“The only truth is music.”
― Jack Kerouac
I have a lot to do – but I’m tired and I have an Echo Dot hooked up to a soundbar next to my bed and Spotify. I lie in bed and think of classic albums. I say out loud, “Alexa, play Dark Side of the Moon,” or “Alexa play Goodbye to the Yellow Brick Road,” or “Alexa play The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars,” or ….
Today we have a music related flash fiction:
“Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it …”
― Virginia Woolf
Klyde Warren Park
Dallas, Texsas
“If time travel is possible, where are the tourists from the future?”
― Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time
The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey
New Orleans, Louisiana
The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey
New Orleans, Louisiana
The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey
New Orleans, Louisiana
A Roving Percussionist On The Big Easy’s Busy Streets
“Party lights hang over the street, yellow and red and green. Sadie stumbles over someone’s chair, but I’m ready for this and I catch her easily by the arm.
“Sorry, clumsy,” she says.
“You always were, Sadie. One of your more endearing traits.”
Before she can ask about that I slip my arm around her waist. She slips hers around mine, still looking up at me. The lights skate across her cheeks and shine in her eyes. We clasp hands, fingers folding together naturally, and for me the years fall away like a coat that’s too heavy and too tight. In that moment, I hope on thing above all others: that she was not too busy to find at least one good man …
She speaks in a voice almost too low to be heard over the music. But I hear her – I always did. “Who are you, George?”
“Someone you knew in another life, honey.”
― Stephen King, 11/22/63
Bill Chance 