Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Gavin the saxaphonist

So, last open mic, young man, taller than a tree came striding into Dave's Aqua Lounge. He had on his back, a broad shell case and a tightened backpack. The amoebas were already on stage, and without missing a beat in step, he revealed a saxophone, took it in hand, and together we all screamed notes that.... reminded me of music.
A quaint remark, moreover as a reminiscent cue. A thousand ice cream trucks dragging 30-foot shovels along Time's Square's pavement shards, uprooted and slated back down on the sands of the coastline.
This is just imagery. And it's really bullshit. But to me it's the kind that doesn't stink so bad.

Anyway, it reminded me of the islands of which we are all stationed.
Hopefully he'll come back and play some more tunes.

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