I don't particularly like this track, I suppose someone spent a fair portion of there week doing it etc, and that deserves reverence , you know , dedication to play an instrument , the single mindedness to do a track. But music transports as we know...soo. I remember it because I like to sit and watch.... One of the more monotonous aspects of my life is transport or the lack of it , due to remoteness, Quite often in a big metropolis you still find the train late , the flight delayed , the meeting postponed, Depending on the situation you can be sitting for the annoying hour...... Or the can't really do anything cos I don't know where I am half a day.....really annoying.... I have over the years developed a coping mechanism of types to deal with these schedule collapses... An antidote to boredom.. I like to take my case (never a good idea) and walk down a street that is busy near the station,find a cafe restaurant with outside tables and regardless of the weather (except rain of course) I sit outside with my case and a coffee croissant/bagel depending on hemisphere ....and wait..... stations are a magnet for the scum of the earth , there is lots of food for them.... Lost people,naive,preoccupied......all loaded with the one thing you need when you travel and any good dip knows this. I like to sit and wait and look it doesn't take long for the world to happen.. On this day it was a meeting , not far from the station , and postponed for an hour and a half, I was invited to wait, but didn't want to I wanted to go to the meet and then to the hotel.... So I refused and opted to wait in the cafe and indulge in monkey watching.... I sat ordered a croissant and a mocha....and waited .... On the other side of the road was a canal, and the the other lane of traffic past that, busy road... Disgusting canal....the cafe was tired and run down and on the other side of the road was a hotel trying to look posh but was run down also, as it is to near the station In most places , In the middle of the roads a kid about 13 was sitting on the other side of the road, was a woman , old about 70 or looked it, Eastern European, about twenty metres from her standing in the cold was a women , she was obviously a brass, about thirty , black hair, unsuitable shoes , lol. Depending on your point of view , you know. Music was playing from the house stereo speaker attached to the corner table, this hotchpotch of speaker from someone's home was an attempt at outside audio , lol.....but surprisingly because it was a house speaker from a once proud position it sounded very good..considering , the owner came out and stood in the doorway.... He looked at me, I looked at the brass, he smiled.....I knew what he was thinking , foreign business man , prostitute , he must have seen it a thousand times. He spoke in English and said , "the view . Not so bad eh" and waggled his hand from side to side , the corner of his mouth turning up . I laughed the polite laugh....to bring someone over , he did , as he did he took out a cigarette and offered me one on approach. I took one he lit them both and I sat , he stood.... Eventually his eyes fell on the road the canal the boy..... As he saw the boy his face changed ....his eyebrows turned in...down.... I smiled.... He said , this one , trouble every day....and nodded towards the boy ... I said , is that right.... And smiled ....he looked slightly annoyed at my response... Our players , were unaware of there audience deux.... About ten meters away on our side of the road a man and women ran out the station.in a hurry...they saw a taxi and the man made a line for it across the road and went for it...the woman left in here heels to catch up with here suitcase.... The cafe owner turned and looked at what I was looking at , he looked back at me and this tune came on the radio... I asked him to turn it up....he shouted back to the girl inside behind the counter , she turned up the volume , a lot, lol, way to much to be reasonable , a mistake because she wasn't outside or revenge for wandering hands who knows , but to loud , I smiled , it made me jump a little , it was this tune.... As I turned back I saw the boy stand up slightly from his perch.... One hand on the ground where he sat the other on his knee as he half stood, I looked right at him and knew what was going to happen , so do you! Sure enough as we watched he approached from a rear line so not to alert them.... The boy looked at the cars steaming down the road towards him , I looked him in his eyes , he was concentrating on the metal... He timed the car that approached ,flicking his head back and fourth to the man...the car the car the man..... Then he jumped.....ran in front of the first car , As the man helped his wife in the taxi, in recompense for being a terrible husband (which she was reminding him of verbally from her shaking head) the taxi driver put the cases in the boot , the boy darted across the road with a good instant speed he passed the man just as he entered the taxi , with his bum in the air one leg in the taxi his head leaning in ..... I didn't see the move it was to smooth to quick to practiced.....the man jumped up catching his head on the roof of the taxi...shouted something I couldn't hear over the traffic..... The boy in a hop skip and amazing jump got over the guard rail and was heading down the road at about 20 kmh... He headed in the direction of the old woman as he passed her he passed her the energy in his hand...... She then turned on the spot and walked away ....in the direction of the man and his wife.... The worker in her heels laughed , the woman with the man looked at her with disgust and the taxi driver tried to look concerned for them , but was ultimately concerned with the fact he now had a fair that was going to be a favour and to long on his day to the cashpoint the police station , blah blah........ Yeah he will get a tip, but the ten fairs he missed , but he is a good Muslim so he is obliged isn't he... The cafe owner looked kissing his teeth, turned to me , but before he could speak, i said with my arms in the air and the loud music , "ballet" ..... He looked at me puzzled , then my shoes my coat my case.....the face dropped and he went straight back in the cafe .... I laughed , he changed his mind about me ,I thought. I got up , left the twice the bill.and walked off down the road in the direction I needed , wheeling my plastic dog behind me... When I arrived after my walk to the office, I went in and was invited to go and sit in the board room..... I sat , and sat , sat some more.. In they all came 45 mins later, in a bundle , I recognised one of them straight away,, it was the man in the taxi, minus wife... We got on with the meeting after excuses were exchanged... When we broke , I approached the small crowd listening to the tail of woe.... The kid even got his watch! How the fuck........lol...... Amazing, brave , resourceful........ Scared of going without.......... The musics a let down lol........unless you like it of course.....the musician is scared of going without........ []
