This is what happens when you write non stop about music: Your brain begins to ooze out of your ears and you run out of things, not to say, because, cmon, music is a wide subject, but ways to say it I’m missing and the words begin to sound all the same.
And you have no time or brain cells left to write fiction, and I have felt like writing a short story for two weeks. I had no idea what story I wanted to tel but I knew there was one. Particularly since one of my worst enemies died last month and I wanted to write about her.
So this is just how a story works out. I thought up this story yesterday, just kinda daydreamed it and wrote as I thought. These are notes and the story isn’t finished even as notes but here it is. It is called “I Get delirious” and when and if I write it it’ll be in the third person:
“I Get Delirious” is about a man, not much unlike me but really maybe younger, maybe in his mid20s. And he has just plain given up. Let’s make him five years out of college and one year out of jail for GBH.
And he has no friends, no enemies much, really nothing. He comes out of jail completely clean -like a newborn baby. He was engaged to be married but she has been gone for around six months, and he has lost his job and lost his apartment. Parents dead. He is just about completely alone at the age of… say, 29.
He takes the bus to midtown and he has no where to live… actually he is staying at a half way house… he is on his way to a half way house, part of a church on west 29th street, he is around port authority and crossing the street and a car nearly runs him over, lotsa traffic but the person behind the wheel -a man, is jerking back and forth and he follows the car with his eyes and…
Another accident, squeal of wheels, woman’s cry, babt is run over. He is next to the woman who is creaming, the baby is not spilt in… not even there. The baby isn’t around any more… it’s like a splat on the ground, like if you have ever seen a rat sun over.
The woman is screaming, not the mother, the… she is the nanny, she is swedish… she is a popular swedish pop stars kid sister… she is hysterical.
The guy – Jake is his name, he is watching her and she begins to crumple and he holds the nanny, Cecilia, so she doesn’t fa fall and for the cecilia , there is nothing to hold or anything, so she clings to him.
Cecilia has been sining in a Prince cover band and when the mess is over and she has no job and no papers, she is playing in a small club just past Chinatown and when Jake walks in they are playing “I Get Delirous”.
so he walks in and he can hear her singing but the voice is like his mother and the rhythm is the rhythm of a bed, because he is in bed thinking up this story while he listens to his mom having sex in the door next to him while prince’s album fails to mask the sounds of her sleeping with a guy who is not his father. His father is on tour with a middling 80s synth band playing the nostalgia shrimp in a basket circuit…
he tries to drown out the sound… and he is in the club and a light is shining like a lampt from the street on her voice and she looks guilty of something…? what?
the baby? how did he fall? in rush hour? how was the driver tht fast, how was she that careless? (I know the answer, the nany was having an affair with the husband but the husband won’t leave the wife because of the baby -the Nanny is befiending Jake because he is her alibi)
the kid is thinking about this when he hears a door slam… I don’t know who is slamming the door but I THINK it is his father…
If I ever find out what happens next I’ll tell you, I promise.