"Turn the bass down ... wait ok now turn it back up a little bit ... okay yeah right there right there." (226 hits)
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Submitted by Clusterfunk (View user info) at 2006-10-07 21:31:12 EDT
"Right, now ease back on the gain for track 2," I said.
Tubs, my sound guy, kept with my requests. He and the two bouncers were the only support I had.
"Good. Alright hey what time is it? And who can I talk to about getting a beer?" I asked; my voice reverberated in the large bar I was working. No one had shown up yet but we DID have our name on the marquis. Surely some folks would stop in to check us out.
I just wanted things to go well that night. We had spent the prior 2 months trying to score gigs in this shit town and finally things were working for us.
By us I mean myself and Tubs. Yea, he was there too when all this happened.
Before too long I was served a beer at my station on the stage, setting everything up. What nice folks work there, at the Blue Room. Anyway.
At around 8:30 a couple walked in. I really couldn't help but stare when I noticed that they both were missing their left arms. Now, I'm not prejudice against handicaps but it was in fact something you didn't see everyday and I guess I just allowed myself to continue eyeing them.
The man was about 40 or so I'd say, but the woman ... the woman was considerably older. I'm talking 60 or 65, had to be. She had some pretty large turquoise jewelry on and walked with a strange, confident air about her. I do remember thinking that she seemed bizarre, nevermind the missing appendage. She just always kept her head tilted slightly back, as if viewing her surroundings through the tip of her nose.
"Hey there, welcome to the Blue Room. You two like jazz?" I asked them.
"Excuse me? Who are you?" came the response. The woman seemed to speak for the both of them.
"Kevin. I'm helping this place out with some music this evening. You do like jazz don't you?"
Suddenly, with not so much as a verbal preface, the woman brought her left hand in front of her and lowered her head, as if praying. Her concatenated right arm stayed at her side. Then, the most peculiar thing I have ever seen happened.
A tiny, slowly rotating golden orb began growing from the palm of this woman's hand. It wasn't reflecting light, actually. I could see only what looked like a golden ball bearing in a dimly lit room, but the bar ... the bar was well lit at that time.
Tubs, from his roost about 20 feet away, narrowed his eyes in close observance.
I stood in amazement, shocked at what I was seeing. The man with her simply by, with his eyes intently focused on the rotating golden sphere. I think he was even grinning a little.
Then the orb began to vibrate, and I swear to God this is when I had to get out of there. There, coming from the vibrating, rotating golden orb elevated not 2 inches from the open hand of this 60 year-old amputee, quick-paced jazz music could be heard.
There were no wires, no antennas, no. This was some sort of witch magic or something, look I don't know. All I know is that this woman's response to my question "Do you like jazz music" was the casting of some spell or something.
I don't know if witches have 'tiny gold orb that plays jazz music' spells but this one sure did.
I quickly stepped back from the couple and walke briskly down the stairs from the side of the stage, and walked outside to my van, parked behind the club.
I sparked a cigarette and shook my head in disbelief.
"What ... the ... fuck ... " I managed.
After convincing myself that this was some stupid parlor trick had at my expense, I re-entered the club.
The couple was gone.
I never saw them again.
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Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-10-27 13:44:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by STIXS (user info) at 2006-10-08 13:31:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Why was he missing an arm, too, though?
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-10-08 12:58:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF? Why the repost? This one's identical.