Garrison Keillor takes over my brain and starts narrating.
I grew up listening to Prairie Home Companion, and Car Talk on the Radio. The voices of the Tappet Brothers and Keillor are as familiar as any family friend or relative whose voice I'd recognize without looking at the caller ID.
Not that Garrison Keillor calls my phone, but that is a perfect example of his voice recognition.
I can hear him narrating my life, noting the details of the neo vintage furniture in my apartment, all five senses included (I've always kind of thought his description of the world around him in story,would be similar to that of an autistic person, without the applause or the advantage of thinking it was cozy,worth explaining, or even funny) painting a perfect picture of my neighbourhood, a brief summary of my life in two long sentences. And even the familiar audience applause near the end.
I can almost hear him, standing in my kitchen speaking away.. riding in the back seat of my car, in line behind me at the grocery store, narrating me showering, explaining my phone conversation and relationship with my mother to a studio audience. He's in my living room now.. speaking, almost announcing things that are around him. I've tuned him out, I'm busy typing, watching tv, listening to Pandora's box, and glancing at the scarf i'm knitting, noting the shape it is taking and what pattern i will strategically reverse to finish it, as identically as its counter part.
I enjoy relaxing and listening to his show so why can't i stand him following me around? I want to blind fold him, put ear plugs in his ears, put gum in his mouth, but i fear that reducing his senses to himself would somehow kill him. Forcing him to narrate himself to death.
That would be awful, and his audience would shame me. No, I enjoy his radio banter, his convenient songs of wallowing in human moments, he's a talking Kodak picture from a family album. He looks the way he sounds. I've read a few of his books I even cheered and clapped at the end. It seemed appropriate for all the times he made me realize and laugh at something irrelevant.
Oh God! Am i falling for him? I hate him and yet I don't want to see him suffer. No, no, no, no nnnononon.
I'm just crazy.
phew,
Suzy
Not that Garrison Keillor calls my phone, but that is a perfect example of his voice recognition.
I can hear him narrating my life, noting the details of the neo vintage furniture in my apartment, all five senses included (I've always kind of thought his description of the world around him in story,would be similar to that of an autistic person, without the applause or the advantage of thinking it was cozy,worth explaining, or even funny) painting a perfect picture of my neighbourhood, a brief summary of my life in two long sentences. And even the familiar audience applause near the end.
I can almost hear him, standing in my kitchen speaking away.. riding in the back seat of my car, in line behind me at the grocery store, narrating me showering, explaining my phone conversation and relationship with my mother to a studio audience. He's in my living room now.. speaking, almost announcing things that are around him. I've tuned him out, I'm busy typing, watching tv, listening to Pandora's box, and glancing at the scarf i'm knitting, noting the shape it is taking and what pattern i will strategically reverse to finish it, as identically as its counter part.
I enjoy relaxing and listening to his show so why can't i stand him following me around? I want to blind fold him, put ear plugs in his ears, put gum in his mouth, but i fear that reducing his senses to himself would somehow kill him. Forcing him to narrate himself to death.
That would be awful, and his audience would shame me. No, I enjoy his radio banter, his convenient songs of wallowing in human moments, he's a talking Kodak picture from a family album. He looks the way he sounds. I've read a few of his books I even cheered and clapped at the end. It seemed appropriate for all the times he made me realize and laugh at something irrelevant.
Oh God! Am i falling for him? I hate him and yet I don't want to see him suffer. No, no, no, no nnnononon.
I'm just crazy.
phew,
Suzy