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Friday, February 29, 2008

Miles Davis - “Black Satin” Leaps

posted by on February 29 at 9:45 AM

An Outbound As In

iceswan.jpgThere is an intersection. A maroon Buick LeSabre with a cracked windshield pulls to a stoplight. A man named Herman crosses the street in front of the car. He has a cane for no reason. Count Chocula is Herman’s favorite breakfast cereal, he never learned to swim, and he has a phobia of ice sculptures, especially when in the shape of swans.

As Herman passes the LeSabre, he hears Miles Davis’ “Black Satin” playing on the car’s stereo. The earth tilts. On another side of the world a music student in Seville, Spain charts notes to the same Miles Davis piece. A mailman knocks on her door with a package. In the mailman’s teeth she sees the keys of the piano she learned to play on. Chipped identically. The package is from a cello player who won’t leave her alone. The third vase he’s given her this week.

The collection of vases on the music student’s 5th floor sill makes her uneasy so she throws them out the window. She sits on the sill and looks off toward a Ferris wheel in an amusement park nearby. Vases crash, calliope stirs “Black Satin” notes around her head, and the spinning carnival ride churns a peristalsis of the scene. It’s late afternoon. From the view, she traces lengthening shadows into the sunset they latch onto. She doesn’t even like the piano anymore, schooling ruined it. Marine biology is what she really wanted to study - undersea life, starfish, sharks, tiburones.

On the Ferris wheel, car nineteen, a little shit of a boy named Esto has eaten too much cotton candy. He vomits, and it splatters past the hand of a nun in car three below. Exiting the ride, the sister looks to the ground and sees the face of Jesus Christ in the puddle of the boy’s pink throw up. News of the sighting spreads quickly. The cement spot is soon a massive center of worship and the destination of holy migration. Esto becomes a relic. He is quoted in the paper as saying, “I could tell it was something special when it was coming up.” There are mouse pads, coffee cups, and napkin sets displaying the quote in multiple languages. Cotton candy is served. Car nineteen is bronzed. You can get a picture of yourself sitting next to a life size cardboard cut-out of Esto. A real must have. And if you listen closely enough there, Miles Davis can be heard, playing away. Tilting the Earth.

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what happened to herman?

Posted by bosch | February 29, 2008 10:30 AM

Is there a "Posting while stoned" tab?

Posted by Jeff | February 29, 2008 10:36 AM

He finished crossing the street, my Bosch. And thought about the marshlands of the South Carolina coast. There he crabbed, and enjoyed those crabs.

Stone sober, Jeff. Let's meet up and you can test my pee.

Posted by trent moorman | February 29, 2008 10:44 AM

What the fuck? It's neither profound nor interesting nor eloquent. Stick to disco, brah.

Posted by brad | February 29, 2008 11:00 AM

and yet brad read it all the way through, then took the time to post a comment. now that is interesting.

Posted by bosch | February 29, 2008 11:18 AM

ha ha ha!!! loves it trent...
happy leap day

Posted by dan | February 29, 2008 12:04 PM

There is a music blog. It opens in my browser and I begin to read the words on the screen.I see a picture of an ice swan. A small dog runs into my office and drops a ball at my feet. I throw the ball into the hallway and the dog runs after it. The dog sees a morsel of food on the floor left by a busy person eating took quickly. The dog eats the morsel. The words on the screen are lost to me as the phone rings and I continue to complete my workday. A day that only comes every 4 years. happy leap day trent.

Posted by drheavy | February 29, 2008 12:23 PM

Herman picked up the ice sculpture, took it up to his pad where much Miles spun on black vinyl with raw scratches from over use. Then he learned that Hendrix's drummer died and the ice melted as the day leaped ahead of itself.

Posted by Tante | February 29, 2008 1:29 PM


Posted by Monty | February 29, 2008 8:13 PM

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