Trick is to
remember them, and if your better angel intervenes, to write them down.
One was about
being a child, discovering music.
We didn’t have
much of intrinsic value in those days. But we did own a top of the line chesterfield, a
Sklar, deep navy with woven flower design that simply sparkled a decade after
purchase when my dad removed the cushions’ plastic coats.
And a Grundig stereo
console.
They both must have set my parents back a pretty penny.
The first song I
remember hearing from that stereo was “Please, release me, let me go …”
My inadvertent
shower thought, 50 years on, the updated refrain would go something like this:
“Please, beneath
me, let me glow … “
Feel free to fill
out the rest of the stanza …
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