"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Monday, November 23, 2009

Sometimes Trouble Weighs an Ounce

No one could take their eyes of Lola, even the married men from the Valley who’d arrived at the club with their wives in tow, and who, despite their late arrival had been shown to the front row.

Lola stepped up to the microphone, and began to sing. She looked so slender, so lithe, in the spotlight, as if a whisper might whisk her over the edge of the stage, which seemed, from where Richard sat, to be as high as the rim of a canyon. She sang beautifully; with a kind of confidence that only seasoned performers displayed. But what song was she singing?

Later, after the evening had ended, when Richard asked Lola the name of the song she had sung, he wasn't even surprised to learn that she had performed a tranquil rendition of The Black Keys' “Psychotic Girl.”

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