Andrew J. Lederer

frankie/dino standards on the sound system here at the kitchen and pantry, perhaps sung, slightly off-pitch, by others.

or maybe they're just inferior performances.

or we hear flaws due to remastering

or there's a badly-calibrated sound system

or something

but the music has jolted me into moments of at least partial clarity, though that even now may be fading. (the ambient music has suddenly changed, which may have something to do with it.) still, i remember what -- moments ago -- i thought, if not what i felt.

where are the friends with whom i went to see frank sinatra jr?

where are my cartoon historian cronies?

where are my bubblegum music-loving pals; my vintage clothes-collecting companions?

where are the people with whom i shared enthusiasms just a short time ago?


(the weirdly-pitched crooning is back on.)