A Matter of Resonance

I heard that a band that I liked was coming in concert. I then had an entirely foreign idea: Why not go? The concept was so shocking it took my breath away. Go? To a concert?

The truth is, I've been to scads of classical music concerts (including PDQ Bach) but only one popular music concert. And I was dragged to the Beach Boys, of all things. Plays, yes. Stage musicals, always. Rock bands...? I'm not quite sure how I grew up so deficient.

I think that this time period - in my apartment before the offspring come back - is the first time I've been truly alone. Large family, college in my hometown, married half way through college; dang it, I wish I had been alone sooner! Then I would not be sitting here in my skin with a stranger saying, "Well. Do I like to go to concerts? Let's find out."

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I wake in a puddle of sound each morning
with clock decibels dripping in my alarmed ears.
It splatters echoes in the shower
mutters bubbles in the oatmeal
A warm up for stepping through
the front door into a torrent
without an umbrella.
Waves of purring engines and growling honks
spats of radios posing for their audience while
Sir Overcoat is yelling at the dumpsters again
and doppelgangers pass with cells leeched on their ears.
I roll up my windows
so the noise hits the glass and trickles down.
I'll wash it off tomorrow; all this noise
If only I can find a quiet moment.