Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band - "Candle Mambo"
Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band - "Owed T'Alex"
Edmund and May at the cabin in March. Cold crust, with thin cold must, the air is special, preserved inside that porous house all winter like finding an unopened Christmas gift. Air whose time has passed. They arrived at five and started cooking right away, hungrily sweatered and the gas stove warms the house. As Edmund seared the scallops, May went to put on some music. For as long as he'd known it, the cabin had only ever had four records: Tapestry, Loaded, ZoSo, and Trout Mask Replica. "Is this it?" she said in that way that reminded Edmund how little she still knew about him. It was easy to talk to May, she was soft with eyes that listened wide, and she made it easy to forget that she hadn't taken any of the million tiny steps towards easy knowledge of someone else. The way you reveal yourself to people in separate layered moments, yes these are my DVDs, most of my clothes are gifts, I'll lend you this book it reminds me of you, and clock the reaction each time, file it away amidst the rest. Carolyn liked the records, she had said "They fit any mood you could ever have," Alison laughed, "That's cute," possibly meaning his parents, who had acquired the records and never bothered to add to them, as it was originally their cabin. Jen didn't even notice, Edmund had to point it out. And now May, simply put on "Going to California" and they danced like silly hippies, their hands in the air, their bodies gravity-stricken, like happy droopy skeletons. The cabin had no electricity, so they danced in the light of oil lamps and from the fireplace, and the way the flames made the whole cabin flicker, it gave everything a fragile quality, like it could all go out any second.
They made love in the living room that night, and watched the sun rise over the lake, which cracked with frozen shards. The morning seemed like the very first letter in the sentence of spring.
Led Zeppelin - "Going to California"
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DAD DRIVES
I've made the first episode of a potential new web series. It's for a contest which, if won, would fund the production of more episodes. The contest tracks views, likes, favourites, comments, all that stuff. So if you like it, social-media the hell out of it. It features myself and Mark Little, of Picnicface, which is a show on Canada's Comedy Network.
Posted by Dan at March 9, 2012 3:31 PMThe first, takes me back to late at night in a scuzzy Montreal movie house. The second reminds me that the internet is a place where social media is a verb. Said the Gramophone is where I can love them both.
Posted by asta at March 9, 2012 5:56 PM