Monthly Archives: February 2012
The piano leans resting against the smoky red staircased wall. Etherial phrases linger, floating upwards towards the chattering buzz of indistinct conversation. They sit in the darkened window, streetlights reflecting in beer’s amber lush, twinkling synchronization. Drawn into voluminous chairs, sound entranced. Just brushing their left, friends of the music maker placidly discussing who came, who didn’t. There are no other tables downstairs. Music softly soars as patrons squeeze between stool back and audience, the singular route to the bar.
Undeterred, the melody sings on. They lean in, enraptured, guided slowly along a river of ghosts and sorrows triumphant, overcome. Hazy milky light entwines the notes, mingling ecstasies, breathless anticipations. Velvet encompassing, caresses. A glance ties together, music pulls them back.
It does not so much stop as dissipate, a dream upon waking, lingering impressions but nothing to grasp.
Sitting, singularly, hands lingering over chipped ivory, brushed and bruised yet unmoved, the most famous jazz pianist in Hungary.
in hungary, it is not at all unusual for someone to hit you over the head with a frying pan for no discernible reason, then glare at you in full expectation of an apology
one has numerous options at this point. none of them useful, mind, but if one cannot accept this as a completely natural situation it is perhaps best to choose another country. ‘s all I’m sayin.
fyi
uneducated unencumbered by information
bureocracy wages for the otherwise unemployable
selfish predictably directional
grumpy old man societal awareness manager
puns linguistic incongruity detectors
financiers green papergardeners
marketing guys misguided neuroscientists
neuroscientists fiscally misguided marketing guys
ignorant wise avoidance of mainstream media
it occurs to me that the fundamental problem of our time is that we all truly believe all the way to the tips of our toes that we are right. which in and of itself wouldn’t necessarily be so bad, were we able to realize that this does not in fact mean that anyone who disagrees with us is wrong.
just a thought
relaunching the apollo
minor surgery
nature’s reminder of the joys of photo processing (but only, of course, after reminding you of the wonders of snowy arboretums, planned but unfortunately forgotten until there wasn’t enough daylight left to catch a train 