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By Alex Williams
Published Sept. 14, 2019 Updated Sept. 16, 2019, 11:45 a.m. ET
It was in New York that Ms. Gordon helped found Sonic Youth,
probably the most influential New York art-rock band since the
Velvet Underground.
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Sonic Youth backstage at the Paradiso music hall in Amsterdam in 1986. From left,
Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo, Steve Shelley and Kim Gordon.
Frans Schellekens/Redferns, via Getty Images
Her house is also filled with framed photos of her daughter, Coco
Gordon Moore, 25, an artist and poet living in the Bedford-
Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn.
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On a recent visit to her Los Angeles home, a few weeks before her
first solo album, “No Home Record,” drops, she summarized her
thoughts on Sonic Youth and Mr. Moore, in three short words.
Lost Angeles
“California is a place of death, a place people are drawn to because
they don’t realize deep down they’re actually afraid of what they
want,” Ms. Gordon writes in her 2015 autobiography, “Girl in a
Band.”
That may sound like a rather gloomy New York take on sunny Los
Angeles, but they are notes of a native daughter. Ms. Gordon grew
up in Los Angeles, and on a cloudless August morning, with
temperatures pushing 90, she was steering her black Toyota Prius
through eastern Hollywood on a tour of her reclaimed city.
“I always feel like wherever I am, I sort of take that energy on, and
I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be motivated enough in L.A.,”
Ms. Gordon said, as the Prius lurched through weekday traffic.
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Ms. Gordon at her home in the Franklin Hills section of Los Angeles.
Sandy Kim for The New York Times
Coming of age when the age was Aquarius, she recalls sitting
around in her suburban-like bedroom painting, smoking pot and
listening to Joni Mitchell as she dreamed about the creative
ferment of Laurel Canyon, the Valhalla of Los Angeles rock where
Ms. Mitchell, along with the likes of Cass Elliott (Mama Cass) and
Neil Young, lived.
But New York was where the art was, and Ms. Gordon, who
graduated from the Otis Art Institute in Los Angeles, knew she had
to be there. “I felt painfully middle-class,” Ms. Gordon said. “I hate
the phrase ‘reinvent yourself,’ but it was kind of like I had to live in
New York to become who I always wanted to be.”
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But that was a different time in her life, and after Giuliani,
Bloomberg and a tsunami of Wall Street money, that New York is
no more. As she writes in her book: “That city I know doesn’t exist
anymore, and it’s more alive in my head than it is when I’m there.”
The Los Angeles she has returned is also very different from the
one she left in 1980: For one thing, the city is awash with expat
artists and designers from New York who are seeking a creative
paradise under the sun.
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But as she drove down Normal Avenue, she pulled the Prius over
in front of a Virgil Normal. It calls itself a “gender fluid lifestyle”
boutique and sells skater-inflected clothing by indie designers.
With its ironic sweatshirts, designer baseball caps, and kitschy
1970s curios, it feels like a 2019 update on the funky boutiques of
the East Village in the 1980s.
“It’s quintessentially L.A., in the best sense,” Ms. Gordon said. “It
supports a lot of young people in their endeavors with free-form
small events that don’t feel commercial. It feels spontaneous.”
“New York,” she said, “feels like one big shopping mall.”
Seeking Bohemia
Her breakup with New York was not the only reason she left.
Even before the Sept. 11 attacks, Ms. Gordon and Mr. Moore were
bouncing between a loft on Lafayette Street in SoHo and a house in
Northampton, Mass., where they moved to raise their daughter
away from New York pressures.
Ms. Gordon says she does not spend much time thinking about her rock ’n’ roll past.
Sandy Kim for The New York Times
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But there was a more practical reason. “I had to find another way
to make money,” she said, “because when the band broke up, it was
my primary source of income.”
After the book came out, she considered that chapter closed. She
would not be talking about her husband anymore. And indeed, over
the course of that day, she mentioned him only once, albeit rather
affectionately, in a conversation about wearisome questions from
journalists.
(“People doing interviews would always say, ‘So the name is Sonic
Youth. You’re how old?’ Thurston always had a good comeback:
‘Well, the Rolling Stones aren’t literally ‘rolling stones.’”)
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With her marriage and the band over, and her daughter out of
college, there was a lot less keeping her on the East Coast. A move
to Los Angeles would provide a clean break and a new adventure.
She considered Venice Beach, where she had lived in the early
1970s, but it was losing its bohemian edge, she said (“You have
tech companies taking over.”) After an Airbnb stay in Echo Park
(“a little too hipster-ish”), she settled on Franklin Hills in Los Feliz,
where she bought a 1930s “mullet style” home (one story in front,
two stories in the rear).
She redid the kitchen and front garden, added two rear decks with
views of downtown Hollywood, and furnished it with new items. “I
didn’t want to bring stuff,” she said.
Ms. Gordon is tired of being called an “icon.” Sandy Kim for The New York Times
Although Ms. Gordon has worked as an artist since the 1970s (her
first solo exhibit was at White Columns in New York in 1981), she
showed sporadically throughout the 1990s and 2000s, and is now
represented by 303 Gallery in New York.
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After the detour at Virgil Normal, Ms. Gordon parked the car near
MacArthur Park in Westlake a neighborhood that has seen the
arrival of luxury lofts, restaurants and, yes, galleries.
Gentrification is a topic that figures prominently in her work.