Hannu - Theme for Grant [mp3]
There are times when I remember flying off the bends, blasting each mournful fellow five flights from Arch Street, a low groan landing down the stairs from my temporal turf telling each neighbor nothing and no one. The apartment sat above the law offices of Daniel, Schmidt and Snyder and consisted of one room essentially walled with wooden panels wilting under my touch, the entire length of the square footage accounted for a rectangle roughly thirty paces long and only five wide. At the moment, I stood in the bedroom, at the opposite end of the building furthest away from my office with blares tuning talent out off the computer speakers each silent bang speaking reverb through the linoleum floors. I had aligned below the window closest to my desk a collection of Jones Soda Bottles numbering in the hundreds according to a predetermined random array standing along the foot of the floor.
From my vantage point, the vestiges of oranges and cream did not look real, erect glass so far from home. Launching levitating little discs in slow motion the frisbees would float the length of the landing crashing and not breaking a series of bottles born bowling across the industrial carpeted floor. This game of frisbee golf grandstanding, dangerous disc destroying was often played with two or three competitors competing for the prize, we each Ricky, Rae and I would stand in the rotten room smoking room plenty of room inside and throw one frisbee, two frisbee, three frisbees and count our fallen few.
The Harvey Girls once gave credence to crashing cashing in on the craze, but in retrospect it behaves along the single slow core of a rotating axis, bellowing the great destroyer and long division away. The winter of early disconnect preceding prior to a peaking disorder and derange, each night spent at the residence on Arch Street was a remarkable return to tunes unheard under inappropriate volume, voluptuous bass and sounds required. From the beginning of most evenings a reluctant sound would leak, a note held laying into the sign, and Hannu once they knew were there too by design. Over intercom over and out we would all together drift in and out of consciousness sounds sipping at our ears with eyes barely open. The dramatic innuendo daresay innuendo would uphold in momentary collapses, fists full of mountains tonight.
Even in walks wailing while winking at the barista down the way, the snow would slow to a fall of frozen memories, each speck of darkness delights in the aural asphyxiation of soon to strum strong stumble to forget the fun in all of this. Willing walking around the neighborhood near Arch Street wound up an exercise in photographic pheromones with background tones of wrong wrong warbles. Each wandering walk step away would bring me right back to the apartment on Arch Street slouching under the weight of each hammering hum holding on for too long until as suddenly as a light, a release of relics and return to time.
Hannu are a rhythm and blues band from Helsinki. The featured song is from the album Hintergarten. Purchase the music at Norman Records.
