Two months ago, I experienced Phil Collin’s piece titled New Work at the SFMOMA.

I had been wandering among the other installations in the area, but heard a familiar melody. The melody that brought back memories of Pittsburgh when I was enamored with 80s night at the Upstage and mixed feelings about the entire experience in that midwest town.

In a small room away from the installations, a projector lit the opposite wall with moving images of people singing along with Morrissey. They were Turkish but now more than 2 decades later, they are lost with the lyrics. The world won’t listen, they say.