The People Upstairs

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The people upstairs are noisy.

They clump and thud their way over my head when all I want to do is sleep. They jabber and chuckle at the tops of their lungs when they have nothing to say and they strangle their conversations without a touch of mercy when it sounds like they have something worth waking up and listening too.

I am all alone and maybe that loneliness has made me bitter and maybe that’s why the thought of having someone walking so close to me that all I have to do is stand up, reach out and lay my hands than on them makes my blood churn and boil in my spidery old lady veins.

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Having those people upstairs, moving over my head reminds me of the first time I experienced a storm in the Midwest.

I was visiting my Granddaughter- and at the time none of us knew I was visiting my Great Grandson too. We were sitting in the living room when my phone and then my son’s and granddaughter’s phone all started to chirp.

I had never heard it make that sound before because I’m from a little toilet of a town called Meekersville just south of Seattle and we don’t get severe weather storm alerts.

We don’t get much of anything in Meekerville. It’s ghost of a town that doesn’t know it’s dead.

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Not even an hour passed before the storm hit and we spent a good part of the evening in my son’s basement, dressed in two layers of clothing and wearing our boots in case the world was not the one we left when we went downstairs to escape the falling sky.

It’s reflex now , when I hear those people talking and whispering and walking around above my head, I.want to dive into the basement, dig my way down with my bare hands when I hit the dirt floor and not to stop until I can get away from that dark sky above my head and the air buzzing around my face like a swarm of wasps just waiting to find that perfect spot on my face and hands, maybe my ears and when they find that spot they’ll stab me and stab me until they fill me with their poison and I die.

I don’t want the people up there, it isn’t natural. But what I think doesn’t matter and if I really wanted them to go away all I have to do is speak up and say so. Maybe they’d go away.

The true horror of it all, is knowing that they will always be up there clomping around and chattering. They will tell bits of stories without real beginnings or endings at the top of their voices about nicknames and stories about the first time she got a speeding ticket, or what really happened to him during the war or that time she dropped her daughter off at dance class and she sat in the parking lot and them later that hoped her child would be a star or at the very least not trip over her feet the way she always did.

It’s the good stories, the ones I could relate too, enjoy that they whisper to each other.

When it gets chilly, just before twilight sometimes they talk about what is going on right under their feet in all of those over priced coffins, the lesser priced coffins-

the rotting bodies, the clothes full of brittle chalky bones, the little white caps that they put over the corpse’s eyes under their super glued shut eyelids staring up at them from six feet below.

That’ what separates them from the dead they say just before they start to whisper -six feet- sometimes seven and those little white caps over the corpse’s eyes.

I suppose I could shout that not all of us have caps over our eyes and even the ones who do can see just fine- and we hear every word they say.

Even when they whisper.

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Before I sit down to write I listen to music.

Most of the time I listen to Mozart or Handel or Greig  but in the mix I have a few rock songs.

When I was writing for Halloween these three got  a lot of play, looking back on it I find my choices interesting and curious:

Curious because this is what I listen to when I’m actually writing:

 

It’s Saturday Night

As Rod Serling famously said in the opening of the ” Twilight Zone”

:Pleased to present, for your consideration:

Here are two versions of the same song.

One version is ” Saturday Night ” which was a monster hit for the Bay City Rollers in 1976. I was 12 years old when it came out and that is the reason why, over 40 years later I play the guitar.

I’ve also posted here the same song by Ned’s Atomic Dustbin which was featured in the film ” So I Married an Ax Murderer “.

I actually love both versions of the same song- they both have energy, they certainly both have a lot of Spirit and in both versions you get the sense that you are moving along to somewhere great and that you will be dancing the entire way.

But here is the difference for me.

Had I been 12 when Ned’s Atomic Dustin released Saturday Night, I doubt if I would have pulled out my Dad’s guitar and started taking music lessons because of it.

Ned’s version is cool, it’s a little gritty . It made me want to listen to it, to dance to it but it didn’t invite me to rock along,

Like I said though, I loved both versions and I hope you will enjoy them too,

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night

Gonna keep on dancin’ to the rock and roll
On Saturday night, Saturday night
Dancin’ to the rhythm in our heart and soul
On Saturday night, Saturday night

I-I-I-I just can’t wait
I-I-I-I gotta date

At the good ol’ rock and roll
Folk show, I’ve gotta go
Saturday night, Saturday night
Gonna rock it up, roll it up
Do it all, have a ball
Saturday night, Saturday night

S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night

Gonna dance with my baby till the night is through
On Saturday night, Saturday night
Tell her all the little things I’m gonna do
On Saturday night, Saturday night

I-I-I-I love her so
I-I-I-I’m gonna let her know

At the good ol’ rock and roll
Folk show, I’ve gotta go
Saturday night, Saturday night
Gonna rock it up, roll it up
Do it all, have a ball
Saturday night, Saturday night

S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night

S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night

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