Arms and Hands
June 21, 2009 3:14 AM
We're trying to decipher notes taken down on arms and hands.
I guess maybe this is for the end of the academic year, but only metaphorically. (I am not involved in college any more, but my wife teaches, so I sort of exist in that rhythm.)
No autoharps here. Plenty of keyboards, including the Kawai X40 and the MicroKorg, as well as my
pretty red accordion, brought to America from Malmköping, Sweden, by my grandfather, whom I never met.
The drums are the Alesis SR16, sent through a Dean Markley amp -- one of those tiny ones that has a clip to put on your belt. There are also some ballpoint pens.
Vocals are recorded with the
ShinyBox ribbon mic. I continue to sing more and more softly.
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posted by Karlos the Jackal (6 comments total)
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We’re trying to decipher notes taken down on arms and hands, but I cannot tell the difference between letter Es and ampersands. It’s boring to remember all the history we had before -- we dropped those crumbs of knowledge in the hopes we’d find our way back home once more. I need a cheat sheet with connect-the-dots to spell my name; I have no advice to give you, and even if I did it would all sound the same: arms and hands, arms and hands, all I can offer you are arms and hands.
We’re trying to decipher notes taken down on arms and hands; all our mnemonics proven worthless, now just loops of string and rubber bands. We draw such thin lines between what’s true and what we believe, answers we’re sure we had somewhere now smears of ink and sweat between skin and sleeve. And all the lines are blurred now, and I’m dry -- pass me another pen. I have nothing else to give you, just the simple old solutions that embraced you and await you once again: arms and hands, arms and hands, all I can offer you are arms and hands.
posted by Karlos the Jackal at 3:18 AM on June 21