#Music codes for dont call me up full

Laurie Anderson at her home in New York: вЂImagine if books erased themselves.вЂ™ Photograph: Damon Winter/New York Times Our dog diedвЂќ or, on her mother, вЂњI didnвЂ™t like her very much, actually, but I did really admire her.вЂќ Hers is a warmth without sentimentality вЂ“ a surprisingly rare combination: вЂњWe got him right after we lost a dog.

As our talk ranges from the early days of digital through party planning for Philip Glass to the idea of beauty in everything, the overriding sense she brings is of delight in exploring ideas, and an abiding interest in interconnectedness. Such is AndersonвЂ™s warmth, I donвЂ™t for a moment feel that taking her time, in the thick of an explosive blizzard, coupled with pet worries, is any imposition. When someone comes in, heвЂ™s, вЂwho are you? What do you want?вЂ™вЂќ She is also worried about her dog, Little Will, who has been off his food. ItвЂ™s a very strange blizzard, theyвЂ™re calling it a вЂbomb cycloneвЂ™, theyвЂ™ve even weaponised the weather.вЂќ She says this with a wry laugh. вЂњI have a great perch right over the Hudson River.

She is at home in Manhattan, immediately liking the idea of our different situations.

#Music codes for dont call me up full

It is a beautiful early spring afternoon, full of those surprises of sunshine that make hope seem more like reality when I talk to Laurie Anderson, but she is in the thick of a blizzard.