First posted on Mark Is Cranky:
One of the most surreal moments of my life occurred several years ago on an early morning drive to work. I used to get up extremely early on Friday mornings to get to work before 6 AM, ensuring an early exit and time to go out with my dad and shoot some pool (always got my ass kicked at the table).
On one particular morning drive I had picked Philip Glass' Mishima so as to get my head cleared. As I'm rounding a corner in the middle of Nashua, New Hampshire, I see a woman standing in the middle of her lawn doing something quite peculiar: she was bent over at the waist slightly so that she could more easily hold a piece of paper beneath her dog's butt...the dog was in the middle of pooping.
Hooboy! The combination of Glass' repetitive arpeggios and the woman/dog/paper/poop thing just about pegged my surreal meter.
Now, in my area of the woods we've been having some bizarre weather. During last night's drive home the temperature went from 35 all the way up to nearly fifty. This was while I gained over a thousand feet of elevation. I hit one of those crazy whiteout fog banks that rendered me blind for a few terror-ridden seconds. Throughout the night the wind blew in angry gusts that squeezed funny creaking & groaning noises from our old home. Some time in the early morning the blasts of rain moved in.
This morning, after I'd fed our dog, I found myself standing in the doorway of our three-season porch begging the poor dog to 'do his business'. He seemed pretty unperturbed by the rain that was pelting him (his ears dragging through the mud and ice). In fact, he was much more interested in all of the hammering and voices coming from the guys renovating the old police station next door. As I gently encouraged the dog it struck me that I was now a kin to that lady with the paper. Cripes. Then the shifting music of Mishima materialized in my head. Oh no.
Ya know, I'm gonna have to rent that movie some day. I mean, I just know it's not about dogs & pooping & stuff. It's about some dude named Mishima, right?
Article comments
1 - The Theory
haha... i love having a movie soundtrack/score and loving it but never seeing the movie. And I love Phillip Glass. He's the man.