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to hear my favorite? 2 lemon lime + 1 spearmint = gin and tonic.тАЭ
тАЬGin and tonic! We likes, we likes. IтАЩll tell you, I could use a G-and-T
right now.тАЭ
тАЬLet me send you some Jelly Bellies.тАЭ
Phoo phoo phoo. Ken had gotten used to smoking, I could tell.
тАЬYou remember that last day before you went off to San Diego State?


Polyphony 6
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 ORANGE GROVES OUT TO THE HORIZON


Your father caught us in the fallout shelter? That speech he gave us?
Cracked my ass, man. When he gave you that cream depilatory, I thought
you were going to shit.тАЭ
тАЬI really donтАЩt want to talk about this.тАЭ
тАЬAw, what? You make it sound so terrible. That was the first time I
heard the Crosby Stills and Nash album, remember that? Great fucking
record, wasnтАЩt it?тАЭ
тАЬIt was a pretty good album.тАЭ Probably not the cultural watershed that
Ken remembered, but pretty good. Parts of it make me just cringe to listen
to now. All those twee little pop tunes from Graham Nash. David Crosby in
his yowza-yowza voice, almost cutting his hair.
But there was the one song at the end, Wooden Ships. A song to the
apocalypse, full of autumn light and sadness. I remember it was the first
pop song IтАЩd ever heard in E-minor. In a few years, every song would be in
E-minor, but Wooden Ships summed up the grave romance of the age.
That whole week before I left for college, I was under its spell. Who
knows what I might have said to my father if I had been listening to Tommy
James, say, or Sly and the Family Stone. Rock and roll records, full of
cigarettes and dope and nasty sexтАФbut forgiving, where poetry is
remorseless.
тАЬStill brings tears to my eyes, that song. DonтАЩt it bring tears to your
eyes?тАЭ
Ken was playing air guitar with the phone, so that our connection
crackled in time to the beat in his head. He hummed the guitar solo: тАЬNu-
nu-nu, nu-nu nu, nu-nu-nu. Come on, motherfucker. DonтАЩt get shy on me.
Sing along!тАЭ
тАЬIтАЩm singing on the inside.тАЭ
тАЬYouтАЩre shy. Like your dad. I swear, Hoss, if you end up like him,
hanging from your automatic garage door, you only got yourself to blame.тАЭ
тАЬThatтАЩs not funny, talking about my dad.тАЭ
тАЬYou know what Katy always said? That your dad wouldтАЩna been mad
if weтАЩda let him join us. Can you see your dad, talking all his future-shit
while heтАЩs blazing on mushrooms? Showing us all his Popular Science
magazines and shit? Can you see it?тАЭ
He was banging on the table at his end, in giddy happiness. I could hear
it over the phone. I wanted to say something to bring him around, because it