Friday, June 10, 2005

orgasmic

Bows glided in fury. Masses of red locks wildly thrashed. Black gowns creased and rumpled over quivering legs excited by cleanly executed trills. And Poulenc did cartwheels onstage.

Oboes pedaled up in silky restraint. Young, white, feminine muscles on bare arms contracted with every agonized pianissimo. Eyelashes flitted like flies escaping the swat. And Prokofiev limped gaily with one leg.

Flabby cheeks shook jelly-like with passion. Worn-out leather shoes traced the rhythm on the carpeted floor. The uncontrolled tittering of a half-Japanese, half-French violinist infected the crowd with mirth. And Debussy jacked off in front of us.

“She must have had jutes, that girl,” my seatmate, a classmate in German class, was referring to the giggling half-Japanese performer. Maybe I had jutes, too. I could feel it. Either that or the wine I had gulped in the lobby was now tickling my brain cells. And my limp body was surfing the air thick with the wailing of strings.

One more number and I was already one of those animals in Saint-Saëns’ Le Carnaval des Animaux, jumping about in ecstasy, cavorting to the bassoon’s gossips.

The French performers had requested that the aircon be turned off. It’s bad for the instruments, they claimed. The Francisco Santiago Hall of PCI Bank was, therefore, a bit warm that night. Add to that the heat generated by the young musicians whose passion seared the walls, and of course, the hot, heavy breathing of the guy seated on my left, who was already seeing talking cellos and walking clarinets in his dreams.

The zest of the performers was contagious. It was clearly their life. And they were living every note of it. Every flick of the bow, every dizzying cadenza, every squirting glissando was relished. They were enjoying the whole experience, and so was I.

Fingers stabbed the ivory keys. Applause attacked the ceiling like drugged bats. Seats clinked and creaked as the audience rose for an ovation. And I had an orgasm.

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10 Comments:

At 10:39 PM, Blogger transience said...

beautiful. everyone's having some kind of visual, aural, olfactory, tactile sex these days.

 
At 8:27 PM, Blogger bullish1974 said...

what a waaaaay to have an orgasm.

 
At 5:49 PM, Blogger slim whale said...

trans,

AIDS is a bitch. we have no choice but to go for safer sex.

bullish,

you're right. it was so improper. i should've brough tissue.

 
At 8:48 PM, Blogger Fist said...

Everyone is having what sex these days? How come no-one told me?

 
At 12:18 AM, Blogger slim whale said...

fist,

now you know.

by the way, you've got a very interesting blog.

 
At 2:28 PM, Blogger rmacapobre said...

french performers?

 
At 2:46 PM, Blogger slim whale said...

macapobre,

yup. the french spring fest started two weeks ago.

 
At 6:42 PM, Blogger oliver said...

Hi Chris! Thanks for linking me up. :) Linked your blog too.

Forgot to answer your question-- I have other illustrated works, but that (LNA) was the first time I wrote, drew and co-published something. Thanks again for the comments. :)

 
At 10:16 AM, Blogger slim whale said...

oliver,

great! what's the title? where can i get them?

 
At 12:29 PM, Blogger oliver said...

Hey Slim. They're out of print na and I don't really want people to see them anymore, heheh... I'm a little embarrassed with some of my old works. But thanks for asking. :)

 

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