Hanging
Lucian Freud: How did the retrospective of one of the world’s
greatest living artists come to MOCA? Very carefully, says BRENDAN
BERNHARD. Plus, fetching
the paintings: the trick of transporting art.
Prodigal
son: "Scribble & Scripture" is both a homecoming for
underground impresario Aaron Rose and a celebration of the
untethered art of Barry McGee, Phil Frost and Thomas Campbell. BY
ARTY NELSON
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ENDORSE... The sleepy L.A. City Council is about to be jolted awake.
Next Tuesday, voters will have a choice of electing mayor-wannabes
Bernie Parks and Antonio Villaraigosa, and some street-fighters like
Tony Cardenas. Even if the last place you’ll end up next week is a
polling place, check out the Weekly’s endorsements, including
our choices for school board. Consider it a guide to the city’s
upcoming political theater. Featuring
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IRAQ:
TELLING THE LEFT FROM THE RIGHT FRANK SMYTH looks at
the upcoming war from the perspective of those we rarely hear from:
the Iraqi left. It’s not what you’d expect.
MOVE OVER
GRAY You read it here first: The recall threat against
Gray Davis is real, on one condition: The campaign gets organized.
BY BILL BRADLEY
CRIMES OF
HATE West Hollywood assault victim Trev Broudy talks
to SARA CATANIA about his slow recovery from an attack that seemed
so obviously to be a hate crime — except to D.A. Steve
Cooley.
Plus, ETGAR
KERET on war-proofing a friend’s Tel Aviv
apartment; SARA CATANIA on a key vote against California’s new
death
row; and JUDITH LEWIS’ reading
list.
POWERLINES HAROLD
MEYERSON takes to task a straggler or two on the L.A. City Council
who didn’t see the light on last week’s anti-war
resolution.
A CONSIDERABLE
TOWN Armies of the right: Playing Cassandra, Norman
Mailer spins out pessimistic wartime scenarios at an Institute for
the Humanities gathering. BY MARC COOPER Bonus tracks:
Under-the-street musician Gary Bruner plays for passengers on the
Red Line. BY CHARLES RAPPLEYE Critic as cultural icon: An
overflow crowd turns out to hear Dave Hickey on cosmology and art.
BY TULSA KINNEY
OPEN
CITY Leopard colony: The plus-size star and a host of
Anna-wannabes celebrate Anna Nicole Smith Day. BY STEVEN
MIKULAN
ON Shock
and awe: Modern warfare isn’t only about killing — it’s about
inspiring mass terror. BY JOHN POWERS
POWERLINES HAROLD
MEYERSON takes to task a straggler or two on the L.A. City Council
who didn’t see the light on last week’s anti-war
resolution.
QUARK
SOUP Very, very small is beautiful — and controversial:
MARGARET WERTHEIM on UCLA’s nanotechnology conference.
FILM Raw, aching
ids: ELLA TAYLOR reviews David Cronenberg’s Spider and
the new Dogme film, Susanne Bier’s Open Hearts.
THEATER No sex,
please — we’re pacifist: The Lysistrata Project has spawned
readings of Aristophanes’ anti-war comedy on March 3 in 433
countries; dispatches from around the globe by STEVEN LEIGH MORRIS,
JUDITH LEWIS and STEVEN MIKULAN.
The
88: Tackling the rock of their fathers. BY JAY
BABCOCK
LIVE IN
L.A. Performance
reviews:The Upper Crust; DJ Krush, Mista Sinista;
Interpol, The Warlocks, Moving Units; David Lindley & Wally
Ingram, Kaki King; Kittie, 18 Visions, Sworn Enemy, Drug of Choice;
Ben Kweller; Cat Power; Johnny Paycheck, R.I.P.
A LOT OF NIGHT MUSIC Irresistible
recordings of Ligeti. BY
ALAN RICH
STYLE About
face: RON ATHEY taps into his inner priss and commits to a
full-fledged skin-care routine.
PULPit American
splendor: HARVEY PEKAR’s luck changes at Sundance. Text by
Pekar, illustrated by GARY DUMM.
THE
IDEA THAT ARTISTS ARE CAPABLE of producing organized
sound that is somehow distinct from that created by
musicians and composers has existed ever since the
publication of Italian Futurist Luigi Russolo's
manifesto "The Art of Noises" in 1913. And although
there's been a continuous stream of activity in this
nebulous area ever since -- Kurt Schwitter's "Merz"
vocal composition Ursonate, Marcel Duchamp's
chance compositions, the wildly cacophonous musique brut
of Jean Dubuffet, the Fluxus compositions of George
Brecht, Nam June Paik and Yoko Ono, the ritual
orchestral drones of Vienna beef mogul Hermann Nitsch --
it has taken almost a century for the concept of audio
art to be taken seriously by the art world, and for
sound artists to be considered anything more than
sidetracked dilettantes or unskilled poseurs hiding
behind a fancy title.
This year's Whitney Biennial (opening
March 7 in New York) has taken evident pains to include
a prominent selection of audio art. Debra Singer, who
curated the Whitney's
catching-up-with-the-digital-revolution exhibit,
"BitStreams," was assigned the task of traveling
cross-country to perform the same function for the sound
arts. Unsurprisingly, Singer has included major figures
like vocalist/performance artist Meredith Monk and
turntable-collage pioneer Christian Marclay, but has
also come up with a few surprises, including former
L.A. Weekly staffer Marina Rosenfeld, whose Glenn
Brancastyle electric-guitar massings are given a
conspicuous feminist twist through the use of
nail-polish bottles as bottleneck slides. Other L.A.
artists with sound practices participating in the
Biennial include the Mike Kelley/Jim Shaw Destroy All
Monsters Collective (showing a mass of their
punk-psychedelic band ephemera) and gizmo artiste
extraordinaire Tim Hawkinson. Although Hawkinson's piece
for the Whitney isn't a sound work, Ace Gallery (excuse
me -- the Institute of Contemporary Art) is installing
the artist's insanely gargantuan player-piano/bagpipe
hybrid Überorgan ("possibly the largest
contemporary indoor sculpture yet created") in its New
York space to coincide with Hawkinson's Whitney debut.
Überorgan, originally designed to fill MassMOCA's
airplane-hangar-size space, plays a variety of songs and
hymns decoded from a roll of Mylar through enormous,
gut-rattling pipes.
But the Whitney's gesture of inclusion
is only the culmination of a widespread renewal of
art-world interest in audio, piggybacked into the
limelight in the scramble to incorporate computer-based
digital work into the official canon (not to mention
budget). And the connection is far from spurious. The
Web-based "media arts platform" Rhizome.org recently
hosted a panel discussion at Whose Café in Hollywood,
focusing on the fertile subcategories of "glitch" and
"post-digital" sound, followed by performances by Kim
Cascone, Sutekh, and the Father of Lowercase Sound,
Steve Roden. One panel participant, David Cotner, in
addition to performing his own work as \\\, maintains
one of the most comprehensive Web sites and mailing
lists about sound-art events and experimental music at
www.hertz-lion.com. Digital technology has
allowed artists access to sound-recording, editing and
micromanufacturing tools that were unthinkable only a
few years ago, and the Internet has provided the basis
for an international exchange of ideas and sound files.
The high caliber of sound art coming to light,
especially compared to the hit-and-miss quality of Net
art, is proof of how long and involved the subterranean
history of the genre actually is.
Things have been heating up locally in
real space, as well. Cindy Bernard, who organized a
stellar (if bumpy) sound-art series at the MAK Schindler
House last year, has incorporated as a nonprofit called
the Society for the Activation of Social Space Through
Art and Sound, and is currently organizing a new season,
including a chopped Optigan (a portablized version of
the early-'70s analog sample-disc home keyboard marketed
by Mattel, if you must know) marathon hosted by Los
Angeles Free Music Society (LAFMS) alum Joe Potts. MAK
artist-in-residence Richard Hoeck has also been active,
presenting a DIY lo-fi electronic-sounds event in
January as part of his Lobby in Rear project. Up
on Hollywood Boulevard, LACE will offer Angelenos a rare
opportunity to experience one of local legend Michael
Brewster's acoustic sculptures. Brewster, who has taught
at Claremont since 1973, is one of the few artists who
work exclusively in the medium of sound, activating
spaces with combinations of standing waves that undergo
startling changes as the viewer -- or auditor -- moves
through them. In the hardware department, Bay Area MIT
grad and techno-geek sculptor Alan Rath has a selection
of his hand-engineered stereo systems on view at Track
16 Gallery. Lacking the ominous anthropomorphism of his
robotic works, Rath's stereos giddily embody the ne plus
ultra of hi-fi hobbyist obsession, a bywater
inextricable from contemporary sound art even as it
renders the content of the actual signal irrelevant.
Ping-Pong, anyone?
PERFORMANCE IS THE ONE AREA WHERE sound
artists have been able to regularly penetrate the
public's consciousness. While the majority of artists
working in sound toil obscurely on projects that are
fundamentally incompatible with show business, a few
artists have actually managed paying gigs. In March, the
long-delayed Sonic Youthcurated "All Tomorrow's
Parties" will fill UCLA venues not only with indie
darlings from Big Star to Stephen Malkmus, but art-noise
from the likes of Destroy All Monsters, the Boredoms,
Tony Conrad, and Masami Akita, a.k.a. Merzbow, the
ultraprolific dean of Japanese noise music (who took his
stage name from Kurt Schwitters' all-recycling one-man
art movement).
Before all that hits the fans, however,
UCLA Performing Arts is hosting new works by the
somewhat more meditative sound/performance artists who
originally defined the genre in the 1970s: Laurie
Anderson and Meredith Monk. (See pages to your left, if
you haven't already.) Anderson, whose ramshackle
rendition of Moby-Dick in 1999 reiterated the
wisdom of her latter-day return to minimalist solo work,
is appearing at UCLA's Royce Hall this Saturday with a .
. . minimalist solo work. Happiness, an
autobiographical piece that recounts Anderson's
undercover stints working at McDonald's and a Mennonite
farm (sort of an inner-directed version of Barbara
Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed), promises to
return the focus to Anderson's considerable gifts as a
storyteller, which is arguably the oldest form of sound
art. If anything could be more primal, it might be the
wordless vocalizations of Meredith Monk, who forgoes the
treacherous intricacies of linguistic utterances for a
language of nonverbal sounds. Monk's newest work is
Mercy, created in collaboration with installation
artist Ann Hamilton, whose career took off while she was
teaching at UC Santa Barbara and whose 1988 MOCA
installation remains one of that institution's finest
moments. Mercy, a nonlinear contemplation of the
human capacities for cruelty and tenderness, has been
pitched as a dance/theater piece, but the human voice is
the central force in any of Monk's works -- all the
fixings are there to allow that voice to be
heard.
Both Happiness and Mercy
are steeped in post-9/11 melancholy, but ultimately, in
both form and content, give witness to the
transformative spiritual and political power inherent in
intimate human experience. Which may well be the real
reason that sound art is suddenly taking off.
Rhizome.org emphasizes its "grassroots community and
non-hierarchical structure," and many sound artists are
working at distinct odds with popular American culture's
recent turn toward totalitarian bombast. But unlike
Luigi Russolo, who sought an art to engage the
industrial age on its own terms, sound art thinks small.
Recordings of breaths and hums and rackets and
rustlings, looped and layered and processed, burned onto
CD in batches of 200 or 20, or put up on MP3.com, sound
art is a sort of incremental accumulation of individual
incidences of looking at the world in a slightly
different way. And while it's nice that such activities
are finally getting their props, it's not the sort of
stuff that translates well into the Big Time.
Personally, I'm getting pretty sick of Big Time culture.
Maybe it's time to try on something smaller for
size.
MICHAEL BREWSTER | At LACE, 6522 Hollywood Blvd. | February 16
through April 20
ALAN RATH |
At TRACK 16, Bergamot Station, 2525 Michigan Ave., Santa
Monica | Through March 30