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Almost Live at Mellow Pages: Zachary Lipez
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When I see the term “new filmmaking” in here, I’m reminded of the “new flesh” in the film Videodrome. Was that a conscious allusion? 
Wow, I saw Videodrome so long ago, when it first came out, and haven’t seen it since. It certainly wasn’t a conscious allusion but the “new flesh” must still be in my subconscious somewhere. And Cronenberg is also Canadian. I actually think there must be a few interesting parallels between Videodrome and Polyamorous Love Song, but I would really have to see the film again to comment further. Sometimes I feel like my work is such a strong reaction against Canadian literature, searching for something more international, less conventional, more unexpected or adventurous. But perhaps this desire blocks me from realizing the many ways in which my work is strangely Canadian. I find it hard to remember all the Canadian artists I like (Glenn Gould, Destroyer, Guy Maddin, the little known writer Juan Butler, I’m sure there must be so many more) and see how my work could be seen as well within this tradition of Canadian eccentricity. Do they like Canadians in New York? (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | “A Terrible, Even Paralyzing Goal”: Talking Narratives With Jacob Wren)

When I see the term “new filmmaking” in here, I’m reminded of the “new flesh” in the film Videodrome. Was that a conscious allusion?
Wow, I saw Videodrome so long ago, when it first came out, and haven’t seen it since. It certainly wasn’t a conscious allusion but the “new flesh” must still be in my subconscious somewhere. And Cronenberg is also Canadian. I actually think there must be a few interesting parallels between Videodrome and Polyamorous Love Song, but I would really have to see the film again to comment further. Sometimes I feel like my work is such a strong reaction against Canadian literature, searching for something more international, less conventional, more unexpected or adventurous. But perhaps this desire blocks me from realizing the many ways in which my work is strangely Canadian. I find it hard to remember all the Canadian artists I like (Glenn Gould, Destroyer, Guy Maddin, the little known writer Juan Butler, I’m sure there must be so many more) and see how my work could be seen as well within this tradition of Canadian eccentricity. Do they like Canadians in New York? (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | “A Terrible, Even Paralyzing Goal”: Talking Narratives With Jacob Wren)

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I tried not to write about snow so much, though this past winter, it did creep in, as it does, inevitably. Specifically because I was working on this fifty states project; I was telling myself I was going to finish what Sufjan Stevens never did. If I’m writing about Michigan or Minnesota in the wintertime, some sort of delicious and electric despair has to creep in there. (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | Working Titles, Midwestern Winters, and the Allure of the Squid: An Interview With Matthew Gavin Frank)

I tried not to write about snow so much, though this past winter, it did creep in, as it does, inevitably. Specifically because I was working on this fifty states project; I was telling myself I was going to finish what Sufjan Stevens never did. If I’m writing about Michigan or Minnesota in the wintertime, some sort of delicious and electric despair has to creep in there. (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn | Working Titles, Midwestern Winters, and the Allure of the Squid: An Interview With Matthew Gavin Frank)

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Almost Live at Mellow Pages: Leigh Stein
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I’ve pretty much always had cats. There was one point when the Jesus Lizard guys all lived together, and our landlord wouldn’t allow us to have a cat. So we had a life-size cardboard cutout of a cat that we named “Toody,” being….two-dimensional. Outside of that, I think I’ve pretty much always had cats. David and I had cats when we were roommates. Hugh, Spacemonkey, and Orson. Tweedle-Do. David. There was one we got when David Sims and I were roommates, and we got this cat, and he was great. But we couldn’t figure out what to name him. Our friend Becky goes, “Um….David?” So we had a cat named David.