Saturday, February 20, 2010

Musicians and their Women

There are a lot of things that happen in magical rooms that will soon be forgotten and eventually lost in the every day hubbub of real life. They involve watching half-naked men turning into pregnant angels then back again. They involve food in dungeons and suspending time for the sake of temporary but much-needed hedonism. They involve half-almost-awake musicians in the night, their rhythms forbidding them the sweet taste of slumber. Tunes must be played, the devil may care. There is the occasional memory of people believing in each other, their hands doing the rest. There is the rushing and interjecting noise of early morning traffic. There is the sun.

But like I said, there are things that happen in magical rooms that will soon be forgotten and eventually lost in the every day hubbub of real life.