or you could leave
i’m not sure what i witnessed while i read at chocolati tonight.
a man and a woman sit at the bar against the window. they could be friends, though they’re in a very intimate conversation, looking only at each other, so close their knees touch.
he cries, puts his hand to his forehead pitifully, and she strokes his back sympathetically. just friends maybe. no, she kisses him on the face several times.
they have no pet names for each other. the questions she asks him are what you might cover on a first date — “how did your family celebrate christmas? i want to know [such urgency!] about your traditions, who was there, what did you do on christmas day…” she could be half of a blind date or a market researcher, maybe not his girlfriend. he replies in unfamiliar terms — “my family wasn’t very religious…”
and suddenly there’s an outburst. he lunges at her, grabs her face and kisses her viciously, but not before she lets out a surprised peep. i hide behind the essay i’m reading.
in another moment i look up and see her face buried in his lap. the image hints at something nasty, but i look closely [i’m compelled!] and her head is just there; he pets her head while he talks.
it could be romantic if it weren’t so weird — abrupt, public, between seeming strangers, and at chocolati.
maybe they were playing a game? i’m relieved when they leave.
recognized
multo’s made “demo of the week” over at indiepages.
it’s not technically my music, nor am i on the demos. but i’m happy for A and the prospect of music-making.
periwinkle sky and clear views
the sky this morning is a blue i don’t see often. it’s periwinkle, giving way above it to the usual sky blue sky, and to the right the blinding white of clouds.
the leaves on the trees across the street are falling, leaving the branches bare and the windows in the building they usually shade, unguarded. winter voyeurism begins.
play mar, play
i’ve been a-practicing a few weeks now with A/multo in preparation for our live, public rendition (i don’t know why calling it a show weirds me out) on sunday.
i don’t have any experience playing music that’s new, for, with, in front of the person who wrote it. it’s exciting that A can revise his music at will, on the spot. i defer to him because that’s what i’m used to doing when playing music — the page says forte, i play forte; A says play legato and i play legato. it’s a nice respite from seminar, reading, overall school-related worries — this playing music, and not just the piano, with which i can lock myself in a practice room for a solitary experience.