Friday, April 13, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Big Bands, Small Ensembles
Duo:
Paul and I are alone tonight. Bernie went back to her guardian's, Louis is at work, Sol is in Henderson and Frieda is at a friend's house.
We listen to Music Choice, listening to big bands on "Singers and Swing". We're on our computers, in our own little worlds. Sometimes one of us takes a break to get some water or a snack, and we'll ask if the other wants something. Mostly, it's us, on our computers, listening to something old and beautiful.
Solo:
I could listen to Benny Goodman or Artie Shaw until I orgasm from the high notes on the clarinet. I used to make something like theirs, as beautiful.
Women's Quintet (with a panicky soloist):
Mom's coming home on Wednesday. Something in the back of my head is setting off the alarm bells. Are they sending her to her apartment to die? I feel like a panicky kid. I AM a panicky kid. Hang on Mom, I want to bring the girls up to visit you. But if it's no, ok.
Ed is right. I AM a selfish bitch.
Sextet (less one):
Going to Henderson on Sunday to celebrate Passover with Solomon. I don't know if Louis is planning on joining us. Seders are not for the weak of heart, but I have prepared seders for over 20 years and like any other holiday, the cooking, timed right, does itself.
Paul and I are alone tonight. Bernie went back to her guardian's, Louis is at work, Sol is in Henderson and Frieda is at a friend's house.
We listen to Music Choice, listening to big bands on "Singers and Swing". We're on our computers, in our own little worlds. Sometimes one of us takes a break to get some water or a snack, and we'll ask if the other wants something. Mostly, it's us, on our computers, listening to something old and beautiful.
Solo:
I could listen to Benny Goodman or Artie Shaw until I orgasm from the high notes on the clarinet. I used to make something like theirs, as beautiful.
Women's Quintet (with a panicky soloist):
Mom's coming home on Wednesday. Something in the back of my head is setting off the alarm bells. Are they sending her to her apartment to die? I feel like a panicky kid. I AM a panicky kid. Hang on Mom, I want to bring the girls up to visit you. But if it's no, ok.
Ed is right. I AM a selfish bitch.
Sextet (less one):
Going to Henderson on Sunday to celebrate Passover with Solomon. I don't know if Louis is planning on joining us. Seders are not for the weak of heart, but I have prepared seders for over 20 years and like any other holiday, the cooking, timed right, does itself.
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