Our dog died” or, on her mother, “I didn’t like her very much, actually, but I did really admire her.” Hers is a warmth without sentimentality – a surprisingly rare combination: “We 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 Anderson’s warmth, I don’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, he’s, ‘who are you? What do you want?’” She is also worried about her dog, Little Will, who has been off his food. It’s a very strange blizzard, they’re calling it a ‘bomb cyclone’, they’ve even weaponised the weather.” She says this with a wry laugh. “I have a great perch right over the Hudson River.
She is at home in Manhattan, immediately liking the idea of our different situations.
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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.