Slim Bierko plays, in sympathetic
synthesis, the organ of his dear departed sister. (She died while seeing visions induced by her communion with the mushroom god that lived inside her head.) Slim plays the tunes of childhood commingled with some disco and a little bit of soft synthetic pop. He doesnt really like it (hed rather play some jazz) but its the only way to make the feeling stop. Dirk, listening intently, believes that hes begun to understand the sounds that Slim is making as he plays his sisters organ, but the mushroom god makes sure Dirk doesnt have a clue. Dirk, of course, is unaware the mushroom god is even in the room. The mushroom god, like other gods, believes the musics made for him. Slim, in contradiction to this prevailing fiction, makes the music for his sister and his self. Slims sister, in depression, welcomed the escape that the mushroom god provided. The feeling that the world was someone elses oyster was nothing really novel to Sue Anne. Shed been to other places and seen lingering traces of the happiness of others in the land, but when she examined her life for the things shed come to want she counted them on someone elses hand. When she ate the mushroom god he made her feel both odd and awed and the mushroom god, in gratitude, made a home inside her head. The mushroom god, in his paternal wisdom, has decreed that Slim will play upon Sue Annes Hammond organ in a way not everyone will try to understand. Slim doesnt understand the compulsion or the demon that the mushroom god has planted in his head, but he plays the tunes of childhood, commingled with some disco and a little bit of soft, synthetic pop. He doesnt really like it (hed rather play some jazz), but its the only way to make the feeling stop. Dirk sits in quiet contemplation of the memory of Sue Anne, dwelling on the eerie sound that echoes in his head. The mushroom god makes sure Dirk doesnt have a clue. Dirk, of course, is unaware the mushroom god is even in the room. The mushroom god, in his addiction, like some other gods in fiction, enjoys the music Slim has made for him. The mushroom god, like other gods, prefers to think the music is for him. Slim and Dirk and dead Sue Anne are never going to understand. Slim and Dirk will start the day (next morning, when hes gone away) as if the mushroom god was but a dream. Slim will forget the tunes of childhood, and he never much liked disco or the soggy sound of soft, synthetic pop. Hell only play his jazz most days but it will not make the feeling stop. Dirk will go to Hollywood in search of something better. He will not want to hear the sounds old Slim is putting down. Dirk never really understood. The mushroom god (in case I havent mentioned it) made sure he didnt have a clue. Dirk was always unaware the mushroom god was even in the room. The mushroom god will feed his prediliction like some other gods in fiction, for the pleasures that some mortals can provide. Its nothing new to humankind that the mushroom god (like other gods) prefers to think the music is for him. |