2008-09-18
2008-09-17
Tour - Part 1 - Marshall Galactic
Well, I got this guitar strap for free - our first show of the tour in Dallas and I arrive with no guitar strap. So I went for the long shot and asked the sound guys - he had one, he said I could keep it too. Main reason I mention this random happening has to do with the smell of the piece. It smells like an army/navy surplus store. The olfactory sensation brought me back immediately to the times of my youth, when I frequented both surplus stores and duck ponds alike. Another example, today I walked into a bathroom in a Love's Truck Stop. I could have sworn I was in my ex-girlfriends home. She could have been right behind me or in bed with me in the morning. Normally I would treasure the flashback, but in this case these tender memories were couched in the context of a floor slick with piss and semi-caked mud where truckers slipped and missed the toilet bowl.
It must have been the air-freshener they used. Because for all the foul scenery it smelt fine in the place. My exe's mother must have used the same kind when she fluffed her pillows and rearranged things. But if my former lover still carries the same smell after having been absent from the old home half a year, it must be some kind of soul scent.
Smell touches my heart. And over the long period within the chrome hull of our mini-cruiser, jettisoned in empty space where sound and smell are the lighting of directional thrusters and the creak and pull of hot and cold metal resisting each other, where smell is harsh and sterilized like fluorescent lights in cold classroom, I rejoiced that one day we might find ourselves in the faraway fields of earth, making love to beautiful and confused co-ed females, and shredding wickedly, like sex.
2008-09-16
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