codes & secret longings

leaning up against the wall, and watching as eric peeled his socks off, his toes all polished and he hopped up and turned his back to the audience and the show started. it got loud suddenly and i always love that feeling of my heart beating to the same rhythm as the bass. the e-bow we'd been looking for a solution to how to access it, velcro across a trouser leg?, no, let it dangle from the mic stand from a BUNGEE-CORD, a brilliant solution. he tossed it over to chris who had trouble with his boots managing his switch on his pedal to lead and never got a really good go on the e-bow. next show. and of course i clicked on the alien the swirly eyed googly eyed creature who sometimes has his heart and ears hooked up to a box that looks ready to detonate. some codes never can be broken. green envy as green as the glow from the cold moon, as bright as the e-bow glow and yes, envy is just as eerie. perfect sound. balanced as twins on a teeter-totter. tense with knowing what mischief is in the offing. but no, it's all serious, never drama. & drama's what i love. even if you want to pretend it's real. all real.

met a guy at the alex p. (i call him the attic boy cause he works at attic books). he loved the band but not fond of name. raised by swans? is he an ugly duckling? but that was a swan raised by ducks & that's not much of a name. raised by ducks? he does bare his feet. no room in shoes for webbed toes. that's all i could offer as explanation. does any band have to explain their name away? and so i tossed the gauntlet. before you tell eric you don't "get" his band name, and hurt his feelings, perhaps you should come up with a list of band names you'd favor. yes, it's that difficult. the the is taken. the anything. see?