Ringtone
By Harry Whitehead
Ringtone.doc
A tv commercials producer comes face to face with a little of the real stuff
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March 1, 2007 at 2:54 pm
Anouar Brahem composed the tempo of the music ‘Le pas du chat noir’ from watching a tree’s movements from his bedroom window. From where do the interconnections come from that compose our sense of connectedness? If reincarnation exists, do we get to choose, from all the character’s we have been, which one we want to be in the afterlife? Do they morph through our remembrance of existence like masks we’ve worn in a Mid Summer Night’s tale. We all have been the Jerry Springer director of commercials, passed out on the street from an overdose of meaninglessness. Someone once told us there was money to be made from stuffing a hippo in an elevator. We considered how that could be accomplished. Why, because that keeps the girlfriend in aroma therapy oils for her nightly bath. It keeps our reputation intact in the business of making the unbelievable believably viable. We have all been the Magician of the Absurd.
We have all been the hooker whose only asset is the configuration of flesh they were born with in this life. We have also been the pimp who prays upon the desperation of the weak. These lonely characters attract each other in this stories moment in time. They share a common need to survive the disconnection they mutual suffering. They are like drowning ants that desperately entwine their legs as they sink down into another passing night in London town. Each close to death, each defenseless in their attempt to retain an identity they despise. They are interconnected like the composer, the wind and the tree. They dance for the cameras that record their one act play, to be reviewed later in a Soviet style Central Observation Department, in an abandoned tube station marked ‘Top Secret’.
In the end, they all go home; none the richer, for their assets are already spent. The director has only his misfortune to weave into another unsaleable script, the hooker must forfeit her earnings to her protector and he owes everyone to ply his trade. The art of being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, has been recorded so many times the reviewers do not even register on the encounter. No one was killed, no violence, it will not sell. It all passes into the memories of the players as an interconnection of random notes, composed to the tempo of all that surrounded them. All the witnesses that looked on in disinterest, through the sodium lights of the city.
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