Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Adventure’s Waiting Just Ahead

In Shanghai Chloe animates
a squirrel dancing to traffic sounds.
In Chicago Alison pounds
drum pads. Her playing syncopates

red lights, green lights, rushes and waits
of drive time cars making the rounds.
Chloe’s key-frames define the bounds
of her squirrel’s dance, how she gyrates.

Alison frowns. Something’s missing.
Chloe frowns. Something’s not quite right.
They hear music but something’s wrong,

something like bad speakers hissing.
They work. What they see is in sight.
They see jazz. They hear a jazz song.

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This is my 1,000th post.

I’m not done yet. I am like Alison and Chloe. I’m frowning. Something’s missing. Something’s not quite right. But I hear music through the hissing and the music sounds cool. I want to hear more. And I’m pretty sure this is the kind of thing that if you want to hear more you have to work at it. I’m going to keep working at it.

Here he comes
Here comes Speed Racer
He’s a demon on wheels
He’s a demon and he’s gonna be chasing after someone

He’s gaining on you so you better look alive
He’s busy revving up the powerful
Mach 5

And when the odds are against him
And there’s dangerous work to do
You bet your life Speed Racer
Will see it through

Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer

He’s off and flying as he guns the car around the track
He’s jamming down the pedal like he’s never coming back
Adventure’s waiting just ahead

Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer

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