Wednesday, August 17, 2011

My Song, age 8

This used to be one of my favorite songs when I was little. I remember listening and holding the album cover on my lap, staring at the spaghetti hair. It made me sad and slightly uncomfortable but I loved it. I remember going to a friend's house once, a girl named Lele Heron, she was the kind of kid who'd take three gulps of milk, sit down and play a song on the piano in 12 seconds with one leg straddling the side of the bench, and then run up the stairs like she was being chased.
She played Eleanor Rigby and then Martha My Dear back to back, with awkward speed like a runner pulling little show ponies around a ring; and I remember thinking, even then: she doesn't get it.

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