...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Monday, October 28, 2013

Lou Reed

Listen for when Lou, who's making fun, at some level, of being a rock 'n roll singer, claps (one clap)--taken up in the moment by the earnestness of the Yule brothers or by the sentiment of his words (against those evil muthas) or whatever. He believes what he's singing in spite of himself. That 'oh whoah, Sweet Jane" after the bridge leaves no doubt. Love this. RIP, sir, and thanks for the song.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Peter Schjeldahl, New Yorker, 10/21/13

When, as now, sincerity seems schooled out of professional artists, the straight stuff of it in demotic work becomes a heart's oasis. It has been argued of late, most forcefully by Roberta Smith, in the Times, that museums should abandon their ostracism of outsider and folk art. If our emotional and spiritual uses for art matter beyond our pleasures in formal sophistication, and I think they do, the point is impeccable. The support given it by [the Carnegie] International reflects a catholic and very timely sense of values. Now that just about anything might be done and called art, let it only be done well.