The Dave Matthews Band experimental muse.
We were having a post-Super Bowl celebration party, somewhere around a cacophonous Boise Train Station when suddenly, a young woman entered the room, who was one of Dave Mathews backup singers. She began, making an announcement by singing “Dave Mathews will be very happy that the train did not stop properly at the new station, so he could join your party.”
At first, I thought that she was putting us all on, that she would sing such a bland announcement, especially since it was a facetious proclamation. She was like a personal singing telegram. The problem soon became more evident. This young woman could not talk, but only sing – in a beautiful melodious voice that easily carried you and your heart with it. She even sang about how she had become this way. I felt like she wanted to be this way, sing about the most infinitesimal of daily events, in order to bring more light to everyone’s path she intersected. That was probably okay being in the band atmosphere and everything, but what about daily life away from the band –if she ever left them?
Soon a makeshift doctor’s examination room came into play, which the young muse entered with a physician. She kept repeating in medium-loud song,
“The dogs 2 parallel are…
The dogs 2 parallel are…
The dogs 2 parallel are…”
Most of us seemed slightly concerned, but thought, like in any subway situation, where people are inhibitors, that the situation would soon just go away. However, there was one very young girl there, with intuition that something was strangely amiss. This girl tried to peek into the examination room. However, it was no avail and the young singer continued with her strong windpipes to repeat the strange turbo-like chorus:
“The dogs 2 parallel are…
The dogs 2 parallel are...”
Finally, Dave Mathews himself, who had been dropped off at a further train station, came in the open waiting room, and sat down to listen to his experimental muse. (Evidently, trains were new in coming back to
