by L.M.
I never smelled the smoke. The band had barely started playing before the fire alarm went off and people started swarming toward the exit. There is only one.
You made fun of the bands I listened to. This band, The Crystal Method, plays experimental, ambient music. It’s melodic, even rousing, not simply background like much of the electro genre. You liked to mock the bands’ robotic, mechanized names: Zapparator, SX46. When you said their names, you adopted the mechanical patois of the computerized undead. You preferred folk music, melodies dominated by an acoustic guitar, maybe a banjo, or even a ukulele. The ukulele was as experimental as you got with your musical tastes.
A wall of bodies smacks into me with the force of surf kicked high by a storm. I hear screaming, but no individual screams. The many voices muddle together to create a singular noise, a noise very much like that white hush of swirling water that plays in the backdrop when you get rolled under by a wave, your body curling and becoming orbicular, like a nautilus. [Read more…]
