I’m done with this story now, and am as mystified by it as the next person.
Month: September 2014
He wanted to say that America was a country where there was only the future. From the day he had arrived, with twenty-five dollars in his pocket, he had been swept forward into tomorrow and the next day, awed by the driving possibilities of life without tradition, without the past. There were no memories for him in America.
He wanted to say that America was a country where there was only the future. From the day he had arrived, with twenty-five dollars in his pocket, he had been swept forward into tomorrow and the next day, awed by the driving possibilities of life without tradition, without the past. There were no memories for him in America.
‘It’s this music we play, Billy. It opens people up, makes them give up secrets. Better than whiskey or dope for that. It don’t kill you, and you can’t piss it away. You can whistle it the next day in new places. You can loan it to strangers, and they thank you for it.’
‘It’s this music we play, Billy. It opens people up, makes them give up secrets. Better than whiskey or dope for that. It don’t kill you, and you can’t piss it away. You can whistle it the next day in new places. You can loan it to strangers, and they thank you for it.’
‘Never know when you get the tune down right. Go too early and you pluck it raw. Go too late and you got rotten fruit.’ Earl coughed. ‘Don’t go at all and you put a bad hurt on yourself.’
‘Never know when you get the tune down right. Go too early and you pluck it raw. Go too late and you got rotten fruit.’ Earl coughed. ‘Don’t go at all and you put a bad hurt on yourself.’