Pardon me, sir! Yes, you, the tambourinist! Would you kindly perform a composition? I'm awake and have no pressing engagements. So I'll tag along with you this morning, if that's cool.
I had an awesome night but that's all over, the sun's up. Now, like I say, I'm still awake, just standing here doing nothing, even though I'm really tired. Also, man, my dogs are barking. And did I mention that I have no pressing engagements? By the way: it's really quiet around here and that just does nothing for my imagination.
So bring me along with you — I'm just totally fried, I can't even pick up anything, and my feet, as I mentioned, are tired but I'm still up for walking somewhere... anywhere, really. I'll walk and dance unselfconsciously behind you as you play.
You might hear me acting like a goofball behind you but it's all in good fun and hey, no rules, right? Likewise, if you hear me singing along to what you're playing, just ignore it, because, as stated, I'm a goofball and I'm trying to chase something illusory.
So play some stuff that'll get me out of the clutter of my thoughts and all the crap from my past, out of my anguished headspace. If you make me happy enough, I'll dance on the beach with one arm raised in the bright, sunny morning air and forget about my past and whatever the future has in store for me. Yeah, I'll deal with all that shit tomorrow.
Until tomorrow, but really, isn't tomorrow just some other measurement of time?
Posted by: Chuck Deluise | March 21, 2023 at 07:39 PM