He Tries To Leave The Lights Off

[Ron. Lavalette]

Less than an hour after July gives up the ghost to August, he stumbles out of bed suspecting that three hours sleep may be all there is to be had. As usual, there’s a soundtrack. This time, inexplicably, it’s April Love, Pat Boone crooning at him as insistently as his typical daytime standards, Under The Boardwalk and Why Do Fools Fall In Love. He’s compelled to seek relief by massaging his own keyboard, but it’s no use; no matter what he types, it’s still August in April, still six or seven hours until he has to go to work. The thought of the job on a Wednesday morning drives him back to bed, despite the certainty that he’ll only just lay there listening to himself breathe.  Finally, sometime just before dawn a new soundtrack kicks in and, even though he can’t quite make it out, it’s enough to get him up and out the door.

[Sandra Davies]

Pat Boone?   Yes, but very much no - inexplicable indeed.   Currently it's 'Brown-eyed girl' ...

Zoomed in as ever to your writing Ron, and as ever thorougly loved every word.

[Mike Handley]

Thanks to this glorious ode to insomnia and the comments, I have several new tunes for the worms to hum. But not Pat Boone. Nor Debbie. Ewwwwwwww.

[Angela]

It is good to get up and write.  Your post proves it.

I liked the ways in which you spoke of measured time.

My earworm is "You Really Got a Hold On Me".

[Simon Halliday]

True. Truly.

[Joey Delgado]

Your words are like veins of gold running through the walls of the earth's deepest and darkest caves. More, please. More. :)

[Bill Floyd]

I'm glad you made it to the keyboard, at least.  

[Judy Thompson]

agreed, agreed.  some folks post, and I say, later,  I'm on my way to someplace else right now.  But I hit one of yours and  it's like a stop sign.  Gotta read it, now.  Maybe twice.  Come back later and read it again.  Clean, spare, but always something dancing in the shadows when I read your stuff. 

 

But my god, man, Pat Boone???   If you must have a soundtrack (and now it's mine, thank you SO much), maybe Elton John. Or The Star Spangled Banner, anything...

[Gita]

I read this at 2 a.m. central time, two hours into the month of August 2012, wide awake with earworms of my own. Pat Boone? uh-unh. Kick him to the curb. He was a fascist pig. Listen to the list that Crisman posted -- Little Richard is the anti-Boone.

No one else can hear us talking, Ron. It's just you and me, so I will whisper something true to you. I love your writing. Your honesty is like a wave that lifts me up every time it rolls by.