Sometimes, a name won't stick in my memory. One such name is Robert Rauschenberg. Matt and I saw the wanktastic White Paintings at the Guggenheim years ago, and were inspired to rip them off by painting white canvases white and hanging them around our house as decor:
Yet still, whenever I start to talk about Rauschenberg to other people, I can't remember his name. So tonight, while driving home from Ekta, I invented a song. Hopefully it will act as a mnemonic. It goes like this:
HE PAINTED WHITE PAINTINGS.
HE WAS FRIENDS WITH JOHN CAGE.
HE KNEW JASPER JOHNS.
HE ERASED A DRAWING ONCE.
I think you're supposed to yell it over punk guitars, or maybe intone it over a Casio preset a la Wesley Willis.