July 26

Kill the Lights – Friday’s Show

Loch watched the girls walk in and head to the stage.  He kissed Saige like she’d been gone years instead of days, then watched the girls head back to their seats but still that feeling persisted.  Christopher started playing “Night Moves,” and the audience seemed to fade into formless shadows.  Loch thought about the years that had passed and the years yet to come, how much more quickly the days passed as you got older.  He thought about all the little moments that seemed inconsequential until you looked back and realized they made up the whole, until you realized they were everything and how easily they were wasted or went unappreciated.  Loch turned his attention back to the guitar, nodding in time to the beat.  He pulled the microphone from the stand and said, “We do a lot of songs about new relationships and beginnings.  This one’s for the old ones.  The people we left behind while we moved on.”  He started to sing.

I was a little too tall
Could’ve used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

David joined on the drums, smiling and shaking his head.  This song brought back memories, not just for him, but for everyone.  Every boy had a woman like the one Loch was singing about now, that girl that, way back when.  But David had married his.  At the table, Samuel introduced the girls to Morose and Anguish who said hello and turned their attention back to the stage.  When “Night Moves” ended, the band played through Nickelback’s “Photograph” and while that one garnered a fair bit of audience involvement, it was the song that came after that got the lighters out and waving around.  Loch stepped back from the mic and started playing, taking over for Christopher as Christopher took over the vocals.  The crowd erupted on the first verse, most singing along as there wasn’t a soul in the place that didn’t know Boston’s “More Than a Feeling” word for word and note for note.

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

The crowd erupted again on the high note and as Loch’s fingers moved over the strings of his guitar.  Loch let the music take him, forgetting the crowd and the stage, forgetting this was a show and he was performing.  He sang back up along with Ethan while Akhiro and Tristan danced around on the stage.  It was like being back in the garage in high school, or at least as close as it could be.  They weren’t the boys they’d been then, thinking they really got the meaning behind the music.  They were men now and now they felt each and every note and word more than they ever could have hoped to then, because then, they hadn’t been through all the heartaches and losses.  Then, they didn’t have the same regrets they did now.  At that age, they didn’t understand that you could never truly go back and thought things would be the same forever.  This was the first song they’d ever played together, it was the song they’d held up as their anthem.  School dances, friend’s parties, anywhere, any time they played, this was the song they either began or ended with.

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
‘Till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin’ away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

Four minutes, forty four seconds Christopher would tell you if you asked him, More Than a Feeling was the very definition of a classic and very nearly hit the five minute mark that songs used to aspire to when music was music and creating it was the pastime of creative genius.  It was a song none of them needed to practice, because they’d been singing it all their lives and Christopher’s voice was perfectly tuned for it.  And while Morose watched him from the audience, laughing to Anguish about “his boy” and “that’s how you sing a high note”, his fingers against moved against his thumb as if he himself was holding a guitar.  It was a song familiar even to him and Anguish to such an extent he couldn’t help but move his fingers along an imaginary instrument.

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
‘Till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin’ away

When I’m tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
‘Till I see Marianne walk away

When the song faded out, a respectful silence fell over the crowd for a few seconds as the song left them humbled.  Loch had pulled them into his universe, if only for four minutes and forty four seconds, and that feeling of surreality hung over the bar like that moment was being captured by some greater force.  The boys on the stage looked at each other, remembering who they’d been and how they’d started.  Loch leaned into his microphone and said, “Christopher.. give ’em somethin’ they can move to.”  And then the moment was broken as Christopher, grabbing the mic with both hands, screamed into it with all the attitude of a true Philadelphian bad boy.

I’m not your boyfriend, baby!
I ain’t your cute little sex toy!
I’m not your lion or your tiger,
Won’t be your nasty little boy,
I’m not your boyfriend, baby,
I can’t grant your every wish,
I’m not your knight in shining armor,
So, I just leave you with this kiss

Morose burst out laughing and stood, applauding and cheering loudly along with Brennan and Seth.  Anguish did the same only kept his seat.  There was no way anyone back home was going to believe this so he started the video cam on his phone so he’d have proof.  There was no doubt these people had corrupted Christopher somehow, not that he thought many people would complain about it.  Akhiro and David were the only two instruments necessary, the rest of the boys sang back up and Misanthropy proceeded to live up to the hype and shake the Rock Bottom to it’s foundations.

You can catch me on the speedtrain,
Beeper in a three-way,
Shinin’ with the gleam chain,
And your honey givin’ me brain,
You can catch me watchin’ AI,
Mellow, it’s game time,
Pinkie with the same shine,
Pitbull and a canine

You know I rep’ this shit,
I got it tatted on my skin,
If you fuckin’ with my city,
Then you fuckin’ with my kin,
You know I rep’ this shit,
I got my hands up on your chest,
Motherfuckers best believe it,
That you’re fuckin’ with the best

The crowd was up on their feet, the men fueled by false bravado such songs tends to inspire in their testosterone addled bodies.  Bodies clashed despite the lack of a dance floor.  And Samuel, amused as fuck by the whole thing, left the table and slipped out the back door to call Aiden and fill him in.

Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you’ll feel alright,
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated–

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Posted July 26, 2012 by The Universe in category "Fiction", "Solitude