Helena, often witness to my bursts of musical inspiration, doesn't always appreciate my taste. But she perks up at the opening tones. "Wait, Mama."
She comes back with her saxoflute. "Listen. It's the same." She insists I play the song from the beginning. "Wait, Mama."
She comes back with her Kyrgyz clay bird ocarina. "This one too — it's the same." She hands it over for me to play. We start the song from the beginning again. "Wait, Mama."
She rummages through the kitchen cupboards. The old coffee tin with rice grains.
Now we're ready. From the beginning again. We jam.
Excellent birds.
2 comments:
Oh my god I loved that song! I had forgotten all about it. I used to have the album. Now that I have my ipod I can go back and put on all those songs from a million years ago.
It used to puzzle me when people referred to it as a Peter Gabriel song — I'd always thought of it as Laurie Anderson's.
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