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Turn, Turn, Turn
So this evening, after a lovely dinner, me and Charlotte and Landingtree met up with Sam and.... had the distressing and confronting experience that is Boots Riley's Sorry to Bother You.
And I am not going to write about that, except to say that I'd seen it once and gotten hope out of it, and so invited the others, and this time I don't think any of us got much out of it except hurt.
But after leaving Charlotte and Landingtree to go hopefully find comfort, and after Sam left me to scooter home, and after I wandered around for a bit and got myself together and walked towards home and got to the somewhat lonely somewhat dark hill road to Vogeltown, I decided to listen to Nina Simone's Here Comes The Sun. I opened my playliist entitled Help, and tapped the song title, which expanded into the screen --
Which seemed to flash and then for a very brief moment displayed another Nina Simone song entitled Turn, Turn, Turn (something or other) -- and then died. My first thought was, well, shit, there's a symbol, my second thought was gosh, was I really listening to that before? and my third thought was to turn around, to see the car approaching up the hill, slowing down and stopping beside me, and the man inside. The window scrolled down and he said a word -- I wasn't sure what it was, edged slightly closer to the window -- he said it again -- it might have been Sorry, it sounded like a question -- he said it several times, then shrugged, drove off.
The word was Tory, I believe, the name of a street in Wellington Central which he and I were both leaving. He did not turn around, as I did to see him, because I didn't tell him to. He sailed off into the night, the wrong way.
And I am not going to write about that, except to say that I'd seen it once and gotten hope out of it, and so invited the others, and this time I don't think any of us got much out of it except hurt.
But after leaving Charlotte and Landingtree to go hopefully find comfort, and after Sam left me to scooter home, and after I wandered around for a bit and got myself together and walked towards home and got to the somewhat lonely somewhat dark hill road to Vogeltown, I decided to listen to Nina Simone's Here Comes The Sun. I opened my playliist entitled Help, and tapped the song title, which expanded into the screen --
Which seemed to flash and then for a very brief moment displayed another Nina Simone song entitled Turn, Turn, Turn (something or other) -- and then died. My first thought was, well, shit, there's a symbol, my second thought was gosh, was I really listening to that before? and my third thought was to turn around, to see the car approaching up the hill, slowing down and stopping beside me, and the man inside. The window scrolled down and he said a word -- I wasn't sure what it was, edged slightly closer to the window -- he said it again -- it might have been Sorry, it sounded like a question -- he said it several times, then shrugged, drove off.
The word was Tory, I believe, the name of a street in Wellington Central which he and I were both leaving. He did not turn around, as I did to see him, because I didn't tell him to. He sailed off into the night, the wrong way.