Illustration for Pepsi World promotional materials by Chermayeff & Geismar, 1961
If you live in the Big Apple, you may not be able to afford the charges associated with yesterday's "Transatlantic Telephone Conversation", so maybe Lou Reed can help you place a local call. How's that for a segue? The slightest song on Transformer, narrowly beating the almost-equally-baffling "Andy's Chest", I've never really gotten much out of "New York Telephone Conversation". The only way this song even makes any sense to me is if I imagine Moe Tucker singing it (surprisingly, this trick also works with Snow's "Informer!) The song is a goofy little sketch about gossipy New Yorkers that takes an odd turn in its third verse, where the titular conversation suddenly turns into a booty call. "I am calling, yes I’m calling just to speak to you/For I know this night will kill me, if I can’t be with you." How romantic is that?
"New York Telephone Conversation" by Lou Reed