Song by
Sonic Youth on their album
Daydream Nation.
Well, I would suppose it is only really a song in the
John Cage sense of being a song.
Sheet music might fall short. For that matter, a
description may fall short, as the lyrics are not really all that clear, and it is not "written" as such.
But here goes:
A haunting,
reverbed-out piano part accompanies a series of
answering machine messages left by
Mike Watt of
fIREHOSE, who is calling from
Providence. The messages seem to
relate to the location of
Thurston Moore's
mota, and the memory problems associated with the
use of such. Possible locations mentioned in the
exchange are a
trash can, or in a van.