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A Throwing Muses memory: we were playing a club in Texas–a late show on a stormy night–where everybody was high except us. Everybody was really, really high except us. And not high on anything recognizable. Like Extreme Ecstasy plus acid or something, we guessed. And beer, of course. A roomful of dancing, lovey, noisy loons. “Wasn’t acid invented here?” asked Dave. “Or was it ecstasy?” So we played the show, rolling our eyes at each other and hoping the crowd settled down (they didn’t–they only got nuttier) and made it to the second encore. As Dave was counting the song in, the promoter jumped on stage wearing metallic silver pants (which I know is not a crime, but it was still…funky). We waited, watching him. He then stood on the drum riser next to Dave and removed his glittery silver pants (this might actually be a crime…especially in Texas).

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If you watch your friends carefully, sometimes you’ll notice their features beginning to change; curling up into themselves, looking within rather than without. Hurt feelings or a distracting life event may precede this – sleepy disappointment, confusion. Sometimes your friend will accomplish something really impressive and then their features fall into themselves because the person feels finished. Or would like to before he or she gets boring or fucks up again. This would never happen to, say, a seagull. Seagulls don’t stop looking around with their shiny opaque discs. God knows what they see. Everything, I guess. And bags of McDonalds. If a seagull stopped looking without, it’d starve to death. We like to feel more complex than seagulls, though this allows for a host of icky ailments to take root.

Anyway, snapping your fingers in front of a friend’s face could wake them up. “I’ll snap you out of it!” you think and grab their face with a Welcome to Earth grin. Show ’em something majestic, play ’em a big, fat song. Make ’em think you like ’em more than you do ’cause you actually do as it turns out. I love it when this works. I hate it when it doesn’t. When it works, it’s because you were sharp enough to call their bluff; when it doesn’t, your friend’s face melts in your grasp and their blurry features begin to resemble those of a blind cave fish. “Seagull’s better,” you murmur helplessly, as your friend slips away.

Love,
Kristin

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