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Yes, yes, I hear you: “Wait
a minute,” you say, “I thought you were going to talk about the
Backstreet Boys.” Indeed I am. The song begins with the ringing of
a cell phone. How do we know it’s a cell phone? From the dramatized
conversation that follows, which reads like something straight out of Samuel
Beckett, except that where Beckett was explicitly concerned with communication,
the authors of “The Call” seem to have run blindly into communication’s
deathgrip on any creature that uses language. As bits and pieces of what
will eventually be an overwhelmingly loud teen-pop wall of digitized sound
leap in one at a time, we hear the following exchange, which the song believes
is its theme:
-Hello?
-Hi, it’s me, what’s up baby? I’m sorry, listen, I’m
gonna be late tonight so don’t stay up and wait for me, OK?
-Where are you?
-What, wait, say that again--
-Hello?
-You’re really dropping out, I think my battery must be low. Listen,
if you could hear me we’re going to a place nearby, all right? Gotta
go!
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