Holly Solomon Gallery
Laurie Anderson’s 24 tunes in the jukebox were available for 25 cents a play except for Thursdays, when they were free. Ten plaques on the wall represented lyrics, musical notations, photographs, and stories about the genesis of some of the music—but they were no substitute for the music itself, which, I’m told, is due to be released by the gallery as an LP.
Despite the jukebox and the polished sound-studio work behind the songs, this was not another rock-in-art’s-clothing effort. Anderson translates personal sensibility into layers of technique independent of the 45-rpm market and, indeed, often independent of anything to do with audio. If the plaques added anything, they served notice that some of the music was arrived at through film, or video, or performance art. Lyrics, when there were lyrics, extrapolated a stoical wit from life as we know it in the art world and the seven o’clock
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