Last night I was sitting in bed with a bottle of Jameson reading Six Years: The dematerialization of the art object from 1966 to 1972 and got to this description of Christine Kozlov’s ‘Information, No Theory’:

1. The recorder is equipped with a continuous loop tape.
2. The recorder will be set at record. All the sounds audible in the room will be recorded.
3. The nature of the loop tape necessitates that new information erases old information. The ‘life’ of the information, that is, the time it takes for the information to go from ‘new’ to ‘old’ is the time it takes the tape to make one complete cycle.
4. Proof of the existence of the information does in fact not exist in actuality, but is based on probability.

Six Years, ed. Lucy R. Lippard

It’s a piece of work from 1969, and is a pretty cool way of reacting to the minimalist art movement that had come before it (and which had evolved into an trend for selling really expensive whitespace). I was playing with my beard and muttering “yeah nice… interesting, interesting” when I had one of those momentary out-of-body experiences and realised quite how ridiculous I must seem sometimes. And I fucking laughed and laughed and laughed.

Then I turned over and listened to Hype Williams.

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