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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Ladies and Gentlemen! The Fabulous Musical Mimer!



The man at the front of the bus – the one that just got on? – would like you to know that he plays all the instruments.

All of them!

Look at him up there, this rhythmically ticking Man About Town.  Those headphones are not just for show, you know.  Those are serious appliances encompassing his ears, the kind normally found adorning men behind soundboards and in wood-paneled basements. 

One can’t hear his music, of course, but from the looks of it, he’s thoroughly enjoying himself.  And why not?  Rocking in his seat, his head thrashing with a metronomic intensity usually reserved for those found in fatal proximity to an electrical outlet, he moves with ease from one imaginary instrument to another.

The drums.  One suspected that he played the drums, and here it is.  Clutching make-believe sticks, a drum part we cannot hear is acted out before us.  Bum-diddly-bum-diddly – SPLASH!  An imaginary crash symbol rings out, fills the air with the inaudible ring of metallic percussion. 

Surely this man rocks without compare.

But wait!  What’s this?  A guitar solo?  It is almost too much!  But there it is.  His left hand on the pretend fret board, the right holding an ethereal pick, this next part of whatever he is listening to consumes him.   Wheedly-wheedly-wheedly!  The woman in the seat next to me, also watching Rockstar #1, grins and motions with a jerk of her chin. 

We smile at each other, toward the man up front, the man with the rockingest playlist on the bus. 

The next part involves a ghostly piano, his fingers running along keys that only he sees.  His hands pound at the air in front of him, and one can’t help but be impressed with his singular devotion to the miming of entire pieces.

The people across from him sigh, look out the window, look at their hands, close their eyes. 

And arriving at my stop, I am forced to de-bus before he finishes.

It’s not often that we are witness to such a display of musical love and lack of boundaries.

But it is an amusing way to start a Friday.

18 comments:

vanilla said...

The very best way to enjoy a rock concert-- in silence!

vanilla said...

The very best way to enjoy a rock concert-- in silence!

Launna said...

I always think it is interesting when someone can be their selves where ever... not caring what other people think..

I am getting a little more like that, however; I am not sure I could play imaginary instruments on the bus :)

jenny_o said...

"a metronomic intensity usually reserved for those found in fatal proximity to an electrical outlet"

Now, THAT rocks!

Your powers of description are strong, Pearl, and you use them for the good of mankind :)

goatman said...

Hey wait! I want to see the didgeridoo.

fishducky said...

Man, I wish I could play like that!!

Ray Denzel said...

I have to stop riding the bus!

Elephant's Child said...

Wonderful! Though my monkey mind wonders just what song/tune has him in thrall.

Timothy Hecht said...

Agent 54 shouts: Freebird!

Delores said...

I can play all those imaginary instruments too but I don't take it out into public.

River said...

I want to know what is on his playlist.

Kymbo Whitford said...

I think he is miming... there is no music, he just wants you to think he is cool and has an iPod (he doesn't) just a white string tucked behind each ear.. I know because I do it too...

Mitchell is Moving said...

Wow. I think that guy once lived in Palm Springs. I used to see him at the gym on a treadmill. Bizarre and entertaining.

the walking man said...

What'd be even funnier is when you realized that the headphone cord was simply sitting in his pocket and he had no digital box he was listening to.

Dawn@Lighten Up! said...

Pearl, you are starting to make me wish I rode the bus. Please stop that.
;)

The Chicken's Consigliere said...

Please tell me he was wearing big, dark sunglasses and a skinny tie? Converse high tops? That's the way all the fabulous air rockstars look in my air rockstar groupie fantasies.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
...well I was soooo in the bus with you I began to wish there would be a bow. Or a curtsey at least! YAM xx

Daisy said...

He sounds like a musician extraordinaire! Perhaps it is best that he is only seen and not heard, though. :)