1984_0205 : What Is Real (And What Is Not)
This was written during July ’83 in Palms park during my lunch time breaks. The original recording features an interesting interruption and captured phone-in from Maureen, my girlfriend-to-be at that time, asking the perennial question:
Voice on phone: “Is John there?”
Me: “John? No… he’s not here.” (Realizing that the question doesn’t even make sense) “…Well – actually, there’s no one here by that name.”
…Of course, I never realized until much later that this wrong-number was an attempt to get me on the phone and ask me out on my first date.
Maureen: “Urrrr….. OK. I’ll try his house. Bye.”
Can I call it performance art?