Devastating The Obvious

• a labour loved (lived)

  Posted: May 13, 2008, 4:21 pm by dobvious

  
  

  The toaster has started . He calls out his name and asks them to put their hands together . There is a warm applause from the crowd . We ready our  vocal boxes as we  wait for him to emerge . Pam is a little bit nervous ,she has been on the road before but never before a large crowd than the one on show tonight .We tell her of ways to kill the nerves. Stories from legends  like Sonny’s wife .Who was rumored to be traveling with a handful of studs  in her closet - each well hung and purposed for one thing only , while the rest of the band was taking water during the break it was said she was busy fine tuning her vocal chords and practicing notes in the form of wails and moans that could only be a result of a form of punishment  too crude to be documented here . The key to a successful show she said lay in the girth alone . So there was no guessing what happened to the studs if the crowd ever booed .

  He even has a tradition close to hers - Sue says as she adjusts her wig - but unlike Sonny’s wife - the one who reinvented herself  with a catchy dance tune about beliefs love and life - he does not carry with him two well hung studs and engage himself in an adulterous romp but instead he chooses to partake in the  freshest harvest from Onyi’s farm . You can try it perhaps she says to Pam - it could just be what will make you  tackle  the Handle’s Messiah well when it reaches that troublesome F sharp minor before the  first quaver .   Pam frowns and shakes her head - no thank you she says - let me stick to the honey and lime juice .

  Tonight the potent smell reeks from the trailer with harmonious intent . Sue smiles and says it reminds her of  the days with the Roots . I have never bothered to ask her why she broke the  ties , it had been said that there was a rift between her and the manager’s daughter but upon confrontation she always stated that she had always longed for a creativity break and that she had found it with us .

  Pam taps on the door and he taps back - a second - he says as he emerges draped in the smoke - Sue takes the spill off his hands and  does her routine magic - blowing a halo like smoke after a deep lungful that finds itself atop my head . They all laugh . So what now - you are a saint ? he asks - and just how did you manage to switch so fast from priesthood .  The temporary celibacy vow I take while on the road makes them call me the priest . I say - the workings of the lord are all so ever to be held in awe .

  An amen to that - Pam states as we hear the toaster up the noises -  the crowd is now ready - we hear Ben’s  gentle strums on the drum and Dan’s flirtation on rhythm . The bass is laid next to the microphone  at the center of the stage , eagerly awaiting its weed smoking wizard to massage his usual magic onto it .  It’s time he says  as he leads the way - Sue makes the sign of the cross , Pam closes her eyes tightly - albeit in a prayer to her almighty and I groan loudly -don’t ask why -  it has always worked for me . We step into the momentus applause  . In the drome there are no echoes - a real test in the prowess of vocal abilities  that would even make  the highly acclaimed and best selling shiver in their tracks .

  We take our three positions like we normally do , as his stretches his hands to play . The resonant flick  from the guitar says it all . The night is just about to begin .

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  from a long working piece - backup ! -backstage memoirs

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