This is the Last Song

After 40 minutes of flirting my way through an external hard drive purchase at what I like to call “The Buy More” (what fun), I came home with a new pair of head phones for $15.  Why not throw in a little extra after the big purchase?  These headphones were never meant to awaken my soul.

I put them on.  They worked.  I put them on again and realized they were activating a sound space in my head that only opens when I perform live with a band.  Right behind me, in the back and center of my skull I heard open air and drums.  Just a slight pan as the drummer passed his sticks over the toms and kicked in the bass below.  A little ringing of the ride, a snap of the snare.

I was on stage.  I was alone.  I was belting before a crowd.  I was running.  I was singing, “THIS IS THE LAST SONG THAT I WRITE ‘TILL YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE.”

And I just kept on writing the last song.