winter hats in the summer. smelling of bacon grease. elevator music on laptops. you're rilly good at this telling detail stuff.
i had my apotheosis with computer generated music on the corner of 17th and Q street walking the dog. a bakery van passed, playing loudly something old, with actual humans playing the drum and the rhythm guitar, with such a zingy touch and backbeat-music-of-the-sphereness, as if they were carving out of crystal the heavenly pulse hidden in the stone, and no mariah carey miasma (i think the actual term is melisma), but hitting the note square and true and just slightly sharp for efferverscence. the dog and i danced. just a little. i had not realized what a luddite i am and converted on the spot.
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Date: 2010-01-17 05:42 pm (UTC)i had my apotheosis with computer generated music on the corner of 17th and Q street walking the dog. a bakery van passed, playing loudly something old, with actual humans playing the drum and the rhythm guitar, with such a zingy touch and backbeat-music-of-the-sphereness, as if they were carving out of crystal the heavenly pulse hidden in the stone, and no mariah carey miasma (i think the actual term is melisma), but hitting the note square and true and just slightly sharp for efferverscence. the dog and i danced. just a little. i had not realized what a luddite i am and converted on the spot.