I've got six things on my mid you're no longer one of them
Prefab Sprout (Desire as)
The Babe
Two schoolgirls at the front of the bus. If you're observant and spend a lot of time on top of double decker buses you've seen them. They giggle, they pout, they whisper, they shout, scream, throw marbles and chew gum until it pops and then explode into laughter again
kim (the babe) is a quite understated 26 year old woman, Drew has 20 years on his back and isn't even female; but they're pretty convincing and pretty pretty too- what can I add; different strokes for different folks? Like say for instance.....;
The Blade
who lives in one of the (slightly) more OK shoe-box apartments that are springing up in the city centre. This he shares with an impressive stack of sound tools and weight gear. Looking around we see technics SL 1210 record decks, citronics mixer, transcam portastudio, swiss cheese plant and assorted items of clothing in a semi-tidy arrangement. It's Spartan but purposeful like the owner perhaps. The blade rises. He breaks his fast on scrambled eggs with tobasco sauce and a large pot of natural yoghurt. He dresses and prepares to press his skinny body into action. It is time for his morning run which used to take him past.....;
The Beast
who then resided over Blackrock shopping centre. The beast consists of a fat rubbery ape body with outstretched hands, wild cartoon eyes and a gaping red mouth. The kids love him. His existence is dull and monotonous moving through Dublin and balancing on buildings in an attempt to draw attention to them. As such he feels a bit of a loss-leader like the amazing offer that tempts you into a store. Always a prelude never a main event. Its a life of constant deflation and reflation, he sways in the breeze thinking black rubbery thoughts; mostly who am I and what am I doing here?
Differing expectations
Just why Kim and Drew dress up as school girls and piss off Dublin's double decker bus community is beyond me. It just gives them a freedom from life's routine I suppose. One day Kim turned to her friend and whispered; I wish I could be like this all the time.
What a giggling 17 year old slut.
And they laughed but she thought ; that's it, that's exactly what I want to be
The Blade lives for mixing, not in itself but as a means to an end, what end? The end he can see when he mixes. He has to follow this path which he believes will direct him towards an endpoint or at least one possible ending. Its all Buddhist shite if you ask me. But the Blade seeks no advice. He directs everything inward and self ward
He fiddles for a while with an old On U sound compilation looking for a good scratch noise. He wiggles it about a bit then brings in the harsh directed beats of the Van Helden dark mix of rubber-beast and prepares to lose himself. This proves successful.
Three hours into the mix Kim flounces around singing distractedly; handbag queen, handbag queen only 17, see her dance da de dah, to the beat of drum machine oh yeah. She creeps up on the blade and strokes his head. Another song comes to her; Where are you baby you we used to have so much fun? she says quietly The blade smiles from where-ever it is he is. And in her mind she knows she's losing him to a groove like a screw with a broken thread.
3 paths converge
The beast finds himself re-inflated on top of the Grafton fleamarket. A faint chant keeps going like a metronome in the back of his rubber head; kill the beast, spill it's blood where-ever it was coming from he doesn't like it and tried to push it back down. The wind blows him back against the tension of the stays holding him to the roof.
The blade looks up and is struck by the calmness and quitetude of the huge beast. Righteous; he thinks and heads for outlaw records where they will have something nice under the counter for him. The beast pitches back then forward and sees.....;
Krossphader who rewards him with a rare smile. But The beast is convulsing inside; he knows, he knows'. But there is no escape from his inflatable body. Krossie scuttles away clutching his precious 12s until his breath is snatched out of him by a beautiful.....;
Kim who looks up at the beast and thinks; big strong silent and stoopid just like a man just like.....;
3 paths diverge
The Blade who has reached the end of this path. He flexes his taut biceps and bears down with tremendous force. Pieces of SL1210 bounce of the wall.
The babe wakes up with a stained uniform, a raging hangover and an empty bottle of cherry vodka. Party girl she says quietly. She gets on a bus and never comes back.
The beast gets moved onto the roof of NIHE. He sways and stares at the trendy students (who are all into rave these days whatever that is). He is just beginning to realise what he once was and why he has always hated students.
FIN
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