*Oops, meant to post this to the other blog. Oh well.*
They are wearing matching outfits. One is older, one younger. They might be father and son.
They move a chair, lay down a rug and bring in instruments. One sits on the ground with a sitar. The other sits on a chair with a drum.
And they play. Quietly, but assertively. There are no words, just the rhythms of their intermingling instruments. There are no songs, just one long session that changes tempo at their will. My pen changes tempo along with them.
The music supplements and enhances the words flowing into my notebook. I sit and I scribble until I can dally no more. The clock has run away and left me scrambling to get to work. I throw some bills in the tip jar, and thank them.
The notes follow me into the street and into the office. Playing still in my ears as I sit at my desk.
9 comments:
Seriously? A sitar? sigh...where exactly am I in the mornings?!?! I wish I wouldn't have missed this...
yeah, seriously. A sitar. Pretty cool stuff for a normal friday morning. :)
Well. Isn't that lovely. :)
Other blog? Whaa...?
Melissa - The other blog is just a private deal that I transcribe my moleskine into. It's where all the stupid philosophical ramblings, frustration venting, and overly elaborate reviews of writing implements end up just in case I lose or damage the physical notebook. :)
Of course in my blog writer I have to specify that blog, since this one is my default, and every now and then one slips. Normally I take them down, but this was short and harmless. :)
Wow -- sorry to have missed that music; where was this?
GrannyJ - this was at cuppers. :)
thanks for dropping by the gallery and my site...i enjoyed your writting ...and this story about music and notes so great how you express in such truthful but simple way that music (& art also--i believe) impacts our everyday life from a coffee shop to a desk! Great week to ya!
Emelina - well thanks for dropping by my site as well. :) Glad you liked the writing as well. And yeah, art is definitely included as well (and stimulating conversations, and the sun streaming through the windows just so, and the birds drinking morning dew from branches, and on and on and on). I take lots of stuff with me through the day. :)
^^^ Holy crap that was a lot of 'as wells'!
Too early for proper commenting. :)
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