Words That Change

Diary of an unborn writer #33.1 – Could it really all be music?

In Uncategorized on 16 November, 2009 at 15:56

Sitting at your desk it is Monday and you’re humming to Jesca Hope who croons and swoons through one ear and the dirge of office is around.

OK – it’s not a dirge. There are good people here and they want good things but the contrast is a little much. Contrast with what?

Dear reader, listen?

Last night you were dancing with B. as the Master Andrew Bird delivered a performance of vurtuoso proportions. You saw him three months ago and this is entirely different, except the joy is the same. He has a suit on and is standing proud with violin under chin and shoes off – the better to press pedals with his feet. He loops sample after sample and cascades over with swings of that fine violin bow. The room is stilled and wonder surrounds the lit up faces from lights reflected off the stage.

You share a joint with B. and surreptitiously. There’s a ban in here so you blow the smoke into the floor. She’s short, so there’s no problem for her but you need to crouch over her shoulder as you take a tug andd the room settles into its comfort a little more. The music swirls around your head a little more and red wine sits in a plastic cup and trickles richly down your throat a little more easily than before.

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