Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
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I drove home last night thinking about what has been on my mind for quite sometime. I flipped through the radio stations, trying to find a song that didn’t have the following titles: “Miss you”, “Radar Love”, and “November Rain”. Then, out of nowhere, JAZZ!
Cut to a sunglass hut…
“So what kinda music do you like?” The very tall and naturally tanned woman asked me from the other side of the display case.
She thinks I’m a sale, when really I just used to work here. Let’s see what she’ll do for this ‘sale’.
“Oh you know…JAZZ!” Now, I actually listen to jazz. I love it. A spacemonk I know digs it as well.
“Jazz?…Uh, I like jazz too.” It was obvious that she wasn’t prepared for that. Maybe if I said “Usher” or “Creed” or “Justin Timberlake”
She ‘would’ve’ had her ‘sale’. BUT NO! She lost it at “jazz”.
Cut back to me driving home…
Jazz. That’s what saved me from songs like “Miss You”, “Radar Love”, and “November Rain”. My thoughts become beautiful like the stars in the night. I become freeflowing and nothing can contain me. Not even a metaphysical Tupperware container. Tupperware ain’t got shit on my freeflowing thoughts, double negatives included!
Later when I was at home, I found out that my teeth shred normal dental floss. Using the dental tape, I continue the hygienic maintenance of my teeth. Those pesky tart bastards better get the fuck out of my gums, ‘cause I plan to die with my full set of teeth since I imagine when I’m at teeth losing age, there won’t be any universal health care available where I live…Canada or not. Oregon recently voted against universal health care. I had done 3/4ths of my teeth when I realized that there was a song in my head. A song that’s plagued me for about a week now. I dare not mention it in fear of ridicule from friends and strangers. I head right to bed.
I lay down, feeling warm, clean, fit for sleep. I think about the act of praying, and how I’ve been indoctrinated from an early age to pray a certain way. I start to think about a clear, white space. Endless and expansive. I even blocked out the horrid track wading that space between short-term and long-term memory.
As soon as that happens, everything becomes slow. My eyes blink at such a slow rate that even thinking about it dries my cried-out eyes. The white expanse was all I felt and I began to feel like I was losing the one thing that was holding me back from enjoying the rest of my life.
I accepted my thoughts, and no longer paid any mind for the time being.
PANIC! (well…almost)
I forgot to set my timer on my alarm clock. I reached over, switched it on, and guess what was playing on that radio at that moment? The same song with those same lyrics that were trying to permanently etch itself into my mind. I looked out my window, and thought about what I was feeling right before I panicked. I flipped the station, and found more jazz that soothed me, and in a flash, I thought about how God (or whatever) showed me through jazz that he exists.
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I drove home last night thinking about what has been on my mind for quite sometime. I flipped through the radio stations, trying to find a song that didn’t have the following titles: “Miss you”, “Radar Love”, and “November Rain”. Then, out of nowhere, JAZZ!
Cut to a sunglass hut…
“So what kinda music do you like?” The very tall and naturally tanned woman asked me from the other side of the display case.
She thinks I’m a sale, when really I just used to work here. Let’s see what she’ll do for this ‘sale’.
“Oh you know…JAZZ!” Now, I actually listen to jazz. I love it. A spacemonk I know digs it as well.
“Jazz?…Uh, I like jazz too.” It was obvious that she wasn’t prepared for that. Maybe if I said “Usher” or “Creed” or “Justin Timberlake”
She ‘would’ve’ had her ‘sale’. BUT NO! She lost it at “jazz”.Cut back to me driving home…
Jazz. That’s what saved me from songs like “Miss You”, “Radar Love”, and “November Rain”. My thoughts become beautiful like the stars in the night. I become freeflowing and nothing can contain me. Not even a metaphysical Tupperware container. Tupperware ain’t got shit on my freeflowing thoughts, double negatives included!
Later when I was at home, I found out that my teeth shred normal dental floss. Using the dental tape, I continue the hygienic maintenance of my teeth. Those pesky tart bastards better get the fuck out of my gums, ‘cause I plan to die with my full set of teeth since I imagine when I’m at teeth losing age, there won’t be any universal health care available where I live…Canada or not. Oregon recently voted against universal health care. I had done 3/4ths of my teeth when I realized that there was a song in my head. A song that’s plagued me for about a week now. I dare not mention it in fear of ridicule from friends and strangers. I head right to bed.
I lay down, feeling warm, clean, fit for sleep. I think about the act of praying, and how I’ve been indoctrinated from an early age to pray a certain way. I start to think about a clear, white space. Endless and expansive. I even blocked out the horrid track wading that space between short-term and long-term memory.
As soon as that happens, everything becomes slow. My eyes blink at such a slow rate that even thinking about it dries my cried-out eyes. The white expanse was all I felt and I began to feel like I was losing the one thing that was holding me back from enjoying the rest of my life.
I accepted my thoughts, and no longer paid any mind for the time being.
PANIC! (well…almost)
I forgot to set my timer on my alarm clock. I reached over, switched it on, and guess what was playing on that radio at that moment? The same song with those same lyrics that were trying to permanently etch itself into my mind. I looked out my window, and thought about what I was feeling right before I panicked. I flipped the station, and found more jazz that soothed me, and in a flash, I thought about how God (or whatever) showed me through jazz that he exists.
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Those miserable songs, bah...I can relate to this so well