30/04/2012

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Kurdish Stockholm Electro by Zhala

Zhala Rifat is the most recent act to emerge from the Stockholm electro-scene. After having been the back-up girl to Lykke Li during her American and European tour, she’s about to drop her first album during the year. But Zhala isn’t a newcomer in the industry. Already In 1998, at the age of 11, she was nominated for a Swedish Grammis Award along with composer Klas Widén. However, the release date of her album debut is still, after 1,5 years of production, yet to be set.

“I already have many songs recorded, but I’m not sure how I want to put together the album, I’ll take my time. Since you only get to make one debut album I have to make sure I spend enough time on it. Lately, I’ve just been trying to get all the melodies and sounds in my head into songs.”

The Rifat family is of Kurdish-descent, thus; Zhala was raised to the sounds of Kurdistan, a heritage that is very much present in her own tunes.

“Kurdish music has a very repetitive rhythm. I grew up with kurdish music so its a very natural part of me now. I love the feeling kurdish music brings, and the melodies, more than the texture, it feels like techno!”

The other week, her first video was released – “Slippin’ around”. Any efforts of trying to refer the visuals to anything else in popular culture would be somewhat redundant, unless you go for the “Björk circa Volta”-card. The video features Zhala herself as a mix between a surrealistic Middle Eastern-geisha and a Hindu-goddess, and was directed by Makode Linde, the artist which stirred quite a scandal with his anti-racist “Painful cake”-exhibition at Moderna Museet in Stockholm last week during World Art Day.

“I love cake! Makode really understands me and my music, he can express it visually. I try to mirror my experiences with sound, and my experiences are unique. And there’s a reason why he’s the world’s most talked about artist at the moment…”

At the moment, Zhala is busy performing, recording and booking gigs for the summer festivals, and still makes time to organize the lesbian club Donna Scam once in a while. Rumour has it that we haven’t seen the last of this woman.

“The greatest memory I have of performing is at Gagnef-festival in Sweden, performing with my friend Shamoun a couple of years ago. We had a big loving party on stage and I think everyone was peaking at that point. I’ve been practicing music in different ways since forever. The music always takes different forms, that’s just a natural part of my development.”

Petsy von Köhler – photo courtesy of Zhala Zhino Rifat

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30/04/2012

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Ryan Mrozowski at Pierogi Gallery

“A Mouth That Might Sing,” Ryan Mrozowski’s third Pierogi exhibit in three years, kicked off at the popular Williamsburg gallery last Friday (April 27th) and runs until the last weekend of May. The title is a fitting one: Quite a bit of Mrozowski’s work features spectators sitting in a theater, waiting in anticipation for some sort of spectacle. Much of the room in his paintings are devoted to the back of people’s heads. Inside they appear to be asking the same question we ask ourselves every day: What is going to happen next?

Mrozowski, a Philadelphia native who has been living in Brooklyn since earning his MFA from Pratt in 2005, repeatedly takes familiar objects—baseball cards, book pages, advertisements—and removes the main focal point, leaving a mere shadow of an outline in its place. The viewer can’t help but see themselves somewhere in the void. This makes me anxious for two reasons: (1) Something is happening to me; (2) I don’t know what it is.

Paintings like “Skirmish” and “Enthusiasts” focus on the audience, not the stage, turning the regular paying folks into the real spectacle in the process. (Isn’t the audience always the real spectacle? Experiment: Try going to the movies in Union Square on a Friday night.) Another, “Molecule”, features a dog with no neck, his head floating aimlessly above his body. Part Helmut Koller, part Francis Bacon, “Molecule” manages to be clean and violent (the dog is alive, but he has no neck) without being over the top or kitschy (the dog looks proud). Like most of the work on display here, it’s simultaneously disturbing and familiar, like a herd of cows floating above their grazing grounds.

A notable addition to Mrozowski’s oeuvre is his recent “Book Page” series, in which double-sided found book pages are floated over a single light bulb to create a hybrid image (a third image, to be exact, or as the PR people like to call it, a “hidden collage”) that distorts the viewers’ depth perception. Likewise, the short film “Palimpsest” shows a girl lost wandering an apartment doing ordinary things—going to the fridge, navigating furniture, slamming a door in sheer terror—while falling in and out of her own shadow. We may not physically fall out of our own shadows, per se, but we’ve all been here before: confused, rattled, and in the midst of a late-night existential crisis when all we wanted was a drink of warm milk to help us back to sleep.

Ryan Mrozowski at Pierogi Gallery, 177 N. 9th Street, Brooklyn, NY, April 27th—May 27th.

Lane Koivu – Images courtesy of Pierogi Gallery

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27/04/2012

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Bas Princen at the Architectural Association

This Wednesday, renowned Dutch photographer Bas Princen gave a stirring lecture at London’s Architectural Association, in which he discussed technique, the informal maquettes he uses for visual study and the strange informal relationship growing cities in the developing have to the landscapes they quickly overtake. The image that has perhaps come to embody his work is an iconic shot of a squat office tower in Texas, its garish mirrored gold façade somehow serving to make it entirely invisible within its innocuous American surroundings, and it is in this tenuous play of landscape against/among/without/within the built environment that the magic of Princen’s photos lies.


Unlike most photographers, whose subject focus comes perhaps through long processes of elimination, Princen was first trained as an architect and so has a keen sense for the built environment. That he shoots architecture was written in the stars, it seems. It’s been said that his sweeping, dramatic photographs slice through buildings and somehow omnipotently display and expose them from within. He chalks this up to the all-knowing eyes of the camera and admitted that he often discovers new things about a place he’s been through his images. And also unlike other, perhaps more romantic photographers, he doesn’t place much importance on an interesting story behind a bland image, saying instead that what is most important in a good image is that it be capable in itself of telling a powerful story.

The dramatic interplay of landscape and architecture (both formal and informal) in Princen’s work has culminated in book called Reservoirs which eloquently, forcefully highlights an uncomfortable and tenuous relationship of the built with the natural. From massive public works projects in the desert outside Los Angeles to Chinese landscapes being subsumed by buildings, these images beg massive questions about 21st century urbanism and make reference the terrifying majesty of architecture itself.


Interestingly, although his exhibited images have always been on shot on large format film with stationary view cameras, he has recently made a shift to high-end digital. The choice, he imagines, could change his work tangibly and will almost certainly result in more abstract images. And although we’re never really keen on an artist’s abandonment of analog (and many, including Cindy Sherman, have made sweeping total shifts in the past couple of years), we’re nonetheless interested in seeing his work pushed towards new frontiers.

Princen’s exhibition opens tonight, Friday 27 April, starting at 6:30pm in London’s Bedford Square and will run until the 26th of May.

Tag Christof – Images courtesy Van Kranendonk Gallery and Architectural Association

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26/04/2012

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Dick Clark: 1929–2012

America’s Oldest Teenager is dead. Dick Clark—both the man and the brand—played a large role in defining American popular culture over the past half century. His star had steadily been fading since he suffered a stroke in the early 2000s, but few were on Clark’s level, and his fingerprints retain a tight grip on American media. American Bandstand, the show he turned into a national sensation, ran from 1957 until the late 80s and was the longest-running music show in American history. He cast a long shadow in the television and music industries; there’d be no American Idol, no Punk’d or Ryan Seacrest without him. I hate to say this, but there might not even be a Snooki.

Clark never courted controversy or sensationalism, and instead fashioned himself as something like the friendly neighbor next door: innocent, wholesome and familiar as vanilla ice-cream. He was an astute salesman, not a cultural icon. I don’t think he was ever a teenager. “If he had a public personality,” the NY Times wrote in their obituary, “it was the genial but sexually non-threatening affability of an efficient executive determined to get the job done and to get rich doing it.” He embodied the simple values of middle-class America, calming millions of nervous parents for thirty minutes each night. You could leave your kid alone with good ol’ Dick. He bottled up youth, shook out the blemishes, and sold it back to us wholesale.


He did get rich doing it. Very rich. Dick Clark Productions, the company he built on the shoulders of American Bandstand, would quickly expand into movies, game shows, award shows, comedy specials, talk shows, children’s programming, and reality programming, accumulating over 7,500 hours of programming in the process. In addition to Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, which started in 1974 and is currently hosted by—I can’t believe I’m saying this—Ryan Seacrest, and “$10,000 Pyramid,” a popular game show that competed with Jeopardy! and The Price Is Right and helped lay the groundwork for future game shows like Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?.

Clark was never shy about making money, and like any good producer, his influence was hard to miss even when you couldn’t see him. “My greatest asset in life,” he once quipped, “was I never lost touch with hot dogs, hamburgers, going to the fair and hanging out at the mall.” No, he didn’t. The wholesome values he pushed have become antiquated and kitsch, but a good deal of the hubbub surrounding his death owes a lot to the fact that Dick never lost touch with American viewers; most of the broadcasting platforms he established remain as bankable as they were in his heyday.

Just ask, well, you know his name.

Lane Koivu

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25/04/2012

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The First Note On The Horn – Tokyo Burning

At Eleven, formerly known as Yellow, the pioneering and revered night club in the heart of Tokyo, the squared box in the second basement was already trembling in a blast.

Around midnight, when the Sly Mongoose appeared on the stage, we heard the rumble of distant thunder, then the first note on the horn boosted the fervor of the audience. You would easily get caught by this Sly Mongoose, a Japanese instrumental group with an intriguing mix of percussive and electric eccentric groove. Listen to one of their tracks Snakes and Ladder for example, which became international DJs’ favourite in 2006 and arose a vogue worldwide.

We heard our ears pop from the roar, the audience was roaring for more. At the backstage we met Kuni the trumpetist. With his lady horn Monette, he spoke with a warm smile on his face. “After the March 11th 2011, it’s true, some moved out of Tokyo, some moved out of the music scene, some moved out of their lives themselves… Simply, what I can say now is, I’m thankful to be able to play and see those people gathering again, here, right now.”

This night, Kuni was back to his old club, where he once had blazed a trail in developing a fusion of DJ and musical instruments in the late 90s, leading a legendary DnB party Earth People. Born and raised in the very center of Tokyo, the little boy was fascinated by the first visit show of The Commodores in early 70s, at his home, stimulated by the pervasive aroma of indian incense arranged by his mother with her arms loaded down with bracelets.

“Jazz seeping through an Altec, Soul Train on TV… My father himself was a singer and a trumpeter too, always with a pipe in his mouth. He allowed me to play his horn once in a while. I would say, my home atmosphere was rather unique, definitely not a typical Japanese one.”

He experienced his own first horn at his age of 12, which was the year 1982 when Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers came to Tokyo. It was really natural for him to step in the world of music. Yet when he received the scholarship to enter the Barklee College of Music with a great enthusiasm to further his study, one question emerged as a major preoccupation in his mind: What does it mean to do Jazz as a Japanese?

One August night in New York in 1988, he was there to explore the dreamt local music scene before entering his college. Wynton Marsalis was on the stage at Alice Tully Hall, Lincoln Center for Performing Arts. “That night, after the show, I went to see Wynton at the backstage, just like in Tokyo. He welcomed me and said, ‘Bring your horn and just stop by.’ He handed me a note with his home address and phone number.” Then he smiled softly, “Wynton was there one day when I called him. So, I went to see him. At the time when I left his house, a hint was dropped to that question smoldering in my mind…” (…to be continued)

Ai Mitsuda

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23/04/2012

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Welcome to Monkeytown

Modeselektor are a band that formed soon after the fall of the Berlin Wall, and their musical arc over the past decade has been appropriately thundering, celebratory and without borders, seamlessly incorporating elements of IDM, hip-hop, jazz, dub, and pop. Their genre is at best haphazard; no one knows what to call it, everybody moves to it. Their tunes work equally just as well with a bag of kabenzis as they do with a hit of MDMA or acid, and often both will do.

Gernot Bronsert and Sebastian Szary started out as DJs, evolved into a production team, and in the process ended up becoming full on songwriters. Sometimes they sound like two scientists breaking new territory, other times like two kids breaking into their parent’s weed stash, but their compass always points to the dance floor. None other than Thom Yorke has appeared on two of the duo’s last three albums and seems to be their biggest fan.


They’re more of a musician’s musician over in America, a DJ’s DJ, but the Americans in attendance at either of their two New York shows last week (one at the Music Hall of Williamsburg, one at Webster Hall) didn’t seem to mind the outside world’s lack of interest. “Yes!” was all anyone could seem to say over tracks from Happy Birthday! and Hello Mom!. This is because Modeselektor sound better live: Unlike many of their producer/musician/DJ counterparts, Bronsert and Szary prefer the stage to the studio, and their tunes take on a new dimension when heard in real life. It’s like a DJ set, only they’re DJing their own stuff. James Murphy, are you listening?

Technical, bottom-heavy, calculated with every gesture; even their name comes from a machine function on the Roland RE-201 space echo analog delay effects unit. One can imagine these two sitting in the corner of the discothèque arms crossed sipping on a pint of vodka lime, nodding slowly under the flurry of lights. But considering they called their last album Monkeytown we can assume they don’t take themselves too seriously. The same goes for their music. “I wanna make you sweat―bass bass drum! Hyper! Hyper!” one song boasts. “We put some energy into this place―I want to ask you something: are you ready?”

Lane Koivu

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18/04/2012

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The Editorial: Mr. Stevens’ Salone

For the occasion of this year’s Salone del Mobile, The Blogazine will be bringing you behind-the-scenes and up close and personal looks at happenings around Milan. From today until Monday, we’re diving into design and we hope to see you both here and out on the streets! Happy Salone!

It was many, many moons ago that industrial designer Brooks Stevens popularized the seductive idea of planned obsolescence. The formula was straightforward and seductive enough: design objects would come with an abbreviated lifespan built-in that would pay dividends both for producers and consumers. A constant need for new would ensure a steady stream of demand, and by keeping the populace steadily supplied with the latest goodies their quality of life would ostensibly rise. The bold postwar logic paid off handsomely for decades.

And while our unbridled consumer society is still very much entrenched in this vicious cycle, we have at the very least begun en masse to question the deeply unsustainable system on which our throwaway culture is based. Demand for durable goods continues to rise in tandem with a vibrant DIY culture. And Brooks Steven’s successors, the designers of today, must consider any product’s birth to death cycle as a central matter in its conception.

Except, it seems, at our hometown’s signature event, Salone Del Mobile. Behind the flashy kitchens, clever new chairs and utopian marketing speak lies a post-postmodern version of planned obsolescence that is perhaps even more toxic than its forbear. A kissing cousin to fashion’s dramatically accelerated throwaway cycle, design objects at Salone are sold both on the basis of their implied quality and innovativeness, as well as on pure considerations of cool. Since it’s more than a bit difficult to actually make a chair obsolete, the impetus is to put it out of fashion. Translucent plastic is in! Now wood! Metal! Now formica! Curves! No, angles! Neutrals! Come on, neons!



All of which is well enough in isolation: just as runway fashion influences the wider ecosystem of clothes, Salone’s whimsy and taste making serves as an important reference point for a constantly richer world of designed objects, and its influence inevitably trickles down through all levels of culture. Nevertheless, its most unfortunate byproduct happens to be that, as with fast fashion, concerns of sustainability almost always take a backseat to a gotta-have-it mentality amped up by powerful marketing and masterful branding.

As an added downside, the fast fast fashion ethos on display in Milan’s design seems also to have drowned out the radical innovation the fair was once known for. A sense of “Salone is nothing like it used to be” is nearly universal among those who were lucky enough to attend the fair in the 1980s and 1990s. And the very sad truth is that design’s vanguard is no longer in Milan: the hyper-imaginative works of the likes of the Memphis designers have given way to pricey “design” trinkets designed by celebrity designers. The only real innovations on display have recently come from optimistic students and other young designers and are relegated to Lambrate and other cubbyholes around the city. But the real problem solving, visionary and radical design moved on a long time ago.

So, hit the fair this year with a critical eye. Listen to the young designers. Listen to the very old designers. If we look beyond the trends to to the good design beneath, if we keep asking the right questions, we might just bring Milan back.

Tag Christof, Images courtesy Vitra

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17/04/2012

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Ecstatic Alphabets/Heaps of Language at MoMA

In our everyday life we never actually ‘think’ about the language. While for most the language is often invisible, some are more attracted to its visible form – the letters.

Significantly, graphic designers sometimes get lost in this tangible form of basic human expression, often considering the visible part as an abstract form, thus ignoring its meaning. But they are not the only ones who work with material qualities of language. Since Apollinaire and concrete poetry movement, artist and poets have been handling language as a physical structure.

It is exactly this kind of approach that MoMA is trying to investigate in its latest exhibition entitled “Ecstatic Alphabets/Heaps of Language”. The curator Laura Hoptman has decided to take an insight into material qualities of language explored by artist working with a wide range of media.

The exhibition provides both a historical look (even though some of the artist could still be considered contemporary) through the works of Carl Andre, Marcel Broodthaers, Henri Chopin, Marcel Duchamp, Ian Hamilton Finlay, John Giorno, Kitasono Katue, Ferdinand Kriwet, Liliane Lijn, Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, Bruce Nauman, Lawrence Weiner and others.

While these modernist experiments are being presented through a timeline, in order to get a broader historical view of the phenomenon and tell the story of concrete language in visual art, the contemporary part of the exhibition focuses on the new ways of investigating the concrete language phenomenon. Hence, the ratios has become not only a poet but also writer, graphic designer, performer and publisher working with a contemporary mix of the available media.

Thus, the fact that among the impressive list of contemporary artist we can find designers like Experimental Jetset, isn’t a pure coincidence. Since graphic design has become an evolving collaborative approach, more than a defined discipline, this exhibition sheds some light on these kind of practices, that both open the discipline to contaminations from other fields as well as free it from the duties of (commercial) communication.

The exhibition, opening the 6th of May and running until 27th of August, will be accompanied by a catalogue curated by Stuart Bailey and David Reinfurt from Dexter Sinister. If you actually manage to miss the exhibition, you must stay tuned for their Bulletins of the Serving Library where concrete language goes digital.

Rujana Rebernjak

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13/04/2012

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Kraftwerk Retro at MoMA

How much are you willing to pay to see Kraftwerk? The question loomed large on the 59,280 distressed minds who’d uniformly failed to get tickets the morning of February 22nd. “You are waiting in the queue,” the screen repeated for hours on end. “You do not need to refresh, this page will automatically redirect you when it is your turn to purchase tickets.” For the 99%, that turn never came. No surprise―the legendary electronic pioneers retrospective eight night stint at MoMA only had room for 400 people per night, and a quarter of those tickets went to Volkswagen to give away in raffles and promo plugs. The rest were shuttered to the Craigslist gutters, where the cheapest ticket would set you back a month or two’s rent.

Kraftwerk have been called many things: the Beatles of pop, the godfathers of hip-hop, the founders of electronic music, etc., but they’re also very funny, though you’re likely find water in hell before you see Ralf Hütter laughing. Are they trying to be? For a bunch of humans bent on disappearing into the technology they embrace, not bluffing is very important. “This show will be performed by robots and no one I know will attend!” one fan whined, and he was right. No one knew any real humans who were going, just like how no one knows how Kraftwerk makes the sounds they do, especially in a live setting. The aura that surrounds the music is almost as mysterious as the men who make it.

But there is something deeply ironic about four Germans making funky music while standing stoically behind pods, tinkering with computers, synthesizers and, according to one MoMA employee, iPads. They’re pop stars, yet their hips don’t shake, and I’ve never seen their eyes blink. Their attention to detail is astonishing, kind of like watching a master mechanic pound out a five-cylinder engine from sheet metal, only Kraftwerk’s engine is responsible for churning out some of the best pop singles of the last 40 years: “The Robots,” “The Model,” “Autobahn,” not to mention entire albums: Trans-Europe Express, The Man-Machine, Radio-Activity. So yeah, they work like robots, all day in night in their legendary Kling Klank studio just outside of Düsseldorf, but the music that comes out of it continues to be strangely warm and innately human.

Lane Koivu

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12/04/2012

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Guest Interview n° 39: Paul Holdengraber 2/2

Last week we kicked off the first part of a lengthy conversation with Paul Holdengraber, the New York Public Library’s dexterous Director of Public Events. A master conversationalist, Holdengraber continues to redefine the role of public discourse with his program “LIVE from the NYPL” and, more recently, The Paul Holdengraber Show. Conversations can run the gamut from pre-war Vienna and psychoanalysis (with Eric Kandel) to Americana, Poppers and Johnny Mathis (with John Waters). He’s held court with the likes of Chris Blackwell, William Kentridge, and Javier Marías; upcoming talks include Van Cliburn, Jesmyn Ward, and Slavoj Zizek.

See upcoming events from LIVE From the NYPL here. Watch The Paul Holdengraber show here.

Below is Part II of Holdengraber’s conversation with 2DM’s Lane Koivu. Read Part I here.

You think that tradition [of oratory discussion] is dwindling for my generation?
Well you are substantially younger than I am, but I partake in part of your generation in part I suspect, because I have a little machine of torture sitting there, and we’re all in the city walking around as if praying in front of some wall with this machine and people are constantly―though not that much, considering how much they do it―bumping into each other. But when you walk around the city all you see is people with their Blackberrys. Wherever they are―in restaurants―carrying on a romance or a conversation while sitting next to somebody. I think all of that maybe lessens the art of conversation.

Do you think information is lessened? Or do you think it’s for nothing?
I don’t know exactly.

Let’s talk about your research process.
It’s a mixture of many things. Just as you came in here I was with my research assistant. I have a research assistant who helps me greatly. Anthony.

But basically I spend an enormous amount of time reading. As much time as I possibly can thinking about [the subject]. And then I construct in my mind the arc of the conversation. What I like to talk about is an organized web of obsessions. Just before you came in, Anthony said “Where do you think you’ll start?” And I said, “I think in this particular place, we’ll start square in center, with Vienna that he left at age 11, and the Vienna that my father, who’s 93 years old, both my parents are Viennese and left Vienna to spend the war years in Haiti, where my father left after his second year of medicine. And what promises Vienna still offers us as today a model for knowledge, and what was destroyed with the assassination and destruction of the Viennese and other Jews in Europe. I think I want to make it rather personal at that moment and bring my own body into the conversation. I’m not an impartial interviewer. I bring my own personality and sense of self into it. When you came to Werner I wasn’t absent, I was there. Hopefully I didn’t interrupt him but brought to the conversation my own experience. Some things I didn’t know. I don’t know about linear B, I don’t know what he was talking about.

But you manage steer it back to the focal point of the conversation.
Well, I try.

It can’t be easy with someone like Werner Herzog.
Unless you’re in Iceland for five hours. So the preparation is very important. It’s a bit like theatre in that there’s so much more behind the scenes. I had 120 clips and images ready for Werner. I had what he taught me, which is: Never give names, only give numbers. 17, 12, 19, 55, so that any people can get the clip right. Because also―like you―when you talk to someone you don’t want to constantly be in your notes. But you’re going to need some things.

That’s what I noticed watching you: you never look down.
Very little. As little as possible. The goal is to arrive on stage with nothing. When I grow up, that’s what I’d like. But as little as possible. With John Waters, that was just… he was so wonderful. There another case. I just fell in love with the book. It was like Patti Smith’s. Reading “Just Kids” or reading “Role Models”, I just love it.

With “Role Models”, it’s very conversational writing. It’s almost as if he’s in the room. And the way he brought up Leslie Van Houtan and the Manson murders.
Oh, God! Yeah. It’s amazing that you remind me of that, because in a way he tests the limits of empathy. He manages to make you understand a person so dissimilar from you. Which is not unlike my fascination for someone like Jay-Z. I mean, what do I know? I know nothing about hip-hop. But somehow “Decoded” got me to understand a world I didn’t know. I never listened to hip-hop until very recently. In the fall I interview Peter Townshend. So what do I know about that world? Nothing. But I’ll discover everything. And what a joy. So I always say, using the line of a famous Italian historian named Carlo Ginzburg, he always says that he approaches his subjects with a euphoria of ignorance. That’s exactly it: you know very little and then it becomes euphoric just to learn about it.

So each time I approach a subject with as many possible tools for understanding what it is the writer, filmmaker or musician wants to express. And I put myself in the position of you, the audience. What do you want to know? You try as you close your eyes the night before in a sheer utter panic and anxiety, because I feel it each and every time. People say, “Oh, it must be so easy.” Are you kidding? It’s terribly difficult. Consider this person here, Eric Kandel, 82 years old, a Nobel Prize. Well, he’s talking to me. What do I know? Speaking to Harry Belafonte. He is a man whose work’s behind him. Not that he doesn’t have enormous work in front of him. But such an incredible life, such an incredible story. What do people want to know? What are the claims on his story that we want to bring out?

You possess an endless curiosity that is central to your work.
Yes, the more interests we have the more interesting we are.

You often say, “Digression is the sunshine of narrative.”
Yeah, it’s sort of my favorite line, I never can’t use it. I’ve said it many times because it’s certainly the way my mind works. When we start to talk, things fall out of our pocket. We talk and the sheer power of continuity and serendipity enliven a conversation. You go by many roads to arrive at some point. The side road, the back road, is often so much more interesting than just straight on.

Are you more concerned with a conversations end, or just the beginning?
The arc of the conversation when I think of it is the beginning and the end. I knew where I started with Werner, and I knew where we would end. And Werner loves endings, so you may have noticed that he nearly got up. He doesn’t want anything beyond that. He knows that we’ll take it up again. I try not to go beyond two hours. [Pulls out a metal stopwatch] I always have this on the table next to me. Always. And about ten minutes before the two hours, I might say something like “In closing,” just to give the audience a sense of relieve that they can go and have dinner. And you also need to leave people hungry.

When you construct a conversation, is it all in your head?
What I’m trying to figure out between now and Wednesday is, “What is the thread?” So I can’t quite say. The process is hard to answer, because it’s a mixture of taking notes, of course. I do believe there’s a relationship between one’s head and one’s brain. I do write by hand, and with a fountain pen.

You don’t write on the computer?
I mainly take notes. And then I try to dissociate myself from them, not to have them too much. Another way of putting it would be, I try not to be too worried. Or perhaps not to be worried at all by the next question. You know, here you are in my situation. You know, “Holdengraber’s going to finish saying something, what do I ask him?”

Yes!
You know that situation―I know that situation. It’s an uncomfortable one when it’s predominant and when it dominates. Partly because when you have this great tool here you don’t have to be too worried that you miss something because it’s there. But in a live conversation there ain’t nothing, except my mother’s favorite comment: two ears, one mouth. The only thing you have is to listen to the person. So when I talk about the arc I try to relax; well, I don’t relax at all I’m completely on edge, but I try to be as porous as possible, and not let the anxiety get in the way of dictating what it is I need to move on to. And also not to be too afraid, and that’s really hard.

Are you thinking of your audience?
I’m trying to forget them, and in the good conversations they’re no longer there. You saw with Werner, it’s very palpable. But I don’t want this relationship of distancing, I want to be as close with someone else as I can and talk to them. You and me, we could have done this interview over the phone, and I’ve done plenty of interviews over the phone, but I think there’s a difference.

I wanted to ask you about influences, but I think that could take a lifetime to sort through.
Partly, I will say that I was brought up in a culture of conversation and dialogue. A lot of it happened around the kitchen table arguing with my parents. My parents together now are 180 years old―93 and 87. And I grew up in a world where ideas and trying to sustain an argument was important. And so I think the influence came from that world in no small part. From a world where what mattered is also the stories you could tell. Among world literature there’s so many things. I find myself so catholic in my tastes, and they go all over the place now. As I grow older I am more and more interested in things that people might have discovered when they were very young. The fact that I discovered Patti Smith when I’m 51 when most people listened to her when they were fifteen. At least now since I turned 52 I can look 25. I’m catching up very quickly.

What’s a day in the life of the NYPL Director of Public Programs?
It varies so much. It’s a mixture of discovering what is new and worthwhile, a mixture of reading and preparing for an event, of listening to something that has come my way, like talking to the city of Geneva and talking to Harry Belafonte and then seeing if I can make an arrangement to meet so and so; organizing a trip to go to France to visit Claude Lanzmann, to coming back from a board meeting from a Sun Valley Writer’s Conference, which I just did. It’s so many different things, and speaking to so many different people. It’s never predictable, there are no two days are ever the same. But it is very idea-driven, it’s very much, even like the conversation we have now, it’s the substance of what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m always in the mixture of thinking, who I can pair with who. If I do this, when will I do it, who will I bring, would it be exciting to do events that are more scientifically inclined? Conversation begets conversation. I’m constantly on the go of talking. I spend a lot of time talking.

It suits you well.
It would seem. Even with my cold, I am still able to talk my way through a day.

Lane Koivu – Images Jori Klein

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