“No. Good with the quiet right now,” I replied.
“Ummm…I’m thinking, jazz.”
“Ummm…I’m thinking, silence.”
“Oo! What about this album?”
“Don’t feel like dancing, then?”
“See, the thing about being good with quiet is also being good with stillness.”
“Hmm. Yes, well, your brain is thrashing itself against your skull like a mad woman in a straight jacket locked in a padded room. I prescribe loud music and dancing.”
“I’m quite used to taming her. Just…(sigh)…wait.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Quite the lion tamer you are.”
“Hey, I got nothin’ to write, so I don’t know why you’re here. I mean, I do, I just…I don’t have anything that’s…Look, for all her thrashing around…I mean, she’s just thrashing around. The crazy, wild thing that she sometimes is. Just, let her be.”
“I’m thinking jazz.”
“Oh, for God’s sake! Fine. Then, I’ll draw a bath. That way we’ll both get what we want.”
“87 degrees, and you’re going to take a bath.”
“Just put on the music, OK? Whatever, only make it mellow, relaxing, bath soaking music.”
“Kenny G, Roxy Music and indigenous flute and musical bones guy it is… OO-OO-OO! Here’s that Twin Peaks soundtrack!”
“Dem bones, dem bones, dem crazy bones…doowap a-dap a-dapado…GIRL! It cuts right to the bone, the way you…doo-wa do… they know, know, know…mm-mm-mm…AND VACATION DOWN THE GULF OF MEXICO-O! OH YEAH!….I’m bone dry, dry as a bone, Dr. saw bones…Why you talkin’ to him, he’s such a bonehead! Chilled to the bone, ya bone yard…HA! Funny bones…WHOO WHEE! I am on a ROLE! You gettin’ this?
(from a distance) “NO.”
“No, really, this is good…He could really wail on da ‘bone! I gotta bone to pick with you because I gotta bone of contention after workin’ my fingers to the bone all day. And what’a I got to show for it? Bare bones! That’s what! Hoo, man! I really crack myself up.”
I gently closed the door to my bedroom, sat on the bed with a book, a tall iced drink, my laptop and the fan on full blast, and let “DJ Muse-ician” go on entertaining him/herself and the cat.
[The Blog Propellant: dem bones]