You know the feeling
when you toss someone a key,
a coin
or a compliment
and someone else leaps in the way
and snatches it from the air?
The unintended catcher,
however swift of reflex
and waggish of humour
has broken the spell,
interrupted the communication
This came to mind
when I heard
that my album was playing in the sandwich shop
to a cluster of hungry strangers.
And songs
which I had crafted
for a certain small collective
now hung heavy
with the smell of frying bacon
and the unasked impressions
of the wrong crowd.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
You know the feeling
when you toss someone a key,
a coin
or a compliment
and someone else leaps in the way
and snatches it from the air?
The unintended catcher,
however swift of reflex
and waggish of humour
has broken the spell,
interrupted the communication
This came to mind
when I heard
that my album was playing in the sandwich shop
to a cluster of hungry strangers.
And songs
which I had crafted
for a certain small collective
now hung heavy
with the smell of frying bacon
and the unasked impressions
of the wrong crowd.
A reaction piece - not a very positive reaction really, but true... I suppose the whole idea of recording an album is to have folk hear it, but still...
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