Andy Warhol adored teleÂviÂsion and, in a way, conÂsidÂered it his most forÂmaÂtive influÂence. While his paintÂings, silkscreens, and films, and the VelÂvet UnderÂground, might be all the legaÂcy he might need, Warhol, more than anyÂthing, longed to be a TV perÂsonÂalÂiÂty. He made his first conÂcertÂed effort in 1979, launchÂing a New York pubÂlic access interÂview show. In one of the show’s 42 episodes, Warhol sits in almost total silence while his friend Richard Berlin interÂviews Frank ZapÂpa.
But Warhol hatÂed ZapÂpa, and hatÂed him even more after the interÂview. When he talked to and about subÂjects he liked, he could be parÂticÂuÂlarÂly chatÂty, in his deadÂpan way: see, for examÂple, his interÂview with Alfred HitchÂcock, whom he greatÂly admired, or earÂly eightÂies SatÂurÂday Night Live spots for NBC and latÂer eightÂies MTV variÂety show. In Warhol’s much earÂliÂer 1965 appearÂance on the Merv GrifÂfin show, above, long before he made TV preÂsenÂter a proÂfesÂsion, he appears with the stunÂningÂly charisÂmatÂic Edie SedgÂwick, his beloved muse and origÂiÂnal superÂstar, and he choosÂes to say almost nothÂing at all.
SedgÂwick does the talkÂing, informÂing the host that Andy, unused to makÂing “realÂly pubÂlic appearÂances,” would only whisÂper his answers in her ear, and she would whisÂper them to GrifÂfin. It’s an act, of course, but the perÂforÂmance of a perÂsona that hid an even more shy, retirÂing charÂacÂter. In a textÂbook irony, the artist who ushÂered in the age of self-proÂmotÂing influÂencers and inventÂed the superÂstar could be about as engagÂing as a houseÂplant. SedgÂwick, on the conÂtrary, is charÂacÂterÂisÂtiÂcalÂly enthralling.
Known as “girl of the year” in 1965, the CalÂiÂforÂnia socialite had defectÂed from her privÂiÂleged surÂroundÂings to live in Warhol’s world. The two “fell in love plaÂtonÂiÂcalÂly but intenseÂly,” Karen Lynch writes at Blast magÂaÂzine, “and their mutuÂalÂly benÂeÂfiÂcial relaÂtionÂship became the talk of the town.” GrifÂfin introÂduces them as “the two leadÂing expoÂnents of the new scene. No parÂty in New York is conÂsidÂered a sucÂcess unless they are there.” This was no hyperÂbole, though the audiÂence doesn’t know who they are… yet.
SedgÂwick explains how they met at the FacÂtoÂry, where she arrived the preÂviÂous year with her trust fund to introÂduce herÂself and join the scene. She more or less takes over the interÂview, sellÂing Warhol’s superÂstar myth with eloÂquence and wit, and she seems so much more like today’s art stars than Warhol (who evenÂtuÂalÂly gives a few one-word answers), and has arguably had as much or more influÂence on Gen Y and Z creÂators. SedgÂwick was “more than aspiÂraÂtional stereoÂtypes allow,” writes Lynch, and more than the fact of her untimeÂly death at 28.
One online artisÂtic stateÂment of this fact, Edie’s Farm, a site for “counÂterÂfacÂtuÂal curÂrent events,” supÂposÂes that SedgÂwick had surÂvived her drug addicÂtion and anorexÂia and conÂtinÂued makÂing art (and givÂing makeÂup tutoÂriÂals) into the 21st cenÂtuÂry, imagÂinÂing her as her young self, not the woman in her 70s she would be. “Maybe no one’s ever had a year quite as amazÂing as my 1965,” the ficÂtionÂal SedgÂwick says. “I loved Andy and his FacÂtoÂry. But it wasÂn’t a susÂtainÂable life for me”—a tragÂic irony imposÂsiÂble to ignore in watchÂing her othÂerÂwise imposÂsiÂbly charmÂing perÂforÂmance above.
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Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness
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