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While in the process of contemplating my post-dir en grey crash I realized something.
Of all the things that I remember, that stick out clearly and brilliantly in my thoughts, what is most prominent are their hands and their arms. Of all things, that's what I recall.
The almost un-realness of Kaoru's arms when he first came onstage, and later the bright, beautiful shock of his hands moving on his guitar in his dark corner, they were about all you could see of him. The way Shinya's arm lashed out, flicking his wrist, in one violent, graceful motion to snap over two cymbals almost at once. Die hands bouncing, and flitting, and sliding, and dancing over his guitar as he played, somehow sharp and smooth simultaneously. And Kyo, raising his arms in one powerful move, before shaking his head violently only to do it again and again and again. But out of all my memories, what I always remember is the simplest most peaceful thing: Kyo's hand, shoved out the crack at the bottom of the van's window, sitting out in the cold against the white of the door. Just that. Four little fingers, not doing anything. I don't even remember what Kyo looked like, or what he was doing, where he was looking, anything. I just remember those fingers. And now, every time I think of him, that's the image that comes to mind...
My friend said he was trying to cool off. He's probably right. But I wonder, would he have put his whole arm out if he could? Just to feel the wind. That's what I would do. Opened myself up to the cold and breathed it in, simply because I could.
Of all the things that I remember, that stick out clearly and brilliantly in my thoughts, what is most prominent are their hands and their arms. Of all things, that's what I recall.
The almost un-realness of Kaoru's arms when he first came onstage, and later the bright, beautiful shock of his hands moving on his guitar in his dark corner, they were about all you could see of him. The way Shinya's arm lashed out, flicking his wrist, in one violent, graceful motion to snap over two cymbals almost at once. Die hands bouncing, and flitting, and sliding, and dancing over his guitar as he played, somehow sharp and smooth simultaneously. And Kyo, raising his arms in one powerful move, before shaking his head violently only to do it again and again and again. But out of all my memories, what I always remember is the simplest most peaceful thing: Kyo's hand, shoved out the crack at the bottom of the van's window, sitting out in the cold against the white of the door. Just that. Four little fingers, not doing anything. I don't even remember what Kyo looked like, or what he was doing, where he was looking, anything. I just remember those fingers. And now, every time I think of him, that's the image that comes to mind...
My friend said he was trying to cool off. He's probably right. But I wonder, would he have put his whole arm out if he could? Just to feel the wind. That's what I would do. Opened myself up to the cold and breathed it in, simply because I could.