Marc Ribot: Conflation is tricky.
Lee Gardner: Yes, in a lot of ways.
Ribot: But what exactly is being transgressed? What does it sound like?
Gardner: [Laughter] Whatever it is they find themselves doing.
Ribot: Fuck it, I’m going to learn how to play guitar—sound more like Bob Dylan, get more girlfriends.
Gardner: It seems like everything has been done to death.
Ribot: Going forward through ironic distance is at some point the only way you can go forward: the posturing of heroic modernist explorers.
Gardner: And I went to see it and immediately after the credits rolled, I decided I didn’t want to talk to anybody about it.
Ribot: Perfect. I’ll buy it. Art’s not so different from Kleenex or clothing or cars.
Gardner: We do updates so we can un-abstract it a little bit.
Ribot: There’s so much space between the first notes and the second notes.
Gardner: Yeah, yeah. I think every place is pretty weird if you know where to look, you know.
Ribot: What can I say? I’m not from everywhere. That reassures me.
Gardner: You know, I hate writing first-person things.
Ribot: You have to be able to disappear to a certain degree.