I first heard the poet and comedian Lord Buckley's sui-generis, incredible music-as-talk during a dance performance by Karole Armitage. This was a number of years ago, but sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can still see one of Armitage's impossibly long legs lifting and extending in front of a David Salle backdrop as Buckley's recorded voice fills the theatre. It was the perfect soundtrack to Armitage's electric and…
