I have this memory from back in the day.
The setting: The school auditorium, a dark, dank, deceptively large cavarn of a building. Red pillers interspersed between white walls, with darker bluish spots where the water, from the torrential rains seeped in every year, modest speckled tiles, steps with ornate designs, painted in an earth rust hue, by some student or the other, kids with dreams of grandure, the next picasso what have you.
In this seemly arcane structure, bodies, insignificant in the gloomy darkness, scurried around, setting up a stage. A beacon of the tecnological era, in an otherwise musty edifice. All flashes and beeps.
Anyways, this was the scene which preceded a glorious event. A theatrical melee of song and dance, flashing lights and tepid "skits". Preserved in my memory, embellished as it can only be in retrospect.
The funny thing is that I can't tell you with certainty, the order of the performances or even what was performed. What however has stuck in my mind, with crystal clarity, is the man behind the sounds and lights. A big hulk of a man, standing tall at 6 foot something, 300 pounds, with a stoop which would put a camels hump to shame. More specificly I remember his Chant as he did the final preparations before the start of the grand show. " Check, check", " Mike testing, testing" . There was a prophetic quality to this hymn, a harbinger of good things to come. A flagbearer of sorts.
This having been said, I think its only right that I start my blog, certainly an undertaking of much smaller proportions, with:
Check, Check
Mike testing, testing
The setting: The school auditorium, a dark, dank, deceptively large cavarn of a building. Red pillers interspersed between white walls, with darker bluish spots where the water, from the torrential rains seeped in every year, modest speckled tiles, steps with ornate designs, painted in an earth rust hue, by some student or the other, kids with dreams of grandure, the next picasso what have you.
In this seemly arcane structure, bodies, insignificant in the gloomy darkness, scurried around, setting up a stage. A beacon of the tecnological era, in an otherwise musty edifice. All flashes and beeps.
Anyways, this was the scene which preceded a glorious event. A theatrical melee of song and dance, flashing lights and tepid "skits". Preserved in my memory, embellished as it can only be in retrospect.
The funny thing is that I can't tell you with certainty, the order of the performances or even what was performed. What however has stuck in my mind, with crystal clarity, is the man behind the sounds and lights. A big hulk of a man, standing tall at 6 foot something, 300 pounds, with a stoop which would put a camels hump to shame. More specificly I remember his Chant as he did the final preparations before the start of the grand show. " Check, check", " Mike testing, testing" . There was a prophetic quality to this hymn, a harbinger of good things to come. A flagbearer of sorts.
This having been said, I think its only right that I start my blog, certainly an undertaking of much smaller proportions, with:
Check, Check
Mike testing, testing
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