Month: March 2004

Walking with Miles� guitar strumming away wearing away his cheap guitar strings hoping they wear so thin he can finally replace them with his Martin strings he plays for just us.

Walking Dan and I try to keep a tune but Dan soon gives up and pats his stomach and legs for a drum affect that will soon turn his belly and legs bright red making him stop and ending the beat in which we stepped.

Walking I sing into the night, nearly screaming concerned for the people living in the houses we walk on past in the late night but don�t care cause I�m sure I could outrun them.

Walking, Miles quits playing and with each story the words are frozen in the air as the temperature nears 40 degrees and we regret wearing our shorts, it was warm when we left.

Walking Dan starts, �I can�t even� Miles and I complete �begin to start thinking of knowing how to answer that question� and we laugh, not because of the oddness of the phrase we�ve become so fond of but because we all remembered it and recited it as if it were a prayer at church we had been saying since we were old enough to have to stay away throughout the entire mass.

Walking I start singing a familiar tune I haven�t thought of in months and Miles racks his brain trying to remember the chords as Dan finds the beat on his legs and we sing about a boy and his love for his butterfly as the moon shines on us as if it were a sun.

Walking we discuss everything we can think of for this is our chance, away from parents, away from school mates, away from girlfriends, attention is only on us without acting a certain way for anyone�s approval.

Walking we unleash the terrors trembling just under our skin that have been waiting to be set free for so long.

Walking with Dan and Miles and I, I feel like I could cry, run away, jump for joy, sleep, jump, tackle, slide, scream and any number of other emotions I could possibly be feeling because I love this moment but I know the moment is gone almost as soon as I realize it.

Walking we get to the swings which we finally rest on without realizing the swings are a symbol of so much more than we realize at that moment, swings bring up back and forth, you always start at the present and go to the past then the future, much like life, much like our conversations, we always start talking about what we�re doing now, memories of old, then where we�re going in this playground of life, and much like a swing we end the night by jumping off going forward, into the future.

We walk home.

Guess what? I’m in another play!

But, in an effort to keep some of my fans, I’m going to try to make this a post.

This musical is a riot. Here’s a basic synopsis of the plot. We meet the Smith Family. There is Mr. and Mrs., Agnes and Tootie (the token little kids), Esther, Rose, and Lon (the goody-two-shoes older children), Grandpa (whose fez fetish caused Grandma to leave him), and Katie (the irish white slave).

We watch the inane inner household of this 1904, typical upper class St. Louis suburban family for about three scenes. The girls only think about marriage. The boy only thinks about food. The dad only thinks about his bath. And the major conflict is what time supper is.

They are all a titter over the World’s Fair, coming soon to St. Louis. Who in God’s name chose St. Louis for the WORLD’S Fair? Was it that arch? Was that it? They could have held it in Washington, D.C., our nation’s capitol. They could have held it in New York, the most populous city in America. Instead, they chose to have such an outstanding fair in St. Louis, city of Nelly.

So, we watch them for a while. A LONG while. Then, randomly, a bright orange trolly with a little kid as conductor shows up on stage and all these random chorus people begin to sing “The Trolley Song”. Wait, that’s not a little kid. It’s Miles! But his outfit is a little big, so he looks 12 or 13, which is just the look he wants. Gracious.

Lon has a going away party, but he never goes away. There’s a ballroom dance, where I personally dance for just short of an hour, which also has little reason but to bore the audience and give me cramps in my calves. There is all this drama because Mr. Smith gets a job New York and they have to move, before the fair! Oh, Gosh!

In the end, Mr. Smith doesn’t have to move and nothing really happens at all in the musical. The girls get boyfriends, Lon (who goes nowhere) gets a girlfriend, Tootie and Agnes get to see lights out of doors, and Katie is free of her servitude. No, not really.

In this play, I play three characters – Lance and Sidney Purvis who are twin brothers and their uncle (the motorman), Ed Purvis. This means four costumes, two changes of which are in the same scene and minutes within each other. Lance is “normal Miles”. Sidney is “afraid of girls and bad dancer Miles”. Ed is “happy super anime fun Miles”. All-in-all, it’s a lot of sweat.

You should show up. If you’re good, I’ll let you wear my motorman hat.

Maybe.

DJ Danger Mouse, what an intimidating name, is a hip hop disc jockey who has not been paying attention to news. He took two musical Gods and mixed them together, unfortunately, he didn�t tell either of the artists. He mixed the rapper Jay-Z�s �The Black Album� and The Beatles� �The White Album.� You don�t have to be an Art major to figure out that black and white makes grey, hence the name of his little album.

He claims it was all in fun and he just wanted to give it to friends and family, �Merry Christmas �Nana�, but he also sold some copies to a record store to get his name out. After that, because of Al Gore inventing that darned internet the music got everywhere.

Guess who wasn�t pleased: Jay-Z and the Beatles. Lennon reportedly rolled over in his grave and Jay-Z was so upset he bought another gun.

Logically, if you didn�t want anymore trouble you�d apologize and get those CD�s you�ve made for �Nana and Booby and plead forgiveness, right? Wrong. Once the Grey Album his the news and EMI records, The Beatles music�s babysitter, and letters from lawyers were released DJ�s pals started up website and made Tuesday February 24 �Grey Tuesday�. There were a plethora of websites posting the album for free download, just to antagonize the RIAA and EMI.

You have to love that. There were over 150 websites posting these illegal tracks!

I am not a fan of the RIAA bullying kids on computers. They push people around, slap enormous fines on them and all in the name of the law. I may have been able to buy that poor Britney Spears and the band Metallica were starving to death for a while, but then I watched �Cribs� on MTV. Their garages are the size of our entire university and they have more vehicles then we have in our parking lot.

Though Jay-Z and EMI may not be happy about this new album, I�m sure they�ll sue until they feel better.

We both lie on our backs, facing the golden disc in the sky. The long, green grass is soft and cool against our warm, summer-kissed skin.

We stare up at the sky. Thousands of white, cotton-fluffed clouds skirt across a deep blue field. The shapes join and divide into a menagerie of animals, blobs, and household items.

Three butterflies play upon the delicate breath of the wind. When I squint, their colors stretch into a column that reaches above them and dives below them.

I turn my head to look at you, but all I see is your notebook. The wind blows back the cover, and I see something written in sky blue ink.

love me until the sky falls down…

I look, but you’re gone. I squint at the words in your notebook, and they stretch into columns. I pick up the notebook with your command safely nestled within its pages. I vow to keep those words for as long as I live.

I will love you until the sky falls down…

Download it at deviantART.

This is a wallpaper Megan made for me.

The text says, “Love me until the sky falls down…” and it has three butterflies on it.

She made this in MS Paint on my tablet.

Download it at deviantART.