The Crashing Men’s Requiem

I look down at The Crashing Men who stand far below the nosebleeds but above the whole arena. I am eighteen again and in the middle of my worship. The pounding drums, the crowing voice, the intricate and labyrinthine guitar: where the tread none follow, no one could.

I am always here in the lulls of my life, when tax season comes especially. The Crashing Men are pushing fifty but then again their forever and beyond such concerns. They haven’t been alive for some time in the view of forty year old me, but eighteen year old Ferris knows they are immortal. He knows so much. He’ll know a lot more in twenty minutes.

“Hold every god damn cheap ass recorder up high, you’re going to want to hear this. This our requiem and we expect it to be played.” Harold Shocker, lead vocalist.

It starts with a scream and Ferris is crying without any understanding for why. The scream dies and Harry falls to the ground. Everyone is sure he’s dead but for the building drums and then bass line. We realize this is a resurrection as he somehow climbs the mic. He starts low and in odd tongues we can’t quite decipher. He gets higher and we know the words but we can’t say exactly why.

We start singing along, no longer burdened by understanding. We are lost in The Crashing Men and as the fire starts on stage we stand. Harry kneels and our vision of him is lost in the fire. The music continues louder, higher and faster. As the flame turns white, the song lives. Then the firemen come.

They later say the whole song was inaudible noise. They always do. We know better, we know it to be magic, dark as the night. Lyrics are burnt into us and we are shaped by their passing. I’m back to my W2 and three children. I smile slightly and hum.

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. somethingnewplease
    Jan 25, 2011 @ 14:36:06

    I enjoy the tone the first paragraph sets — as if we’re about to see gladiators conquer criminals and lions.

    Enjoyed,
    D

    Reply

  2. Carson Margedant
    Jan 25, 2011 @ 15:39:43

    Yet when I try to do gladiators, it’s a dismal failure. Go figure.

    Reply

  3. somethingnewplease
    Jan 25, 2011 @ 16:38:03

    Use a net.

    Reply

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