Question of the Day - 09/30/10

[Refugee 7]

What are your final words for September?

[Echosoftom 3]

Hello October!

[Yer so bad 4]

Finally you´re gone! I hope to do better things in October

[agirl 0]

At last, October!

[wildgator 0]

Oh, no! Now I'm looking down the barrel at first of the month bills!

[AmyLou 5]

Another one down...

[Patty Petty 9]

It's all going too fast. :085:

[wild1forever 152]

Let's go, Giants (clap-clap-clap-clap-clap)! :041:

[Pettyjunkie 0]

Hello LA!

[Softanimal 7]

Uh... Oh... Basic school...

[weird monkey 0]

I'm gonna miss the September calendar boys....:085:

[Refugee 7]

Goodbye, good riddance and take the damn heat with you.

[somewheredowntheroad 20]

I wrote an "Ode to Benmont Tench" (my last literary words of September 2010)- anyone want to read a draft?

[The Wild One, Forever 2]

Don't go!!!!

[somewheredowntheroad 20]

Ode to Benmont Tench

“Look at me,” I want to yell. Yes, I’m twenty-five years older and at least fifty pounds heavier than the girl bouncing up and down next to me. Her arms, with no jiggling undersides, seem three times as long as the rest of her five foot two inches. They spread out in front of me, waving, undulating. They block my view just for a second –time and time again. I have to duck as they just miss my head, my glasses, my eyes. Finally, I raise my right hand to protect my face as the tempo accelerates. She doesn’t notice I’m standing next to her.

Yes, she’s adorable, her hair cut in a pixie, her halter top tight, her teeth bleached white. You see her when she stands on her chair, so does Mike. But can she hear you dear Benmont?

I can.

I close my eyes to block out the drum, the bass, Tom singing, the three guitars, those arms. It’s just you and me. Your fingers speed across the Steinway, agile, yet determined. I imagine how they stretch, moving from chord to chord, sequence to sequence, phrase to phrase. I open my eyes. Your head bobs up and down. Mine does, too.

You look up. Your slightly balding scalp, once enshrouded in a curly mass of brown, is covered by a Fedora. Its brim outlines your eyes, drawing me in. You peer into the audience, passed the first three rows to me. You see me, I think, maybe, standing in the fourth row, un-illuminated. Hearing that chord, the one you just played, the one that filled that void, yet doesn’t blare 'listen only to me.' You serve the song, only the music, making it, yes, perfect. I mouth, “Wow.”

No need to yell, “Look at me.”

[SingsInFrench 262]

Good riddance September! I'm hoping for a healthier October.

[weird monkey 0]

Ode to Benmont Tench...

Awww, that was so heart felt, thanks for posting it :heart:

[SingsInFrench 262]

^^^ Beautiful Sheila. Thank you.

[LizzieB 0]

That turned out great, Sheila. I love it! I know how you feel.

September, you were a doozie and I'll never forget you as long as I live. Never!

[Yer so bad 4]

I loved that Sheila, thanks for showing us your beautiful feelings

[Beamish 0]

Whatever.

[kelly 0]

Bye to another September, good riddance. I can honestly say that I hate the entire month of September, and I have for many years. Maybe one of these Septembers something fantastic will happen to make me retract that statement. Still waiting...