odd tidbits

This is the story of how we got our second keyboard; the first story may come later, if ever.

It's the middle of June and we decide to spend our first day off apart to pursue our own ends, me in the little home studio setup I've got going and Sarah walking around with her camera. She didn't get very far. At the end of our block, it turns out, is a little used store which attracted Sarah like a overworked metaphor attracts a hack writer. This store is full of old clothes, junk and whatnots all for very cheap (actually it's a little hard to tell if the place is a store or just the first floor of some lady's house). and so I get an e-mail or c-mail (what you might call a text message) from sarah telling me to come check out some stuff, OK music is going well enough but its breaktime anyhow... I walk down the block and, well, the little old ladies had Sarah cornered fussing over her and laughing and chatting on; these were the type of ladies who if you weren't careful would have you very well fed, stuffed in a couch between them and about to meet an eligible type about your age, who is shy but endearing and loves his or her aunt/great aunt/ cousin's uncle's sister the type can be found in all countries and in all languages. Sorry, back to the story. They had her cornered, just two of them, one setting up an old casio keyboard the other rummaging through boxes looking for a power cable and firing rapid questions at her husband/brother/nephew (?). but Sarah could not have escaped if she tried, the greatest illusionist of the 19th centuary couldn't have gotten out of there until they were finished with him. Once the keyboard was set up, and yes I was trapped at this point as well, one of the women proceeded to play us a little tune of 4bars length for the next five or six minutes, and then insisted that sarah play as well. Once Sarah bent over to play the woman began to pretend to polish her backside, she then turned to me laughing and slapped my chest so hard I moved back at least a foot, her next move was to actually hug Sarah around the waist (for playing the same tune? thanks Hill for teaching it to us) and giggle. Finally we were allowed to pay for our things and after another few minutes allowed to leave with them, Sarah's wandering only having gone a block physically but spiritually she had truely arrived.


That's it for now, I may edit this into so kind of sensical progression but I doubt it. Philip