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The Magic Box
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The Magic Box |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
The Magic Box I'm riding in the back seat of a car, listening to the speaker just behind me. The program or the show, perhaps a sequence of oldies, is most interesting, as if it had been put together just for me, as though its producer knew exactly what I wanted to remember, as if to bring me a treasure of experience from the past; though knowing all the while this couldn't be the case, that it's really just a marketing tool, a commercial gimmick to get you to listen to the show. With every moment I am more and more captivated and enthralled. Suddenly the music stops. The driver indicates that I should talk into the speaker. I am puzzled and say: Talk ... What? ... I suppose that he (the driver) has done this through his car phone. That he's just telephoned the show. A woman's voice emerges from the speaker, The DJ, I suppose. I ignore it, then with a start, I realize she's speaking directly to me. But this couldn't be ... ... It has to be some gimmick ... Like they want to get your reaction when the nurse on General Hospital shows up at your door and says could you please do her a flavor? ... But that compelling, female voice ... Her name, she says is Lori, and in the same breath, tells me she is forty. She says can I tell her of myself. We talk, and then I realize what this is. They're just collecting demographic data on their listeners. It's a marketing tool, something like Arbitron. Lori says that she is glad I'm listening, and she is glad to know we are in arms. Then she emerges from the speaker and falls into the seat beside me. In her arms she holds a magic boom box. This is what I'd thought to be a radio station. I can't describe it. She lets me hold it. It is smooth, large and heavy, It's top is festooned with panels and buttons. It's one of those pieces of equipment that randomly mixes songs for you, moments for you, plays the snapshots of your life for you, The times of sadness, the times of rapture and of glory. How could this box, this girl, already know so very much about me? I feel a fascination with this box so indescribable, so compelling, so intense I can not say it, only feel it. But, of course, the box is her's. and she is going. Then she just gives me her magic box, and I am more startled by this than by anything in waking life. Why is she even letting me tamper with her very, very valuable equipment? I try to draw Experience from the box, but can not make it do what she can do. The system must be locked with a password, her password ... and why would she give her secret password out to just whoever? Then, before I can even formulate the thought, she opens one of the many secret panels on the box. She reveals a teeny tiny keyboard, its tinny buttons and a menu: asdfghjkl;' ... and then Lori is gone. A man takes my hand and indicates to me. A woman is approaching, her arms already open to receive me. Touching her, I sense her intention. I ask her who she is but can not hear. She is advancing. I ask her who she is. Again she tells me. I can not hear. she still advances. She will not wait. The distance closes and our bodies come together. She takes me in her arms, and since there seems so little else to do, I open to receive her in my own. When I was young I'd listen to the radio Waiting for my favorite songs. When they played I'd sing along. It made me smile. ... The Carpenters ... Clap for the Wolfman. Clap Clap for the Wolfman. Clap Clap for the Wolfman. Clap Clap for the Wolfman ... ... Bert comings and The Guess Who Remember XRok 80? Remember the Mighty 1090in Tijuana? Remember? ... ... ... ... |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Hey! You know what? It's only three months til Christmas Eve! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Jaime, I enjoyed reading your magic box dream. A little nostalgia for the magic of past intense emotions lived through the radio. The gifts come when we need them ... why wait for Christmas? Love, Margherita  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
You have a fascinating dream world! ~ and may all the good ones become your reality! Another gem from your pen, Jaime! There is magic in all the boxes of your poetic treats! Yeppers, three more months and counting! lol Hugs with love, EA |
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