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09 May 2018 @ 06:51 pm
broken idols by the side of the road, they didn't fall on the side of the law  
orpheus
i was thinking

eurydice
what were you thinking?

orpheus
quite a number of things, many of them incoherent, some of them indecent, others neither here nor there but quite specific in their placelessness. i was just kind of paddling along in that river of thought, looking at all the ports and paths i could divert myself off into and have quite a merry visit, at least for the afternoon, when i had an idea. remember when you played me that one song - what was that one song? the one that

eurydice
“celestial soda pop,” by ray lynch.

orpheus
my, you answered that quickly. how do you know that’s the song i’m asking about? it’s certainly not the only song you’ve ever played for me.

eurydice
and you didn’t notice any of them. that one, you noticed.

orpheus
i’ve noticed other songs you played for me.

eurydice
mostly so you could tell me to turn it off and never make you even accidentally hear it again.

orpheus
what song did i say that about?

eurydice


eurydice
the song you were asking about was “celestial soda pop.”

orpheus
by david lynch. wait

eurydice
ray lynch. david lynch is someone else. you’ve asked about it before.

orpheus
i have?

eurydice
several times.

orpheus
could you put it on a tape for me?

eurydice
sure, but i can’t spare any tapes right now.

orpheus
i’ll bring one tomorrow. i’ll bring two. one for you to put the song on and give back and one to make up to you for trash talking music you like. maybe you could put some peach nightmare on there for me, too.

eurydice
tangerine dream. like those nice gray maxell ones?

orpheus
i know. those are your favorites.

eurydice
so about this idea of yours.

orpheus
you played the soda pop song and you read that poem over it. the one about

eurydice
death.

orpheus
…shapeshifting. it was about waking up in the morning to discover you’d so completely blended into your environment you could no longer see yourself in the mirror. which, yeah. you’re right.

eurydice
death by assimilation.

orpheus
but that’s kind of what i’m getting at. i thought about that poem a lot. i thought about the song you played for it, too. i couldn’t remember the artist or the song name, just that one of them was a little weird, and it was. i kept thinking and thinking about those two things and those two things together until, how do i explain this?

eurydice
your fingertips got itchy.

orpheus
how did you know that?

eurydice
you have “i wrote a song” voice.

orpheus
i have a voice for that?!

eurydice
i like it. it’s almost giddy. you sound like you did that day we found an unopened box of cinnamon toast crunch right after discovering that pbs was running your favorite show about dinosaurs.

orpheus
that’s basically what it’s like, but how do you know about the itchy fingers thing?

eurydice
it's a creative failsafe. your body demanding you explore an idea by irritating you until you do.

orpheus
but itchy fingertips are so specific. i can’t remember ever mentioning it.

eurydice
when you want to work on music but you can’t, you scratch at your fingertips with your thumbnail or rub them on the edge of a tabletop. sometimes there’s tapping.

orpheus
huh.

eurydice
quite a lot of tapping, actually.

orpheus
sorry about that.

eurydice
you’re no drummer, but it’s fine. i get it. i have failsafes, too. mine just tend to be more mood related.

orpheus
oh boy.

eurydice
as you have already observed. i don’t think it’s unusual. my friend anita would twirl her hair when she wanted to dance and couldn’t. the summer before she moved to minnesota, she slipped at the pool and still had her arm in a cast in september. the first day of school we sat next to each other at lunch and i saw she had this whole network of bald spots on the side of her head opposite the broken arm.

orpheus
i don’t understand.

eurydice
see, she broke her arm so she couldn’t dance — and she had this nervous habit of

orpheus
no, what’s this about you having a friend?

eurydice
oh. anita was cool. i slept over at her house a couple times. the first time we sneak-watched legend until two in the morning and ate her brother’s pop tarts. the other she put a stevie wonder record for her signature routine where she leaped over me in my sleeping bag on the basement floor while she was wearing glow-in-the-dark jelly shoes.

orpheus
an interactive performance!

eurydice
she worked a lot with the fourth wall. so about this song that you wrote about my poem.

orpheus
it’s one of my favorites.

eurydice
you played it for me when i was out sick in the winter.

orpheus
i did, but i don’t remember telling you that’s what it was. also i seem to remember you being asleep when i played it.

eurydice
i was awake for everything you played. i wanted to hear all of it. but i didn’t want you to worry that you were keeping me awake, so i pretended to sleep. but i heard that and knew it was in response to my poem. i almost sat up and asked if i could read it for you over the new song, but my throat hurt too much.

orpheus
i’m impressed you could tell.

eurydice
sometimes i can. a lot of the time i can’t. in that song, i could hear my wildflower bedsheets.

orpheus
as you should have. so that’s basically my idea.

eurydice
i write a poem

orpheus
i write a song from that poem

eurydice
i write another poem from that song

orpheus
and so on. until it feels finished or stops being fun.

eurydice
..remember how i’ve been begging you to try something like this since before we started dating?

orpheus
yeah, well, sometimes it just takes me a couple years to catch on.


 
 
music: syntonic research - gentle rain in a pine forest
 
 
 
Mary: eggshellsegg_shell on May 10th, 2018 09:46 am (UTC)
Love it!
sothesothe on May 11th, 2018 01:05 am (UTC)
Ah, Ive been gone from LJ for so long..and when I come back... This beauty greets me, letting me know that only a shadow of what I have missed. Thank you for being here still.