BLack Star
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Black Star
“I get home from work, and you're still standing in your dressing gown.
Well what am I to do…” I remember these words. It was a concert of RADIOHEAD.
I had dreamed about this concert with passion. Tom York* on the stage seemed
like a fallen angel. I saw how tears were dropping while he was singing that
song “Black Star”. It was spring but I remember everything so clear if it
was yesterday. I worked as a journalist and
practiced to write about popular good-quality groups. So that concert was
not just entertainment but job as well. You know, many religious people try to
describe what paradise is. They tell about green fields and immortality. For me
paradise is a good rock concert.
“…I know all the things around your head, and what they do to you.
What are we coming to? What are we gonna do…” I had a good ticket right
near the stage. I want to be honest. I went to the concert with one more purpose
– to meet someone. But then I didn’t know exactly whom I was going to meet.
I am a romantic person and always dream a lot. I dream about everything .
But mostly I dream about one person whom I hadn’t known before the concert. I
had imaged her million times. Her beautiful long hair, gracefulness, her eyes…
mmmmm… her eyes. The deepest eyes in the world. They are even deeper than
Saltlake. Her voice is music. Velvety music.
“…the troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is
eating you. I try to stay awake but its 58hrs since that I last slept with
you…” She
had strange name. Kaya. African name. I found her eyes after the first
chord. When she looked at me, music disappeared. I was standing on the boat and
her eyes waved me in the middle of the ocean – ocean of love and passion.
After the show we went out and walked till the darkness presented the sun
freedom. I talked too much. Now I think I’ve said many extra words. She liked
to feed sparrows, but it wasn’t kindness. She just liked. Kaya tried not to
talk a lot. She explained that sometimes silence is wiser than words. And I’ve
never felt boring. I don’t know why. Very often girls bored me after two weeks
I have known them. But Kaya…
“…I get on the train and, I just stand about now that I don't think of
you.
I keep
falling over, I keep passing out when I see a face like you. What am I coming
to? I'm gonna melt down.” I like
the fall very much. It’s my favorite season. All the planet is painted by
three colors: yellow, green, red. But this Fall is gray. Do you remember great
movie “Forrest Gump”? Little Forrest asked his mother what the word vacation
meant. And mother told that vacation is when you go somewhere and never come
back. I
know, sometimes people need vacations.
But how difficult to return home. Return home and see old things, business,
faces. She needed “vacation from her life”. Unfortunately it is rather
difficult to be with person who is different from the million army of gray
people. She was different. She created. Created
love, maybe. Yes, it’s difficult but so interesting, unpredictable and
interesting. Maybe both of us were crazy? So madness is a great thing then.
“Blame
it on the black star! blame it on the falling sky! Blame it on the satellite
that beams me home.” And now when I walk down Nevsky Prospect and rise my
head, I can see her… my Black Star.
P.S. please, don’t go for vacations from your close
people.
·
Tom York
– the leader of popular rock group RADIOHEAD.