Monday, February 7, 2011

Improvisation


I was offered a choice between two bright-red plastic harmonicas. I said I’d start with the small one, which was about eight inches long. The other measured about two feet. I started to play, and soon my coat grew tails as I smacked my right foot on the sidewalk, noticing the flecks of star-like grit as I did so and almost slipping into the gutter. A crowd gathered. I had no idea what I was playing or where it would lead, but suddenly finding myself in need of a spectacular high note, I had to use the ringing in my right ear — the ringing in my left being an octave lower — and when the people heard it — I could feel its forceful exit as of a great wind rushing through my head — they broke into applause.

24 comments:

Transcend Designs said...

Wow, that was a dream you had!?
That was just marvelous...!

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Brad! Yes, it is a dream.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

:-) wow this is fantastic and sure a sing of somethings good

William Michaelian said...

Well, I’m still here, and you’re here too. That’s good enough for me.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

:-) yes it's true

♥Jan♥ said...

Bravo William! Bravo! As I stamp my feet and bring my hands together in applause which starts the ringing in my ears...bravo!!!

Two Tigers said...

You had me at "I had no idea what I was playing or where it would lead." But, damn, now I can't use that as the title for my memoirs!

Wine and Words said...

Your sub conscious is as brilliant as the rest of you. I loved it. Do you really have tinitus? I do. At one of my jobs they dropped a load of metal pipes onto the concrete floor from way up there. That was the end of that. Here I am, listening to that high note of yours 24/7. Some days I think I might go mad. Wait...perhaps I have already arrived.

jasmin said...

William, es ist wieder etwas Besonderes, dein Schreiben, eine kleine Geschichte, ein schönes Stück Traum-Leben,
die Magie des ersten Satzes verzaubert...
mit guten Wünschen Jasmin

William Michaelian said...

Ah, thanks, Jan. And to think I never got around to the big harmonica....

On the other hand, Gabriella, you might just be dreaming I used that line.

With any luck, Annie, with any luck. Yes, my ears ring constantly, sometimes high, sometimes low, often at different pitches one from the other, all a result of too many hours (days, weeks, months, years) on the tractor back in my farming days.

Thank you, Jasmin. I do think these dreams are all revealing in terms of personality, hopes, fears, memories...

Old 333 said...

Thanks for the dream, William - a fine thing it was.

P

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Peter — although that “was” is kind of scary. Can’t it be “is” just a little longer?

Ed Baker said...

you are NOT gonna believe this
but
last night (or the night before)
in a dream I dreamed of
Johnny Puela trying to get into the front of those harmonica players & being bounced on one of their knees
I think they were called The Harmonicats

;neat piece.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks. And if you take a look at this page (if you haven’t already), you’ll find Johnny if you scroll down a bit. Looks like a loaf of bread in the first photo.

rahina q.h. said...

you captured my imagination at a vulnerable point...

William Michaelian said...

The stronger it is, the more vulnerable it must be, it seems.

all ways 11 o'clock said...

What a beautiful dream William.
There you are on corner taking taking applause from the passers-by and bowing gracious as you would.

~robert

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Robert. And fool that I am, I forgot to pass the hat.

Joseph Hutchison said...

My friend, this is as good as it gets. Beautiful!

Joe

William Michaelian said...

Thank you kindly, Joe. You know, I think I’ll sleep on that.

vazambam said...

The last note of applause is always the most lasting--let it ring!

William Michaelian said...

Who said that? Ah! You there — young man. Step forward.... Vassilis! ’tis really you! The dream gets better and better.

Momo Luna said...

I love the image of a small bright red plastic harmonica and you. :-)
What a delicious dream William, i can scent it.

William Michaelian said...

I remember now, I had a tiny red harmonica for a time when I was a kid. It was plastic too and trimmed in white. It was capable of two notes: loud and louder.