Just you and I
It’s 11:00 p.m. This baby is unimpressed. I offer a photo as proof.
It’s 11:00 p.m. My mom had stayed up late playing cards. The curfew was still in effect and every now and then the rumble of tanks heading towards El Estadio Nacional would break up the silence. Later, when she was reading in bed, there was a burst of machine gun fire from down the street. She jumped from one twin bed to the other in order to crane her head out the window. She didn’t see any soldiers or anyone running but her water broke. I was born the next day.
It’s 11:00 p.m. and I wanted to tell you about “Lost”, how much I love this jam, how the bridge plays like Princean perfection and how it has that late summer fairground sound, see “Self Control” or “Say It Right”. The wind is cooler and soon we’ll be back at school. Let’s get lost in a story about someone else and close our eyes to the sound. I had plans to go deeper with this, much deeper, tell you clearer whys, but we haven’t hit the part yet where she sleeps through the night.
It’s past 11:00 p.m. but it’s still my birthday. I need to blow out a candle and make a wish. I’m going to play this song again and move my head around with my eyes closed as I sing Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, Looooost. Join me.
PS I’ll be back regularly soon enough, once I’ve started dreaming again.
