Barb killed the roach, got up from the couch, lifted the needle from the record, walked back to the couch, extended her hand, lead Ted outside until they were standing in the middle of San Fernando Valley Road, unbuttoned her shirt, dropped her skirt, laid down in the middle of the street, and watched as […]
Barb
killed the roach, got up from the couch, lifted the needle from the record,
walked back to the couch, extended her hand, lead Ted outside until they were
standing in the middle of San Fernando Valley Road, unbuttoned her shirt,
dropped her skirt, laid down in the middle of the street, and watched as Ted
unzipped his pants and quickly placed himself between her legs. It was half
past midnight and there wasn’t a car in sight. Ted finished faster than usual,
kissed Barb on the forehead, and stood up. Barb was lying on her elbows,
looking up at the sky, and Ted was tucking in his shirt when a red two-door
sedan stopped approximately thirty feet down the road. A young man wearing
black horn-rimmed glasses, a neatly pressed short-sleeved button down shirt
with pocket protector and high-water chinos stepped out of the car, put his
hands on his hips and asked the couple just just what in the hell they thought they
were doing. Barb said, We just got done listening to the White Album. The young
man said, Oh, okay, well, yeah, you know, I don’t think they literally meant
that you should go and do it in the road. Barb said, Well then what do you
think they mean by ‘Why don’t we do it in the road, then?’ The young man said, Well,
I think what they mean is that playing live has become impossible, because of
the distance – both literally and figuratively – between them and the audience, and so their
only refuge is the studio, of which the road is a metaphor, the studio being
the only peaceful place for the four of them to inhabit, the only place they
can do what they do, which is dream the dreams and make the music. The song,
the young man said, is a call for solidarity between John, Paul, George and
Ringo, and what they are trying to say is that in order for them to continue on
as a band what they need to do is squirrel themselves away, away from people
such as yourself, who can’t really hear what they are trying to say anyway. The
young man crossed his arms, looked at Ted and raised his eyebrows. Ted shrugged
his shoulders and said, Don’t look at me, pal, I’m a Perry Como fan. Barb got
up from the ground. She was naked from the waist down. She walked over to the
young man, took his hand and led him over to the spot where her and Ted had
just performed coitus. She laid down and gave the young man the come hither
sign with her index finger. The young man looked at Ted, who said, Be my guest. The
young man nestled himself between Barb’s legs and proceeded to make the beast
with two backs with this strange young woman he had known all of a minute,
maybe two. The young man finished sooner than Ted had, got up, zipped his
pants, and cleaned his glasses, which were totally fogged up. Barb said, So
what do you think the song is about now, huh? The young man said, I think the
song is about how vaguely abstract readings of deceptively straightforward lyrics
are the key to getting laid, that’s what I think. The young man got in his car
and drove away. Ted looked at Barb, who was still lying on the ground. He
shrugged his shoulders. Barb said, I think that was the end of the Sixties. Ted
said, Or it was the beginning. Both stared at each other and then looked up.
The moon did not look like the moon. It looked like a hole in the sky.
Barb killed the roach, got up from the couch, lifted the needle from the record, walked back to the couch, extended her hand, lead Ted outside until they were standing in the middle of San Fernando Valley Road, unbuttoned her shirt, dropped her skirt, laid down in the middle of the street, and watched as […]
Barb killed the roach, got up from the couch, lifted the needle from the record, walked back to the couch, extended her hand, lead Ted outside until they were standing in the middle of San Fernando Valley Road, unbuttoned her shirt, dropped her skirt, laid down in the middle of the street, and watched as […]
Barb killed the roach, got up from the couch, lifted the needle from the record, walked back to the couch, extended her hand, lead Ted outside until they were standing in the middle of San Fernando Valley Road, unbuttoned her shirt, dropped her skirt, laid down in the middle of the street, and watched as […]
