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oh odysseus, i normally am more sympathetic, but that was a decadent display of your own awareness of your role as the primary hero.
anyways...i was sitting near rite aid and this instrumentally complex siren song wafts over to me. i had to go see what it was. turns out a bunch of musicians were practicing in a closed for the night crepery. it was so compelling. i stood there and smoked a cigarette, and like a dumb member of the tribe standing before a shaman, i was both in dire need of and insanely desirous to possess their particular magic. there were drums stitching closed the broken winged bird swerving of a violin, and the slowly spreading underearth of a guitar. i wish i knew musical theory so i could say more, but i can say that it appealed to the intuitive appreciator of music that exists in us all.
later a homeless guy came up to me while i was reading about the dormant commerce clause in my car. he asked in a high wavering voice, which by sheer proximity, reminded me of the violin, if i could spare any change. his voice was almost too high, as if he was me imitating what someone else cracked out would sound like. but boy had he hit the jackpot. i have a treasure chest of change in my car. the guitar's tremolous increases sounding, i scooped him a handful. he asked for one more. i scooped him another. he said he needed more to buy beer, since they don't sell them in singles. i gave him one more and said happy halloween.
i'm certainly not destitute, but i have had to pay for a tank of gas in nickels and pennies before. the music made the whole scene stick in my memory. the background of repeating themes in the song assigned to each real world occurrence a foreshadowing of future repetition. we seemed scored, we seemed instruments meeting where we would meet again and again until the sudden surprise shift, until the slow journey to fade.
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