Today, Jonney Quinn (medicine woman) lost his hearing for a full half-hour. I cried in the bathroom while he just laughed and played guitar. He compared that to playing an electric keyboard with the sound off. I compared it to drawing blind, by which I don't mean contour. Samson & Goliath was in the middle of a show when it happened. He was doing guitar tech work for us when we looked over and saw that he was holding either side of his head and muttering. Emphatically, he said that he could not hear.
Jonney has fucked up hearing as it is, but he made it clear that he could not even hear from his good ear. He quickly left the building to see what the fuck it was that was wrong and returned with nothing. We concluded the show, and everybody mouthed to Jonney that that sucked, they were sorry, is he going to be okay, really sorry. I mouthed to him that I had to pee and then went to sputter in the bathroom.
The hearing came back, though. It came back violently. He described it as someone sticking a needle into his ear and then yanking it around. And we talked about how weird and tragic it was to not be able to hear anything. This is something I can't even imagine. If I lost my sight, I'd never get over it. Jonney was okay with the whole thing. Faced with the same situation, though, I would have probably killed myself. Everything I do is with my eyes, everything he does is with his ears.
Jonney and I spent a lot of time after that lying down and playing with each other's hair, sort of awkwardly savoring the sensory attributes of the other. Before the show, we had spent time doing much of the same, but we left that to pick up Brighton's First Big Mac, which was surprisingly delicious. Still, I don't plan on getting many more than the first.
The Samson & Goliath show itself was a roller coaster. Guitar trouble caused the entire show to be delayed. Instead of taking twenty minutes, the first act took an hour. By the time we went onstage, half the crowd had gone to their parties and engagements and we were playing to a select few, most of whom weren't even listening anyway. It was a huge departure from the normal thick crowd of our close friends who gather near to us and our microphones and listen and comment on our silly jokes. We felt less ready than (probably) ever before, but we still had a metric ton of fun.
We each made four! whole! dollars!
1 comment:
i'm so sorry that stompkalompk and i had to leave so quickly. his padre came to drive us to his buddy's house in millcreek.
the show was quite fabulous, though.
did you make the four dollars from some horny soul buying a box o' condoms? or was it just generous donations?
hope you had an fantastic all hallow's eve.
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