Saturday, December 04, 2004


It was one of the worst moments a band could have. The rhythm twisted away from the drummer and skittered across the stage. The three rappers faked their way through the text, trying desperately to stay in synch with each other, at the same time nonchalantly maintaining their happy party-faces. The dancers in the audience weren't aware of the crisis onstage but began inexplicably to bump into each other. Before long the rhyming syllables of the rap had irreparably skewed. It would turn ugly soon. In a last ditch attempt to save the song the two band dancers inconspicuously jiggled down close to the floor in hopes of snatching the writhing beat and tossing it back onto the drum. But they were too late. The beat had bounced out the door, down the street, into the river, out to sea, and caused some great surf in Hawaii.

Story #98

5 comments:

The Mushroom said...

Now you know why fights break out at awards ceremonies. One person's groove leaves them, and they think it was picked up by someone else. Which may be true in some cases, ergo the classic feuds, but most of the time it's a case of mistaken identity -- or possibly why we have so many new rappers, breeding like bunnies; they're just catching what got away and using it in the same way a kid uses a handgun found in Dad's nightstand. (And with the same tragic results.)

As for those dancers: As Eddie Murphy sang (such as he did) -- I ain't gonna put no boogie in nobody's butt!

Anonymous said...

Hi there! Just to wish you a nice weekend! Sorry for not being able to translate yesterday's post in my blog but was really running out of time! I'll do it this evening! ;)

Anonymous said...

Tje previous comment was mine! M.P.

retarius said...

excellent story as usual. to me, what you are doing, is complete and total art, in the true sense. salvador dali would be proud.

Indeterminacy said...

Hi retarius, thanks for those wild words! You'll probably enjoy story #30:
http://indeterminacy.blogspot.com/2004/09/look-i-want-you-to-stop-treating-me.html