Stepping out, off the page, into Kelly's Olympian
There weren't any DJ Piaf on the air last Saturday. The station was being worked on. Instead of calling ahead, I showed up with my big box o' vinyl. Sitting at Kelly's waiting for a friend to pick me up I had a moment. I was sitting at the far left end of the bar in the last stool. Or, if you're walking in, I suppose it's the first stool. You know the one. Most of the time when I'm at Kelly's There will be sports on the TV on the left and old 80's music videos on the TV on the right - VH1, I think.
Being at the far oposite end of the bar from the VH1 videos, at that angle all I was really watching was a slim parallelogram of, of what seemed to be bad 1980's porno. The subject's movements (instrument playing, prancing, preening), the long shots (unlike today's more typically frenetic editing) and the hair.
I allowed myself to imagine that they were those bad 1980's pornos and after a while I actually started to feel slightly arroused, or my body beginning to be ready to be arroused. Like the feeling I would get right before popping a video cassette into the VCR when I was a teenager (or last week). A little stirred. A little giddy. Maybe it was so much fun (and funny) because there I was at Kelly's fantasizing about 1980's porn surrounded by a hundred people.
Which reminds me of another story: The Time I Masturbated In Front Of My Science Class In High School. But you'll have to ask me about that on in person.
I got up from the bar after a while and walked the length of it. I looked up and there on the widescreen was Kate Bush. I think I actually blushed. Hmmmmm...Yesssss!
Being at the far oposite end of the bar from the VH1 videos, at that angle all I was really watching was a slim parallelogram of, of what seemed to be bad 1980's porno. The subject's movements (instrument playing, prancing, preening), the long shots (unlike today's more typically frenetic editing) and the hair.
I allowed myself to imagine that they were those bad 1980's pornos and after a while I actually started to feel slightly arroused, or my body beginning to be ready to be arroused. Like the feeling I would get right before popping a video cassette into the VCR when I was a teenager (or last week). A little stirred. A little giddy. Maybe it was so much fun (and funny) because there I was at Kelly's fantasizing about 1980's porn surrounded by a hundred people.
Which reminds me of another story: The Time I Masturbated In Front Of My Science Class In High School. But you'll have to ask me about that on in person.
I got up from the bar after a while and walked the length of it. I looked up and there on the widescreen was Kate Bush. I think I actually blushed. Hmmmmm...Yesssss!