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胡凌云 发表于11/14/2015, 归类于现场.

Laurie Anderson哈佛讲座:Music and Images in Performance and Film

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感谢各位对昨天读者问卷的支持,我从其中获得了很多信息并且获得了很大鼓励,这将有助于我将掘火办好。说这句话的意思也包括假如您不知道有这么一个问卷但想参与的话,查看掘火公号历史消息即可。

表示感谢的流行方法是发布资源,而我手头比较独家的资源只有讲座录音和现场录音。这次给您上传的是美国实验艺术家Laurie Anderson今年3月26日在哈佛大学的Louis C. Elson Lecture。(https://college.harvard.edu/college-events/louis-c-elson-lecture-laurie-anderson

这是一位我非常喜欢的艺术家。因为华纳兄弟公司对中国的大宗友好输出,我在90年代便已把她的所有专辑听得烂熟。到了2002年1月,我第一次看到了她的现场。那是她的名为Happiness的全美巡演,但时值911刚过,现场气氛并不那么欢乐。当她在八十年代的旧作O Superman中带着电子声效吟出Here come the planes / They’re American planes时,艺术与现实闪着火花接通了。给我更大震撼的是她于那年晚些时候发行的现场Live in New York。这张白底黑字的双CD录制于2001年9月19-20日的NYC Town Hall。在911事件之后,连远在德州的演出都大面积取消,在废墟上烟雾还未散尽的曼哈顿,人们重聚在一个屋檐下观看演出,需要何种心境,会是何种氛围?除了O Superman这样的启示录式作品之外,令我深深感动的是Washington Street。这首作品在911后的现场版和它在911前的录音室版有着一种无以名状的不同。它记录了一位纽约艺人对她所居住的城市的最平淡也是最真挚的感情,也成为我对纽约最初的并持续到现在的想象。

Laurie Anderson和当代众多杰出音乐家合作过,她的纯意境的音乐没有陈词滥调,但我最喜欢的还是她的叙述。Technology is the campfire around which we tell our stories,这是她对技术手段的理解。从最初从地摊上拾起她无人问津的磁带直到看过她多次现场之后的现在,她给我留下的印象都是一个讲故事的老阿姨。虽然被常被冠以前卫或实验之名,但Anderson从未远离过现实。她对世间万物保持了敏感的观察,钻研的是叙述和沟通的技巧。作为一位杰出的表演艺术家,她的现场保持了非凡的亲和力。

这次讲座的标题是Music and Images in Performance and Film,但我想大部分现场听众都和我一样彻底忽略了这样一个非常笼统的标题。他们不仅是音乐系(讲座主办者)的师生,而且包括了研习影像、雕塑和文学创作的人士。录音虽然缺乏视觉支持,但演讲者的叙述是讲座的全部意义所在。

最后,附送几首上面简介中提到的歌曲。昨天问卷开始若干小时之后我开始上传讲座录音,然后开始重新听这几首在911一周后的纽约现场实况。用“歌曲”来定义它们也许并不正确,而它们所表达的人类感情也不仅仅限于世界的某一条街道或景观,某一不幸事件(这些“歌词”本身的创作也早于911)。杰出的艺术作品有能力借另一些地点和时刻令我们潸然泪下。

 

 

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附送现场三首,建议购买专辑收听:

O Superman

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I’m not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don’t know me,
but I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.

‘Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice.
And when justive is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

 

Washington Street

It’s midnight downtown. It’s been raining for days
Rain beats down.
It covers the streets with its sparkling skin.

In the deli purple light
A woman in a party dress pays for some milk
Yellow cab stops for a light
Two men in black hats are running
A messenger on a bike

Pile drivers pounding. They’ve set up some lights.
They’re digging a hole. It’s filling up with black water.

Rainy days. Rainy nights.
Steam rises, covers the city.

Pieces of old newspaper float like paper boats
They slide along the rushing water in the gutter.

Rainy days. Rainy nights.
Rain falls down and covers the city

It falls from fabulous heights.
Covers the streets with its sparkling skin.

And over on Jane street they’re shooting that movie again
They just can’t seem to get it right

Behind a warehouse in a burned out building
A man is sleeping in a cardboard box on a pile of salt

Rainy days. Rainy nights.
Rain falls down and covers the city

It falls from fabulous heights.
Covers the streets with its sparkling skin.

A man on a park bench
He sits in the pouring rain.

 

 

Statue of Liberty

Moon rises and sets
In the real world
Islands and hurricanes
Wind blows in fort jersey
It floats across the pave
Into the open ocean
It’s a good day
To run away
Freedom is a scary thing
Not many people really want it

Me I keep my distance
I’m always near
That’s just my way
Cool water
That’s just another speckle on horizon
Just another speckle in the sea
Cool water
Cool wind

Statue of liberty
Stands in the harbor
Holding her torch
Hello goodbye
To all the men and women
Who pass through her port
Into the open ocean
Just another speckle on horizon
Just another speckle in the sea
Cool water
Cool wind
Freedom is a scary thing
Not many people really want it

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位于瑞士巴塞尔的Laurie Anderson Sound Sculpture:

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