Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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!<br />
“What, Doctor?”<br />
“Where is Richard?”<br />
“He’s gone on tour. Didn’t he tell you?”<br />
Squints. Says nothing.<br />
Trip Town appears to be coming from the jukebox, on the ceiling, within the Jimi<br />
Hendrix at Woodstock ‘69 poster.<br />
Tis spreading.<br />
Tis coming.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n they toast me at the bar, a roaring sprawl of them & there’s birthday cake very<br />
chocolate & I waver nearer & away Luna T’s Cafe I love thee from within & a long way<br />
far—<br />
“Will he bend an elbow on his birthday, barkeep?”<br />
“No. He’s moved on.”<br />
“Well, I ain’t! Right, boys! Set em up! And fetch him a sody pop or whatever!”<br />
Tonight turns out to be Noisy Children’s first message from tour, & a strange one.<br />
Mr. Bob is pouring drinks left & right when it comes.<br />
Rebecca best translates it & tells the rest. “<strong>The</strong>y’re outdoors at a festival.<br />
Mountains. It doesn’t have a name really. Nobody paid to come but it’s been happening<br />
more.”<br />
“What state?”<br />
“Not far. Pennsylvania? I don’t know.”<br />
“What else?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re’s no electricity. Just torches. A bonfire. Like the Bread & Puppet Festival in<br />
Glover, Raymond.”<br />
I nod.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y’re coming. And a lot of others.” She grabs my hand & we hurry into the<br />
bandroom. It’s already changing. <strong>The</strong> walls are gone, the trees are many & tall. <strong>The</strong><br />
drumming is everywhere. <strong>The</strong> singing is shouts & moans. Noisy Children & audience are<br />
many & one.<br />
No roof. Sentient sky.<br />
Bowls of water pass around, maybe dosed heavily with LSD, maybe not. I don’t know, the<br />
faces stretch out forever maybe & away & then beyond them, a rhythm from deep meets a<br />
melody from high & are one thing as ever were—<br />
Sun & moon coming down together, at last, all stars & more, a little tap & open wilder,<br />
another & what unnamed but kind is near, Noisy Children live throughout the Universe,<br />
nothing small or unimportant, every slightest movement cascades unknown & potent<br />
perpetually<br />
my love is roses when she<br />
smiles, sugar she sings,<br />
higher when she dreams,<br />
!<br />
65<br />
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