will never leave
There’s this diner out in Evansdale that’s open all night, and the entire
staff is also a band; I’ve seen them play on Thursday night at the
Amphouse (under new management) and they’re not bad, more roots-country
than I’m normally into but it works if you’ve been doing a lot of
drinking. Sometimes one of the waitresses will start to sing while
cleaning a table, and the others join in with elaborate harmonies that
make me want to learn some music theory. Normally I am made absolutely
uncomfortable by such public displays, but there is a quiet to their
voices, and a heartsick lonesome nature they have mastered which most
singers don’t even know exists, and so it is that after work at the
graveyard I drive across to Evansdale and eat bacon cheeseburgers at two
in the morning while women I will never really know sing of a sorrow so
deep it steals the breath from your lungs.
(12:26.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #