peel in the UK, and he played it a number of times. Interest was such that the song started to gain airplay on daytime Radio 1 as well, and suddenly Warner Brothers had to press 80,000 copies of the single. It rapidly rose to number 2 in the UK charts.

Laurie made a video for the song, a mesmerising performance which used elements from her stage show at the time - such as the spooky light-in-mouth effect. The video begins with a huge white globe, like bleached out sun, over which a shiny suited Laurie casts a shadow with her arm. With her fist tightly bunched she moves her arm and the shadow copies, until she drops her am and the shadow remains... the disembodied arm shadow returns later to wave goodbye. It's very disconcerting. 


Incidentally, David Bowie took to performing the song on his 1997 Earthling tour. Sung by bass guitarist Gail Ann Dorsey this was a largely faithful cover though some programmed drums kept the piece rattling along. Bowie himself played saxophone and sang a few backing vocals. Interestingly the song still carried the same unsettling mood as the original, despite the more energetic live setting. Bowie had also borrowed from "O Superman" for the softly repetitive "huh huh huh" backing vocals on "Loving The Alien" in 1984.


Back in 1981 I had absolutely no idea what the song was about, but I was utterly gripped by it. Nothing else sounded remotely like it. In the 1980s there was a genuine background fear of nuclear war; programmes like Threads showed us a horribly realistic scenario if the bomb dropped. To me, "O Superman" was a sort of soundtrack to the end of the world. It seemed to be worrying yet hopeful at the same time. This was music that would be suitable for a nuclear winter. It had a stillness and quiet about it that was deeply troubling and the occasional birdsong seemed to suggest that, at the end of it all, perhaps that's all we'd hear. No more technology, just birdsong.

Today, "O Superman" still has a strange Cold War feel to it, there's still an aura of finality, of resignation, of acceptance - "Here come the planes" is sung without any fear or panic, it's merely a statement of fact, yet it causes such feelings of fear and apprehension. And in today's still troubled world, the relevance of those lines is stronger than ever. And the song still sounds like nothing else, and I'm sure it never will. It is totally unique, and continues to have a totally unique fascination for me.


"O Superman  (for Massenet)"
Written by Laurie Anderson 1980.

O Superman. O Judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O Judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.

Hi. I'm not home right now. 
But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home?
Well, you don't know me, but I know you. And I've got a message to give to you.

Here come the planes.

So you better get ready. Ready to go.
You can come as you are, but pay as you go.
Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really?
And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.

Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America. Smoking or non-smoking?

And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justice is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom.
Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms.
Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms.
Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.


Wednesday, 30 March 2016

"another day in america" - laurie anderson

Recently the moon has been incredible, huge and glowing, lighting up the garden, lighting up the kitchen, where I sometimes sit, late at night, just looking up at the sky. A week or so back, just to the left of the moon, was an extra bright dot in the sky. That was Jupiter, more than 100 times bigger than our Earth. How amazing to see that!

I love looking up at the stars, the more you look, the more you see. It's astonishing to think that these stars are so many millions of miles away, lightyears away, bafflingly vast distances, yet we can still see them, though they are completely untouchable and unknowable.

On her wonderful 2010 album Homeland, (an album that everyone should have a copy of), Laurie Anderson has an amazing track called "Another Day In America". Narrated by the Voice Of Authority, Fenway Bergamot, (a pitch shifted Laurie, speaking in a newsreader type voice) over indescribably sad, thoughtful swirls and drones, this always makes me very reflective and oddly calm. 

After touching on such weighty topics as "what are days for?" (the answer, "to put between the endless nights") or Kierkegaard's theory that this world can only really be understood if life was to be lived backwards ("which would entail an incredible amount of planning... and confusion..."), Laurie then talks about the stars. In these violent and turbulent times, I, like Laurie, find it comforting to look up at the stars, celestial bodies that are forever, permanent, regardless of what madness goes on, down here on Earth.

But she concludes that bit of the piece with these words that I find deeply ominous and desperately sad...

"And you know the reason I really love the stars is that we cannot hurt them.
We can't burn them or melt them or make them overflow.
We can't flood them or blow them up or turn them out.
But we are reaching for them.
We are reaching for them."

Thursday, 26 September 2013

laurie anderson musings


Looking at a few vids on youtube recently I discovered that some kind soul has upped the whole of Laurie Anderson's movie Home Of The Brave - the document of her 1985 tour, and a film that I’d never seen.

I have now. 
And it’s absolutely great – much better than the rather short soundtrack album (on which half the songs have been re-recorded in the studio anyway), and it’s brilliant to see Laurie being so very active, rather than the lecture-style she has adopted in more recent years. And Adrian Belew is so chirpy, as always, a great bonus to have him on stage.

The drum pads all over her body are cool, the dancing / choreography is cool, the songs are cool, the whole thing (in spite of a few dodgy 80s fashions / hair) is so very very cool. Hell, even William Burroughs crops up, being all decrepit and croaky. The projections and the backdrops are great, but I especially like the choreography – everything on stage is so perfectly placed, perfectly thought out. And there’s a really funny bit when Laurie phones her keyboard player, just across the stage to talk about what they’re going to do next.
You get the sense that had Laurie been that little bit more famous then Home Of The Brave could have been her Stop Making Sense and cemented her image in the minds of the general public. Then again, she’d probably have hated that. Apparently Home Of The Brave is unavailable on DVD which is a terrible shame.
With a nifty little ‘capture the sound off youtube vids’ gizmo that Lucy helped me find I have indeed captured the sound of the show and split it into individual tracks. Of the 18 or so songs, only four are the same recordings as on the soundtrack album, so the film versions are really worth having. "Smoke Rings" wins the prize as cracking rediscovery of the day. Laurie and the singers act out a game show - in Spanish. What a beautifully mad song!

"Que es mas macho - lightbulb o schoolbus?"
"….Uh… lightbulb?"
"No! Lo siento. Schoolbus es mas macho que lightbulb".
It’s brilliant. No idea why, but it just is.

Plus I’ve found a few more rare tracks on youtube – some very interesting pieces from the Homeland period. First up is “Mambo and Bling” which was available only at 2008 concerts and is kind of a dry run for “Another Day In America” – narrated by Fenway Bergamot, some of the lines actually crop up in the Homeland track. The b side of “Mambo” is called “Behind The Screen” and is an instrumental – all moody violins and spooky keyboards and it’s wonderful. Then there’s the b side of the “Only An Expert” single – “Pictures and Things” is again rather like “Another Day In America” and picks up many of the lines from “Mambo” that weren’t recycled into “ADIA”.  Together all three of these lengthy Fenway tracks have a few overlaps, but all have some fascinating lines of their own, and I just love the mood that’s generated by the combination of the Voice of Authority and those ever so sad violins and keys.

There’s also an amazing version of "Another Day In America" from the Jimmy Fallon talk show in the US. Laurie is dressed as Fenway, the voice of authority, just like on the cover of Homeland, and she looks really freaky. And she’s backed by a guy playing the biggest saxophone I’ve ever seen. It must be as tall as he is. It’s incredible.