Over the course of seven days, I composed a Twitter narrative following three rules:
- On page 5, the first sentence in the first paragraph of Patti Smith's autobiography, "Just Kids."
- The first sentence of the Letter From The Editor of random NYLON magazines.
- The first sentence of the first blog post from Music From A Green Window.
Click on the Twitter option in the LINKS section to read what i came up with, or read below.
The Narrative
The End of the Road, nightfall, with my ever-present cigarette. I stood. This time you probably noticed me listening as you recited.
Perhaps, I didn’t know any better. I’d say- to satisfy my curiosity. You, fiendish at its core- created by music, artists and critics.
Not contented, let me make you my own. I'm not supposed to have favorites. But this one. And the music. You, putting it together.
But since we started in that Los Angeles hotel room your elaborate sense, receding. My words for you dissipated. Some music cant be saved
a constant interplay between classical and contemporary. You walked above me- a shard of heaven's kaleidoscope, an unannounced souvenir.
With each nod and trick of your soundtrack-my silent prayer, requiring more listening than speaking. I came to experience a different kind
Your love for me rivaled with the love of the band. I know, I'm "self-evidently emotive." That's why I overstayed. The riff always ends.
