Thursday, July 21, 2005

Song Break

It soon became abundantly clear that in the breaks between songs, the audience was allowed to say or do anything they wanted.

The young man in jeans near the riser chose to turn and face the crowd and holler "Whooooo!" as loud as he could. The girl sitting at the side wall table chose to drop tiny, torn pieces of a napkin into her half-full drink while openly weeping. By the sound of it, someone near the bar decided to use this time for vomiting.

And hidden in the shadows of the furthest back corner stood Latigo Flint. Latigo Flint felt like raising one fist, knuckles facing the band, while slowly nodding his head in appreciation. So that's what Latigo Flint did.

I highly doubt anyone else saw the serene grin and goofy eyebrow lift that passed between the drummer and the bassist. It didn't last long but you sure don't need house speakers to hear a contented sigh if you know how to listen. They couldn't be making much, playing this crazy rural bar where an emotion has yet to be born that isn't exaggerated, but it was obviously enough -- and of course, the band's drinks are free.

Their audience was about to double, for from outside came the spluttering mumble of a brawl dying down. In stomped a handful of onlookers followed by the two bloody combatants, arm in arm and already starting to argue again over whom would buy the other a beer.

The front man set his songbook down and craned around to face his band: Whispered instructions and a hand signal or two. Drumsticks clicked out yet another medium tempo 4/4 beat. Simple cords were fretted above a slight feedback squeal.

Will Latigo Flint again raise a fist and slowly nod in appreciation next song break? More than likely. I'd say it's more than likely.


At 7:49 AM, Blogger Dave Morris said...

Sniffing kerosene and magic markers again, Latigo?

At 8:56 AM, Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Does Latigo Flint ever sleep? Or is his mission to bring joy to his minions require ever-lasting vigilance, eye-squint and knuckle point?

This is something to contemplate.

At 10:26 AM, Blogger Blog ho said...

what do you do when all the corners are filled?

At 11:10 AM, Blogger Other Brother said...

I tagged you, Mr. Flint. I sincerely hope you will play along.

At 3:58 PM, Blogger Trevor Record said...

You can't tag Latigo Flint, it's just not possible.

At 4:09 PM, Blogger Lightning Bug's Butt said...

Was it Spinal Tap?

At 4:12 PM, Blogger Ghost Dog said... was the bass??

At 2:20 AM, Blogger Latigo Flint said...

Well, obviously it wouldn't be a bad guess Dave.

Latigo Flint sleeps very little Old Hoss. There's plenty of time to sleep when you're dead. Plus horrible dreams await me there.

...before you can call him a man. Yes and how many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand... Wait Ho, what was the question again?

Thank you very much Other Brother but I'm pretty sure I've already answered all those questions over these many months. One may need to sift though many layers of metaphor and hyperbole to find the answers but nothing truly worth having ever comes easy. (And stuff.)

You're probably right TrevorR, because I've listened to way too many Kenny Rogers songs. (What's that? Well, me neither, but try harder, I'm sure there's a relevant reference somewhere there. Okay, maybe not. (I'm officially drunk now by the way.))

How could I ever leave this behind LBB?

Pretty good Ghost Dog but I detected dangerously high mercury levels.


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