This morning I was dancing in my living room to Leslie Feist's 1,2,3,4. This got me to thinking, or remembering which I seem to think is how our little brains spend a lot of their aimless time, about when I first heard that song. I was going through a music dry spell which embarassingly had been ongoing for several years. Something deep in me, primal but that I could feel and that reminds me of coyote yowls and moonlight and feeling the wind shift your hair on an otherwise windless night was yearning, and it gave feet to this urge: Go to Texas & see your grl. Go be with her while her baby's born she needs you now.
Mandy was/is my best friend from practically the first day she knocked on the door of that lightless must-filled icicleshangingonthewindowunit room-enough for our twin beds and a sink in the corner awful little single I shared with Kareem at the Drifthood summer of 96. One I got kicked out of eventually for not paying rent after Kareem exploded forties all over the place cuz he thought I ratted him out for stealing some drugs and money downtown. Cmon. Anyhow Man was the remedy to my hurting heart that summer, we sat a hundred days in the heat and light of that high orange sun, our buts in the mud at the ocean's edge our hands covered by sea froth and silently picking at shells and tiny stones. Later, we travelled toghether and ever since have been connected by that karma-sense same as coyote howls and the way the moonlight sometimes feels like sun.
So in 2008 when Derek (i think i spelled that wrong) her son came something in me rustled up and I flew to Texas for ten days or something to be with her in that little timeless nest of love. I'd just quit my job and didn't know what was next and was in a deep way on the run. 1234 was out it was a theme for some IPOD commercial and That was the same trip that we went to a flea market on the side of the highway in these ratted falling down shacks and she bought Cody a samarai sword and I bought these crazy long earrings from this witchy woman stand with all these strong strong gems, and it was also the day I first curled my hair again put on make-up and remembered how much I loved eccentric clothes.
Fesit, that song by her, and later others, too, became the theme songs of my life and also of tortured love. She introduced me, as well as Man and her son and oldskool travelkarma and earrings from a Mexi-run fleamrkt, to music again, to myself, and love.
Here is the song,& yes, it's full of coreographed dancing, hoooorah!
2 comments:
I love your distinction between thinking and remembering. It reminds me of the Eleanor Roosevelt quote, "Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people." On a short road trip yesterday, I realized that we did a lot of telling stories, recalling events. I tried to think for a couple of minutes about some new ideas I've had that I wanted to discuss and just abandoned the idea. Sooner or later, I'll run out of stories, so I need to start stockpiling ideas and thoughts. I need inspiration! Maybe this will do it.
O mandy. One of these days those babies of yours are going to be toddling around with backpacks on ready for school, & life will have wisened you in all these little ways that will start to come to fruit. Not only will our late nite roadtrip convos then be even more crazy redbulled swishersweet philosophical fueled as result, but more important our funny rhymmy poems and your quikwitted games will be all the more rich, too. But in the meantime--Dada sees what you mean?/The lady needs time/in the coffee shop scene...!!
tehe lovexoxo
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