What would Mother’s Day brunch be like?
Day after Father’s Day thoughts: one day, some months ago, my son and I were sitting at the table, doing stuff. I chose the soundtrack; I almost always choose the soundtrack. On this occasion, Laurie Anderson’s Big Science. “Let x=x.”
“When will this song be over? It’s driving me crazy.”
“Pretty soon, bud.”
“That’s a really weird song.”
“Shhh. I’m listening.”
Jumping ahead to the present day, I clicked on Salon, which I don’t do as often anymore (Pitchfork even less), and after scrolling down way farther than is right and proper in order to encounter something so excellent, found this Laurie Anderson interview.
Which reminds me, on the day after Father’s Day, that if Lou Reed had ever bothered to adopt me like he was supposed to, it sure would have been cool for Laurie Anderson to be my mom. Or, stepmom? Or, what, exactly? Doesn’t matter; Lou Reed never adopted me. But it sure would have been cool.
This shouldn’t be taken to mean that I’ve got anything against my mom, but then, has she ever created a symphony for dogs with Yo Yo Ma?