Little Fake Pockets

Years and years (and years!) ago now, I remember crashing out at the then home of David "Tinrose""Thomsett" Palmer. He had taped Sonic Youth's "Evol" from the original vinyl, and we were listening to it in a state of some disarray, rather the worse for wear.  While taping the record, he'd forgotten to pick up the needle from the record, and so had taped about 10 minutes of the locked-groove ending of the last chord of "Expressway To Yr Skull". The sound struck me, with its own peculiar chiming, cyclical tone - I couldn't work out whether it was my imagination, or whether there really were slight variations as each repetition sounded, and the memory stuck with me.

This piece of music has turned out a bit like how I remember that sound; it also sounds like the sound of the early evening, when you've accidentally fallen asleep after work, to find that its now gone dark, and you feel slightly removed from reality, so all you can do is wander around the house for a while, then go to the window, and, on finding the nearest tree, look at it as it moves to and fro in the breeze...