On a hill not too far from here, there is an outcrop of rocks with tonal qualities.
If you bang on 'em just so they make cool sounds. When it's hot they sound kind of glassy. And when it rains, they have a muted vibes-like sound. At night, rattlers sometimes sit there and warm themselves. Local Indian lore supposes that nefarious "little people" live in the hill.
I like to go there and jam. Playing rocks doesn't appeal to most people.
One day, I moved some rocks around so I had a set arrayed according to something resembling a 9-note chromatic scale. I thought it was pretty neat and I felt proud of my little riffs. Some hikers appeared out of the bush and sort of startled me. They were a gringo couple from the city; sunburnt, annoyingly young and good-looking.
We nodded at each other. I didn't say anything. The guy offered me a hit off his potpipe. I declined. They sat down, more or less intruding on my rock banging trip. I went about my business. I must have looked pretty serious. Either that or I must have looked like a complete fruitcake.
"That's so cool ... ... ...." - the guy quietly says to his girlfriend. I didn't catch the rest of his comment.
"Yeah, well ... Just as long as you don't play like him ..." - bitch was dissing my rock banging!
People, when you're out in the woods and you cross paths with a stranger grooving on some rocks, be careful. You don't know if that guy is an axe murderer or what, so don't talk shit within earshot or within stonethrowing range. Respect.
(oh btw - I let them live)
If you bang on 'em just so they make cool sounds. When it's hot they sound kind of glassy. And when it rains, they have a muted vibes-like sound. At night, rattlers sometimes sit there and warm themselves. Local Indian lore supposes that nefarious "little people" live in the hill.
I like to go there and jam. Playing rocks doesn't appeal to most people.
One day, I moved some rocks around so I had a set arrayed according to something resembling a 9-note chromatic scale. I thought it was pretty neat and I felt proud of my little riffs. Some hikers appeared out of the bush and sort of startled me. They were a gringo couple from the city; sunburnt, annoyingly young and good-looking.
We nodded at each other. I didn't say anything. The guy offered me a hit off his potpipe. I declined. They sat down, more or less intruding on my rock banging trip. I went about my business. I must have looked pretty serious. Either that or I must have looked like a complete fruitcake.
"That's so cool ... ... ...." - the guy quietly says to his girlfriend. I didn't catch the rest of his comment.
"Yeah, well ... Just as long as you don't play like him ..." - bitch was dissing my rock banging!
People, when you're out in the woods and you cross paths with a stranger grooving on some rocks, be careful. You don't know if that guy is an axe murderer or what, so don't talk shit within earshot or within stonethrowing range. Respect.
(oh btw - I let them live)
People like that are everywere and they are alot. I hate them too. Making fun and insulting others with no reason!
You should borrow some of these rocks and keep them in your house. You never know when youre gona need them