|Gee, Iíve seen all of these headliners back in the day, and now theyíre anniversary fodder. Makes me feel old. I donít think Iíve been to the Kitchen since being on stage there in Steve Doughtonís muck-man performance. I can also remember seeing Jon Gibson at the original space in Soho. We mentioned Moby in this thread; I certainly rate him above DJ Spooky, whose half-baked academic blather offends me more than his beats, but there are DJs who post to these pages Iíd rather listen to. Anderson the performance artist made me wince, but I have to admit her pop-minimalist music was pretty good, at least when accompanied by lots of projections and a light show. Iíd almost say the opposite of Phillip Glass, though that wouldnít give Robert Wilson enough credit for image making. Storytelling is a different story. Einstein on the Beach was a landmark when I was in school, but I didnít see one of their collaborations until The Civil Wars in the 80ís. That had some striking visual effects, but the whole thing came off as over-long and a bit ludicrous. A Glass chamber-size group I saw at Town Hall (with Teenage Jesus and DNA as openers) was more digestible and entertaining. But that was 25 years ago; must try to get out moreÖ
My favorite Laurie Anderson story was when she talked about being the first artist-in-residence at NASA and it making her want to write a really big poem... When she showed up for her first day there, she asked what she should do. Their reply: "Dunno -- never had an artist in residence before."
I kind of wish I'd been at the Met when the opera buffs boo-ed Robert Wilson for his Lohengrin. The set did look pretty silly. Ditto his "solo show" at the Houston CAM, where he showed metal cowboy boots and the like. (He's originally from Waco, TX.)
Philip Glass's score for the horror movie Candyman is spooky. I heard him perform solo piano pieces once. It was very...minimal.