Pylon
Chomp More

"I need to tell you about a recurring dream" - said the patient.

"I am in a blue room" - he added - "but gray in color" - he said. "I am a child, and in the dream, it is 1983" - he added.

"And what did you do, as a child?" - asked the doctor.

"As a child, I would lay my head on the floor. I imagined twisted faces in the marble specks. I often imagined having a dog. I would vomit if I drank milk. I listened to the Pylon" - the patient replied.

"Is your father in this blue dream?" - inquired the doctor.

"No, not at all." - said the man.

"Is your mother there, then?" - the doctor pressed, like someone who already knows the answer.

"No, absolutely not, there are only the Pylon" - said the patient.

"Good." - said the doctor.

"Good what?" - questioned the patient.

"Good." - said the doctor.

Silence.

"I understand!" - exclaimed the patient. "You want me to talk about the Pylon, the misunderstood band from Athens, the unlucky fellow citizens of R.E.M, the unbloomed forerunners of the wave-punkitude so trendy on today's dancefloors to reconnect the faint, sparse, unfathomable emotions of my miserable past to my current experience" - said the patient.

"A Freudian 'displacement', right doctor" - the patient said - "is that what we're talking about? A symbolization as an acceptable element to the consciousness that hides something that seemed unacceptable?".

"Well yes" - said the doctor. "Definitely" - he added.

"See doctor, the Pylon made me dance, they made me 'trip'. I was incurably shy, and this album, "Chomp More" (released in 2009 as a reissue of the '80s "Chomp" plus other tracks packaged from "Gyrate") was the only thing that kept me afloat at the time".

The doctor scratched his chin.

Silence.

"I get it, damn I get it" - said the patient.

"You understand?" - said the doctor.

"I get it" - the man reiterated. "You'd like me to internalize the oblique parabola of the Pylon, even the wavering setlist of this CD, among cinephile hits from movies never shot ("Italian Movie Theme"), Sioux-like odes ("Crazy"), proto-electro ("Yo-Yo"), and to metaphorize it all to symbolize my disillusionment towards a society that perhaps tears its underwear for insipid emulators (the CSS) and forgets its heroes" - concluded the patient.

"Disenchantment would be replaced by the bond with the past, and I would be healed!" - continued the patient, visibly excited.

"You are really good" - said the patient.

The doctor remained silent. He scratched his chin. He widened his eyes. Then, with a violent tug, he tried to free himself from the straitjacket.