♕ |[68]| Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices

[had_not_lived]

[ VOICE / MUSIC / ACTION ]

[Anyone dropping by the Bilton and Scaggs bookstore today is in for a surprise; a section of the usually book-cluttered counter has been cleared off to hold a record player and surprisingly large stack of records, with a Network device propped precariously by it to broadcast what's playing.

In fact, Neil has turned the bookstore into an impromptu radio station for the day, and will be sharing a mixture of 50's music, poetry readings, and on-air conversations-- er, interviews-- with customers if he feels like it.]

That was Buddy Holly and the Crickets, with That'll Be the Day, here on WDPS. Stay around for a Poetry break... but first, another little something from home...

[ooc; NETWORK or ACTION replies welcome! If action, we could "broadcast" conversations if you like. XD I will be posting more music/poems/etc in comments, and trying to keep the playlist below updated with the assorted things he's broadcasting ALL DAY LONG.]



[PLAYLIST]
Buddy Holly & the Crickets - That'll Be the Day
Link Wray & his Ray Men - Rumble
"Whoever You Are," W.S. Merwin
The Chantels - He's Gone
The Everly Brothers - Wake Up Little Suzie

Comments

[POETRY]

[had_not_lived]

By now when you say I stop somewhere waiting for you
who is the I and who come to that is you

there are those words that were written a long time ago
by someone I have read about who they assure me is you

the handwriting is still running over the pages
but the one who has disappeared from the script is you

I wonder what age you were when those words came to you
though I think it is not any age at all that is you

stopping and waiting under the soles of my feet
this morning this waking this looking up is you

but nothing has stopped in fact and I do not know
what is waiting and surely that also is you

every time you say it you seem to be speaking
through me to some me not yet there who I suppose is you

you said you were stopping and waiting before I was here
maybe the one I heard say it then is you

"Whoever You Are," by W.S. Merwin.

[whitetwoguns]

Jesus Christ. Buddy and the Crickets. That takes me back to grade school.

[had_not_lived]

For some of us it's not so long ago.

Have a request?

[whitetwoguns]

Got anything by The Chantels?

1/2

[had_not_lived]

I'll have a look...

[had_not_lived]

By request, here we are-- He's Gone...

[whitetwoguns]

Now that's music.

[had_not_lived]

I agree wholeheartedly, though I might be biased.

[chosered.livejournal.com]

That'll be the day when you make me cry.

I remember that song.

[had_not_lived]

It's a good one.

[chosered.livejournal.com]

Good choice.

[had_not_lived]

I'm just getting started.

Any requests?

[chosered.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. I'm enjoying what you have on now.

[had_not_lived]

Suit yourself, there's plenty more.

[MUSIC | The Everly Brothers - Wake Up Little Susie]

[had_not_lived]

[action]

[mumbled_truth]

[Here's Todd dropping in, which is really hardly unusual. What is unusual is what Todd sees when he walks in. He stops just inside the door, staring.]

...Neil? Wh-- what are you doing?

[action]

[had_not_lived]

[Somehow Neil manages to hear him over the music, and crosses to the other end of the counter, grinning.]

It's Professor Longhair. But if you've got a request I can put it up next. Hey, will you read some poetry for us?

[action]

[mumbled_truth]

[He laughs, a bit nervously.]

I know what it is, why are you--

[Wait, what.]

What? But... us?

[action]

[had_not_lived]

Oh--

[He waves vaguely and expansively towards the other end of the counter.]

For my listeners, I mean. [Duh, Todd.]

[action]

[mumbled_truth]

[Todd's not sure if he should be dubious or terrified.]

You have listeners?

[action]

[had_not_lived]

[You should be excited, obviously.]

I certainly hope I do.

[He laughs.]

[action]

[mumbled_truth]

[Odd how that one didn't even occur to him.]

Of course.

[When Neil goes off on something like this, Todd usually thinks it's best to just go along with it. Curses have taken that to a whole new level.]

Well, since I don't want you to lose them, I'm... going to have to decline.

[action]

[had_not_lived]

Ah, c'mon.

[The best part-- or the worst part, depending on how you look at it-- is that some curses don't seem that far off. Neil might still think a radio station is a brilliant idea tomorrow. And if he does, he'll definitely think poetry is a better one.]

Just one?