Music for writing in cafés, waiting for someone who will never arrive. Smoking endless cigarettes and stubbing them out in a cracked ashtray. The coffee is always tepid and the minute hand on the clock never moves.

Ruth, Mots
[right-click-save-as, s'il vous plaît]

Someday I need to write a real post about this album, which is one of the most amazing things I've ever stumbled across (and I literally did, finding a dust-covered copy in the corner of the office where I used to work!). Until then, enjoy this track.

["Mots" written by Eduard Nono & Thierry Müller, 1983.]