Second day of these memory logs. Today, Henry asked me my favorite memory. And I said I’m at this dance hall in Harlem, right? Maybe mid-twenties. Maybe the night of January 7th 1925. It’s hard to really cast my mind back that far, you know? It’s all some kinda mishmash, memories existing at the same time. Or maybe I’ve just got a real crappy memory. Well, I’m standing in a corner — must not be a huge one for parties, or maybe I knew I was a bit queer — and I remember everything glowing all golden-like. High ceilings, all decked out. It’s a gas. Dancers all crowding the floor, a man spinning his sweetheart past me as he fixes his tie with the other hand. A woman laughing to my right. The smell of booze. And that music. That swing. I feel the music surrounding me in my bones, shaking me from the inside out, just like it’s shaking everyone else in this joint. Just coasting along to the vibrations.
And then — fewer people this time. The night’s winding down, fellas are going home with their dolls. We’re giving one last hurrah for the couples still knocking it out on the dance floor. These kids are a bit more sauced now, swaying and laughing and bumping into each other. They dimmed the lights some. I’m still sticking around in my corner. Nobody by my side now. And that music. Still loud as hell, ringing out the night, shaking me from the inside out. And that’s kinda it, I told him. Great night.
oh, you can dream in there? what do you usually dream of?
Ah, not dream in the literal sense, more so just think about real hard and aspire for!
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Henry’s asking about my oldest memory. Now that one I recall, loud and clear. I’m a young man, seventeen or so, tickling the Ivories in the recording room. Singing. Back then we’d have to sing in front of this big horn, real big-like, I ain’t really ever grasped the concept of that thing but I assume it was capturing the sound somehow. I know they connect it to the stylus for the wax, and it etches as we go. That was before the handy dandy microphone, so things were a bit, ah, acoustical. I’m not a very machine-minded guy, I was just there to give them the tunes, so I just gave them the tunes, and left that kinda doohickey managing to the big boys. Nice memory. Air filling in my lungs and then out like a bullet. Sharp and dense enough to knock a guy dead. Don’t remember singing that proudly any other time in my life. My music kept falling off the piano as I practiced.
Lantern slides showing movie theater etiquette and announcements, circa 1912.
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People are commiting voter fraud in the standoff. What are your thoughts on the matter?
On both sides, it seems, so I'm not too worried 'bout it! Though I wish it were only on my side! Ha! Ha!
i w a n t our supp orte rs to be hon orable
Well, I don't! Come on, pals! We're so close!
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you don't have to answer this at all but at least let me know you've seen it, absolutely phenomenal job on this so far. i saw posts from like 2016?? you've been planning this for 8 years or more. thats crazy/ amazing job. im eager to see whats in store for this :)
Thanks a ton! Kid, it’s been a few years — decades — longer than that!
HENRYYYYYYYYY!! hhihihi
I made a big red box bracelet and I really like it and I wanted to show it to you so here you go and also your my favorite i hope you guys are happy together forever
and also hi Will
wow! that's tubular. wish we had real merch -- do bands still have, like, a merch table when you go to their shows? i checked out a couple shows in chicago when i was there but usually they were in bars that don't let teenagers in. but sometimes you can hear it from outside and you can ask a nice guy to go in and get you the shirt.
also, thank you. i hope you're all happy too. though you really don't need to play favorites - we're all in this together, for better or for worse, haha.
Hi! This looks swell! Thank you tons!
Oh yeah! I made some art of you two, hope you like it!!
Wow! Thanks a ton! You got a real talent for renderin'! Henry's place sure was big n' bright- lotsa blue and green, but then lotsa gold right next to me. Everythin' a fella could want!
haven't seen a drawing of me in a while. great eye guess that's what we look like to you all out there? i never realized that we don't fully blend in. though i always thought there was something a little off about that grass. all of it is the same grass, y'know?
Whaddya mean?
y'know like how each real grass is different. there's bugs and sticks and dog poop sometimes. but no matter where you sit in there it's all perfectly lush and regular. too lush. too perfect.
Huh. S'pose so!
Just two fellas who spend their time en abime. We'll see ya there!
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