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Sep. 7th, 2012 | 06:50 pm

Someone has written “Barcelona” on the top step, eye level from beneath the stage, to avoid a repeat of that terrible “Hellllooooo Ohio!” outside Detroit last year. He hitches up his jeans and wishes for hips, then wishes for her hips, for a sign to direct him, “Tell her you miss her”, or “Don’t ask about the kids”.

He has the best life in the world. And when the voices come, when they say Failure and Cliché and Has-been, he reminds them of units sold and miles traveled and round platinum circles on radio station walls. And then he takes another drink.

The crowd roars and stomps. He shuts his eyes, right hand wrapped around a strut, and the entire world spins around him, The fucking world revolves around you, doesn’t it, and settles, a five-year-old wobbling on a pink bicycle down a white, white driveway, and himself holding the back of the seat, running, running, and then letting go.

He opens his eyes. Stage light leaking through the trapdoor edges. Jimmy’s in the shadows, red-taped mic ready to hand off. He takes the mic, he breathes in, out, expels the memory he would like to have, fends off the memory he has, and breathes in again. This is where the smile goes, nod to Jimmy, and then the button pressed, the short six steps to glory and adulation and knowing that being enough for thirty thousand will, for a little while, be enough.





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Ellakite

The last lines from the movie PATTON:

from: ellakite
date: Sep. 7th, 2012 11:51 pm (UTC)
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"For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting."

i was caesar... for a few days.

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whipchick

Re: The last lines from the movie PATTON:

from: whipchick
date: Sep. 8th, 2012 12:20 am (UTC)
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You were a wonderful Caesar and the elementary pageant will never shine that brightly again...

I love this parallel.

Wouldn't that be a cool game? To respond to writing with either a literary allusion or another piece of writing?

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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors

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from: halfshellvenus
date: Sep. 8th, 2012 01:20 am (UTC)
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I love the details in this, including the aid-to-not-forgetting-the-venue, and

a five-year-old wobbling on a pink bicycle down a white, white driveway, and himself holding the back of the seat, running, running, and then letting go.

that whole unexpected section, in this context. That little glimpse of his "real" life in that overwhelming stage moment was just great.

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from: whipchick
date: Sep. 8th, 2012 08:39 pm (UTC)
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Thank you! I was inspired by seeing the Katy Perry movie (surprisingly good, and with a whole subtext about touring and trying to maintain a relationship) and reading about Bruce Springsteen in the New Yorker last week.

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blahblahblah, whatever

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from: kathrynrose
date: Sep. 8th, 2012 02:54 am (UTC)
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I love this. I love the backstage stuff and the contrast of the crowds and adulation vs wearyness and what he's missing.

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from: whipchick
date: Sep. 8th, 2012 08:39 pm (UTC)
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Thank you! I get this feeling on a much smaller scale :)

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