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.
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24 comments:
Wow, that was a dream you had!?
That was just marvelous...!
Thanks, Brad! Yes, it is a dream.
:-) wow this is fantastic and sure a sing of somethings good
Well, I’m still here, and you’re here too. That’s good enough for me.
:-) yes it's true
Bravo William! Bravo! As I stamp my feet and bring my hands together in applause which starts the ringing in my ears...bravo!!!
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!
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.
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
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...
Thanks for the dream, William - a fine thing it was.
P
Thanks, Peter — although that “was” is kind of scary. Can’t it be “is” just a little longer?
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.
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.
you captured my imagination at a vulnerable point...
The stronger it is, the more vulnerable it must be, it seems.
What a beautiful dream William.
There you are on corner taking taking applause from the passers-by and bowing gracious as you would.
~robert
Thanks, Robert. And fool that I am, I forgot to pass the hat.
My friend, this is as good as it gets. Beautiful!
Joe
Thank you kindly, Joe. You know, I think I’ll sleep on that.
The last note of applause is always the most lasting--let it ring!
Who said that? Ah! You there — young man. Step forward.... Vassilis! ’tis really you! The dream gets better and better.
I love the image of a small bright red plastic harmonica and you. :-)
What a delicious dream William, i can scent it.
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.
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