These are New York City street photos of recent vintage cut to a tune from the '80s. I recorded "Elevator Shoes" in the elevator of my apartment house using not just shoes but also the feet inside 'em as well as hands and elbows on the walls. Whilst whistling along with whatever ambient sound happened to happen. I then recorded a toy organ overdub. The burst of applause was unintended. I must have been recording over a previously recorded tape, and somehow it survived.
Elevator Shoes became the unofficial theme song cum invocation for ¡Musica Para Hot Sundays!, a concert festival series that some compañeros y yo produced and presented in NYC public parks in the full and awful flowering of the Reagan era.
The title, btw, is a satiric reference to Roberto D'aubuisson, a fascist Salvadorian politican and notorious death-squad leader of the era whose activities -- including the assassination of the Archbishop of San Salvador -- were principally funded and to some extent engineered by our government. It was widely noted that D'aubuisson, a wee fellow, wore lifts to increase his stature, and presumably his authority. He died in 1992 without ever having had to account for his crimes.
But, of course, music is just one of the many pathways that lead us from the present moment to the past, toward the future, and back to now.