This is how it goes around here some nights. Especially when I'm alone.
It's Friday night but I'm working. Mostly because I'm alone. Tonight, it's video.
And then I get an idea that I need something else. And so I go in search of it. Tonight, it's music for the video.
And so I start rifling through a file folder of songs that, for some reason or another, I'd set aside. I don't remember when, or for what. And so I sift through mp3s. I find I have a dozen (at least) clips of animal sounds. Mostly pigs. They were a for a video I did two years ago. I never used them. I hit the delete key at least a dozen times.
And then I stumble upon The Airborne Toxic Event, which is a group I saw on Letterman in January. They sang a song titled Sometime Around Midnight and soon after I got the mp3 of the song. (Don't ask how.) And so I double-click the icon and it plays. And something inside of me stirs.
I still haven't found a tune for the video, but for a moment or two, I've stopped caring. I just listen. And then the song gets going and I get out of my chair. I've now forgotten what it was I was looking for. And because I stood up I get to I see this ...
And then I remember why it is I'm here, away from everything and everyone, happy, even though I'm alone. So I hit the mouse again because the song has stopped. And I listen again while I watch the ball of fire sink.
And then I remember that someone, just last weekend, asked the question that so many others also have asked, the how and why that led me here. And I recall that my explanation last weekend sounded more convoluted than normal. And I wish that I could freeze this moment so every time I hear the question I can simply point out this window and say, that's why... .
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