A great summer song, from Australia’s immortal Go-Betweens, that I will forever associate with the recession summer of 1989, when Dave Campbell and I were both Laury Girls, i.e. temps with the Laury Girls Agency.
Every day for at least a month we would bike up to Central Park from Brooklyn, avail ourselves of the frosty Budweisers from the illicit vendors, throw a frisbee, and listen to the Go-Betweens on my roommate’s Yellow Sony Sports boom box.
All day. Except twice a day one of us would walk to a phone box on Central Park West and call the office, asking about work and hoping to be told there wasn’t any.