 |
|
|
entry #1, 07.25.2004
the entity that survives under the name of "elusive trout music" started out much as it is today, a quiet dream someone had sitting on a sofa inside a brick veneer house. not a bad house, just a house. it might have been a place that inspired some thought or held some celebration, or forged some tears, but it is still just a house. now the sofa, that' s a different story. it wasn't just any sofa. it was one of those futon sofas. you know, those multi-purpose, bed in disguise sofas. not much of a sofa, and not much of a bed, but a good place to live. comfortable, in that "man my back hurts" sort of way.
moving water. you don't have to push it. it moves on it' s own. inhabited by quiet shadows, dying ephemeroptera galactica, and small bubbles of oxygen. magic. one of the most amazing bits of magic that can ever be witnessed by the human eye is when one of the quiet shadows becomes a beautiful rainbow trout. true prestidigitation. miracle of miracles. from shadow to life. from a thought to a tune. elusive trout music. never more, never less.
-db