Interrupted harmonies
An interrupted kind of day - everything was interrupting everything else, hours which seem to wind themselves into consecutive Chinese crown knots.
There was a man singing country tunes with a guitar on the train. It was a pleasant surprise to walk into a carriage and be softened by sweet six-string strums and a mellow voice. But it was strange; everyone else appeared to be ignoring him, or pretended that he did not exist. Perhaps they were embarrassed?
He began a new song, introducing it to a perhaps-unwilling audience. It was simple, with a predictable chorus, so by the time he came around to the refrain a second time, I picked the harmony out of the air that was simply begging to be sung. And again, it was strange, only one woman turned around to look at me, having suddenly noticed that there was a second voice, singing a second part.
And so that was my outrageous deed for the day - singing in harmony to a song I don't know along to a man with a guitar in a train-carriage at peak evening hour.
I'm glad you guys liked the earrings - thanks for all the compliments :)
Posted by sniffles at April 02, 2002 10:32 PM