Piece of Me
‘’‘Once upon a time, not too long ago, two wizards of melody gathered together for a jamming session in some back dimension where even darkness couldn’t stop the dance. One of Wizards, known as InFarRod, was difficult to describe, he wasn’t of visible spectrum for one thing! While the other known as The Many Fingered laydee possessed more magic staffs for arms than common sense! Don’t fool yourself into thinking you have ever met such depraved creatures. The Wizards in this story have left the need for pointy hats and beards back in the Wizarding stone age. They have become deranged souls burned alive by existence and still burning. These are wizards with the same enormous iceberg-sized chips you all have on your MOUTH shoulders, but where as all you can do take it out on your loved ones these Wizards can tear reality out from underneath there worst enemies. They can turn their greatest foes into teddy bears and warp the fabric of the universe just to scratch an itch! If they hated you enough, they could even revert you back to childhood just to relieve themselves of such a burden and take care of you like a loving mother only to hate you all over again when you reach adulthood!
So all in all, don’t expect a lot of what a Wizard says to mean much to us mere mortals! But sometimes it’s interesting to watch how minds who treat stars like staircases speak among themselves! For these two conjurers of melody I Wahail about only the music mattered. Time, was just a rhythm that had no meaningful hook to it. This jam between staff power may have happened last tuesday, but when you’re a transdimenstional Wizard, Tuesday is no more important to you than a trumpet is to a stick insect. But any way, these two Wizards just ‘happened’ to bump into to each other on the summit of some random peak in a billion dancing mountain tops, a million light years from the last scream of civilisation.’’’
By now, there were so many layers of hypnotic, droning, melody coming out of the Fairy’s instrument, any musically untrained ear in this bar hadn’t a chance of stopping all these subversive melodies before they snuck into the backs of their minds and played with their heart strings. Within moments of hearing the Fairy’s soundtracked descriptions everyone at the Lionbiter’s was being battered by imagery which flooded their imagination and took the minds eye to somewhere else altogether like any good movie at the cinema might.
The fairy now started up a diologue between his two main Wizard characters.
“”‘Nice cosmic ride, ma lady.’ Infar-Rod admired the other ones transportation,’’’’ the Fairy narrated.
‘’’‘This was a vast upside down spiral of strange mountains that seemed to protrude from the fabric of the flickering starry sky above like thorns piercing a dark cloth.
‘Of course,’ InFar-Rod just had gloat, ‘Me and my kin can instantly dance across the Cosmos without the need for bling on a wing, if you know what what I mean’
‘And yet’ The Many Fingered Laydee got in a nice, cool come back, her voice like a tidal wave of calm certainty, ‘I doubt you’ve ever considered the greatest question of all: if we are all of one vibrating, conscious universe then just what is this nothing between us, oh piece of me?’
If the other Wizard had been of the visible spectrum he might have frowned at such a question. As it was, he’d other matters to attend to.
‘Hey, before we get down to business, I have a string to pluck with you. I have heard that those in your Co orcestration believe in the Wild Imagi’vibebration, a faith in a notion that the entire universe is sustained by nothing more then just the rash random jam of some eternal inner- child strumming an god awful racket on her intergalactic instrument, this rythym of hers lurking in the heart of every living thing.’
‘Yep.’ came an even cooler reply.
‘If that’s the case then what does that say about existence? Whats the point of taking a thing seriously if the entire Cosmos only exists because of some toddler-creator toying with us like playthings of her divine mischief! Grotty chunky fingers playing us like puppets!’
‘So, piece of me,’ The Many Fingered Laydee’s smokie voice became so cool that it froze space and time, ‘you randomly found me out here just to condemn my vibe?’
‘No! No no not at all!’ Infar-Rod snorted, ‘I found you out here to congratulate you having such faith in one seriously cheektacular force in The cosmos! I mean, Personally, I only believe in the Fairies, but we both share a strong faith in similarly mischievous forces so I think I may have found in you, the right Wizard for the job!’
‘The job, piece of me?’ The Many Fingered Laydee wondered.
‘As you know, the chronic vibration of our beloved Sosighcity of Too Many Tribes, the funless fist that beats all it punches into a dull version of civility! Yah know, that glorious waste of space-time our intellectually-challenged ancestors were spat out from? Well, it’s a bit like a stuck marching band record in the Cosmos at the moment. New Tunelands keep on vibrating into existence in every trans-dimension. Even if one breaks a Tunelands heart strings every now and then, set it back with a bit of an disco apocalypse, they have a nasty habit of growling back with its ever hateful rythym, sometimes, more funky then ever.’
‘Hmm hmm there there, piece of me! ,’ The Many Fingered Laydee snapped one of her many-staffed-limbs up to her chin, ‘alas This is another place where our musical tastes differ. For me the song of Sosighcity is that most beautiful of neon symphonies, and the Tunelands within, such inspiring, glorious playing things of undying mystery! Oh, don’t you see the beauty in the brutality of it all!? The meandering melodies playing out within their dimensions!? –
Where would the Universe be without the Sosighcitys song of LOVE and HATE, joy and pain, Passion and heart-break? Tragedy, melancholy, misunderstandings and unrequited hearts? Prejudice and Obsession!? The sonnet of a soul playing the game of chance, hard lessons learned, embracing the slow but inevitable tide of change, rising to impossible challenges and breaking all the rules! Kind innocent souls persecuted until they become freaks and outcasts who reek their ryth-venge on all ignorance! Soul’s vibrations sustained just in time, souls melodys ended despite all hope! Fist fights outside pubs where the best of pals are made! The melody of the SosighCity has such a beautifully twisted vibebration! Oh, and the chaos all that emotion brings! Oh, that lonely bitter wail of innocent IDEAlism lost on an broiling ocean of indifference! Oh the bitter-sweet melancHOLY of it all, piece of me, its pure ecstastical, tragical, emensical, drama of the highest, flyist, WONDERMASTJESTEEEEEE!!’
There came an intense grating beat from all around as the infarod invisible Wizard appeared to grind his well-timed palms against his invisible staff until the many limb-ed wizard couldn’t continue her wistful musings.
‘Now, now, piece of me?’ She tried not to sound any more offended then she felt.
‘OH COME OFF IT!’ Infar-Rod howled like air rushing into a vacuum cleaner, ‘I don’t buy your sentimentalism! You’re are the Many Fingered Laydee, are you not? You are legendary for the chaos you have wrought upon the Sosighcity. You’ve stoked the notes of the apocalypse enough times, like the best of us! You must hate the Sosighcity at least as much as a Wizard hates the music-less-monkey who proceeded him!’
‘HATE? What hate? What a simple word for a such a complex and uncertain emotion! HATING the Sosighcity has never interested me as much liberating its tribes, from time to time, from their habit of getting too set in their more toneless ways! Every instrument must be retuned from time to time!’
‘But don’t you ever dream,’ Infar-Rod was in danger of getting into a rant, ‘of finally leaving that damned primordial-quagmelody we came from behind? Don’t you dream of breaking all its strings and depressing the last of its doomed drone back into the underground down into the smallest intervals of a sub bar until its like it never existed and finally you’re free of all its crap?’
The many-limbed Wizard tossed her wild black hair backwards, snapping her many glowing staff-arms outwards with 360-degree-jabs as if she was considering lashing at someone who could have been all around her.
‘Anyway…’ Infar-Rod managed to refrain himself with a clearing of the throat, ‘Me of my Core-Orchestration have been lost deep in a serious jam session for quite some time, pondering all the different tuning-methods and which one might be the best way of finishing the Sosighcity’s sad and depressing song once and for all. After much jamming I have collectively come to the conclusion that there can be few more universal changing vibrations then the power of musical energy. It was desperately demonic melodies and rhythms which forged Sosighcity in the first place and these tired, dead donko-lodies still work submissively as ever still desperately trying to hold it all together. Maybe music is the only thing that can pull it all apart again!’
‘What? You mean like with some kind gyromania infusion in the streets that causes a breakdown of law and order?’
‘Possibly, now that’s what I need know! That’s why I need you for to do some research for me. I’m a C*ntry boy at heart, can’t stand being in tune with the Sosighcity for more then five nano-seconds on a Sunday morning, so I need someone like you to do some toying with your beloved playing thing!’ I need to see if there is any possibility that music once again bring spring to a long and cold dead winter of unconsciousness!
‘Hmmm….’ The Many Fingered Laydee may have been scheming, ‘would be an interesting key to experiment in. I must admit that the Sosighcity has become a little out of tune of late.’
‘Interesting enough for a wager?’
‘A wager? What we talking about here?’
‘I may just have a a short cut, call it a dodgy day pass, if you will, to the location one of Sursingaras temples of vibration…You know of Sursingara, the first of our kind….a chance to bask in so much melody that you don’t mind falling forever into her get down. If seeking the greatest conjurer of all interests you….’
‘He he he, ah, ah, ah, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAAAAAAAAH!’ Th Many fingered lady laughed teasingly, before biting on her velvety lower lip, one of the few facial features on her tree-like head-dress, ‘You know, I just might have to jam on the possibility of such a song being written for my future melodic exploration….’
‘Indeed. So what’s there to strum about?’
‘You know, I think you’re right.’ All of a sudden her arms had splayed out into endless glowing fingers of energy, an intense drone from her breath making her whole form pulse with rhythm. ‘Time to get down, piece of me, talk after. If you know who I am then you know I never make deals t’with nobody ‘til I’ve danced with them first. If the MIGHT of your beautifully hate-filled Core-Orchestration of invisible cowards can survive my music-power then I’ll decide if I wanna take on your most curious wager…how’s that sound, PIECE OF ME?…’
As she spoke, her endless staffs of light were wailing with ever-intensifying emotion that would have deafened all those who had ears. It was a good job then, that no living thing around these parts had need for such senses. As she danced and swayed her limber body from side to side, firing a hundred balls of rythym in a hundred different directions at once, it suddenly felt as if there were as many invisible enemies for her to aim at as they were mountain peaks.
‘Ok Laydeeeeee!’ Infar-Rod had always had an omnipresence in his tone, but right now his throat sounded as if it belonged to a billion different Wizards singing as one. ‘If you’re grooving-for-a-bruising, THEN WHO AM I TO DEPRIVE YOU?!!!! ’