"Falling out of sleep, I hit the floor/Put on some rock tee and I'm out with the door/From Bowery to Broome to Greene, I'm a walking lizard/Last night's dream was a talking baby wizard/All comin' from human imagination/Day dreaming days in a daydream nation/
Smashed-up against a car at three A.M./Kids just up for basketball, beat me in my head/There's bum trash in my hall and my place is ripped/I've totaled another amp, I'm calling in sick/It's an anthem in a vacuum on a hyperstation/Day dreaming days in a daydream nation."
--Sonic Youth, "Hyperstation", Daydream Nation, 1988.
Is there any better way to spend a hung-over Sunday than lazing about your living room listening to one of the greatest rock records of all time? How about we throw some nudity into the bargain? Special thanks to Brooklyn for her amazing photography skills, and to Sonic Youth for the timeless tunes. May the creative and wild spirit of New York live on.