Date: Tue, Mar 12, 1996 7:08 AM EST
X-From: (Torben Sangild)
To: (Lee Ranaldo)
This is the Danish thesis guy again, puzzling with some questions about
expressiveness and subjectivity.
You are generally quite expressive, energetic, ecstatic in much of your
music. Anger, fear, frustration goes through a lot of it, mainly the early
records. Is this a sincere expression of your feelings, or rather a style,
an effect? Or both?
Much of the pictorial art of the last 15 years use expressive language,
but without a romantic idea of the art-subject as beholder of the truth,
rather a mocking of that idea. Often Thurston is very private in lyrics
(without being intimate or sentimental) - an example is ìProvidenceî.
Does it make sense to you to be compared with these artists (e.g. Cindy
Sherman, Julian Schnabel, Walther Dahn)?
Is there a shift in attitude towards expressiveness, anger, fear, agony
from the early records to a more ironic perspective in the later work?
1. emotion is expression, you use it as it comes. it doesn;t always come
in expected ways, at expected times or in managable form. You grab on
and ride it out. so expression in music, or 'sound' can use similar flights
of expression to play off each other and create a subtle little model
of the emotional life of its' creators.
2. It makes sense to be compared to the 'appropriative' genre of artists
you mention because as fellow inhabitants of the late nineteen seventies
we share their observations of cut-up society, information around ev'ry
curve, to be used or abused at will. It's all ours! We have seen it, thought
it or read it, and it's all ours to use. The degree to which one hides
behind such observations tells more about the person(s) than anything
3. the later work is fueled by the knowledge of the earlier, in part.
this allows for certain ironies to naturally creep in, along the borders
of experientail knowledge. In other words, you know where you've been
better'n anyone else, and can laugh at where you are now, and wax ironic
on occasion in the surety that no-one knows how difficult that journey
was better than you do.
Lee Ranaldo/Lyons FR 3 23 96