Sun Ra - Angels and Demons at Play [mp3]
Two weeks remembered as one night, a stretch of time passed between us three without even registering a passage of days. We moved the belongings across the city in one night, a van loaded to the brim with lamps and beds and books of boxes full and overbearing us all, we moved the house from Minneapolis to St. Paul in three fell swoops of cigarette driven hunger for a place to call home. Between drives up the interstate we would find reason to stop and admire the scenery, talking of which, we would stop and drink the coffee dredged from canals and count the stars to stay awake. She assembled the room during one of our such forays, the two of us making a final drive to pick up supplies and returning to find an immaculate arranged living space of corresponding order. The cats sat sitting thinking that this was a place we once grew up in and the five us, her and he and also me with two cats, a blonde and a brunette, we settled into a place unfamiliar with our tonal preferences set far back from the actuality of home, hidden from the cityscape found forever on our blocks in Minneapolis.
Returning from work we would seek out and find a collection of beer worthy of our taste and inside the stale surroundings of a brownstone farce, he and I would Go at each other between sips from the bottle, always seeking somber strategies to seclude various factions of the army. She would have just returned from a Grand Avenue shopping spree sinking into chairs abound sharing with us the mutual understandings of commercial endeavors eliciting financial obligations to the constitution of tasteful decor. Her walks up and down the street found forever quaint houses full of knick knacks and massages, an attempt at envisioning this MPLS bike lover lounging in the confines of refined and family-oriented luxury baffling the both of us to disbelief.
Work skipped her and I would skip together the length of one entire block to purchase an iPod for European destinations. The health and wellness store espousing Yoga and gentrification was a likely origination of the ear bud craze of days in haze of people walking zombies with wires inserted into their heads I tell her, “One day, those iPods will be used for mind control,” a little too loudly and the women around the corner evaluating the merit of an exercise ball fire their fiery eyes in my direction doubting my economic viability in a store such as this. Her and I dabble in dirt a bit and discuss the quality of such a device the heavy price to pay for addressing soundless sensations found on airplanes oversea and eventually seek to purchase unexpectedly a surprised expression spreads across the floor and the women beyond raise their eyebrows in expectation of a grand theft iPod.
Afterward the two of us, she and I, we venture toward unheard of pizza houses serving ale on the cheap we sit together at the bar of a so-called Minneapolis pizza cornerstone, an establishment established on the grounds of Selby Avenue some years passed and unexpected even for it’s originality and we drink before a television broadcasting sports highlights from the day. She tells me about her plans and wonders if maybe I knew what the hell she was doing with herself these days anyway. Having known her for the duration of a summer I find only minor curiosity in her pursuits, words falling from her mouth with a tinny sound of neglect, I find myself agaze instead at the underlying implications of such transparent desires.
Reunited with he, the three of us we danger to traverse on bicycle the entire length of Marshal/Lake laying in hiding along the curbtop edge we dare each vehicle to contend with our swerving and weaving instead of another first evening drinking and watching unknown films soundtracked to Sun Ra again. We thought last night was the first night and tomorrow the last and between we spend our time smoking weed pretending not to live a sterile existence so far away never again will we spend our time in the sticks of St. Paul pondering strategies and laying upon hardwood floors buffed and glossed to suggest superstitious mythology. Later still, perhaps even a different day we take our leave down the street the three of us joined by our firebrand, a burning red and we sit outside in the heated porch of atypical Irish surroundings we drink our drinks thinking this to be our last and we bid farewells to forgotten times remembered in a condensed span of weeks into days, days down to hours our three with the cats lived uncelebrated, beyond the normal scope of history and those days will forever be laid back in the sun.
Sun Ra is a rhythm and blues band from Saturn. The featured song is from the album Music from Tomorrow’s World. Purchase the music at Amazon | Insound | eMusic.
