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Aural: An Anagram and a Narrative Experiment

Music has an incredible power. This is common knowledge. Music can instill emotion just as easily as it can trigger floods of forgotten memories. And like everyone else, I too am deeply affected by music. But my love for music is strange in that I happen to feel obscenely strong emotions from music that very few actually listen to. Thus, I present an experiment: “Aural.”

Turn your speakers up. Turn the lights off. And read.

People usually balk when I say that the music that moves me most is “trance.” They usually say something along the lines of, “Oh, you like techno.” Trance is a very different beast than most electronic music, and yet it is incredibly hard to pinpoint why exactly. I have a terribly tough time trying to articulate the reasons why I like trance. That’s why I’ve decided that I’m going to try a small experiment here.

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Posted on 21 October '09 by Frank Caron, under Breaking the Fourth Wall, Flog, Flog Classic, Girls, Life, Love, Narrative. 1 Comment.

Canadian pen, American paper

Five years from now, they sit inside a cozy but nonetheless posh restaurant in a ritzy uptown neighborhood. The pair has just ordered a fairly expensive meal, including a vintage wine. He ordered for both of them. She, with her hair short, is wearing a clean cut black dress, not too short. He, a dark suit jacket and slacks with an dull orange shirt. Neither is clad in jewelery or otherwise unnecessary ornamentation.

“I want you to marry me,” he said softly across the table with a sigh-like exhale as though it were a thought in passing.

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“You know I would,” she replied with the same seeming indifference to the thought. “You could have whisked me away a week after we met. But you’ve waited. And I’ve waited. Whenever you’re ready, we’ll go.”

“But you know the problem.”

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Posted on 27 February '09 by Frank Caron, under Angst, Flog, Flog Classic, Narrative. No Comments.