Neutral Milk Hotel - Oh Comely: youtube.com/watch?v=iipO9Tvk1EI
One I thought I'd lost, thought of, found me and wrote me and I happened to be going to her city, Halifax, some time soon, we made plans to meet. Jeanette was with me in the car on the drive, stayed awake long into the morning sharing histories, songs, keeping me kind and driving.
"Listen to this song. It was done in one take."
We played a show in Halifax the first night. She was there. We left after and caught up walking, stayed into the night talked though I exhausted and she fed me and gave me her company. We, the next day, brought Jeanette and others to a beach, saw waves against the shore following a hurricane far into the ocean, she walked off alone and I knew what would come. We would part, later, as we dropped off my friends and she drove away in her car. Jeanette walked me to the store, held me on the corner.
That night, another show, in the car right after at 2am to drive saw a wolf in the road run by through dark and through rain. Got to Quebec before short rest, back at the wheel. Coming into Montreal I said, "Everyone quiet. I love you but I need nobody to talk until we're all out of the car." Found place to park, ragged and lorn.
We short ventured to a pool nearby and refreshed our senses, showered, got a small meal, amazing what some water can do to your skin and your insides. Walking back to the vans found out they'd been broken into, "Take everything out of the vans and check what's missing." Only thing missing my laptop. Cost $1000, had writing and demos I'll never get back. Gone. I felt numb, surging something, sat in the van and collected myself alone for hours, Duff joined and we talked everything but break in, savior. I built my strength, went back to the venue where the rest were at table.
"I'm fine. How is everyone else?" They sat talking. Jeanette sat across. I could feel her staring at my face but wouldn't look because I knew. And she did, when I looked, she held my hand and said she loved me and I was done. I broke.
Later that night, following great show packed room found knick knacks like mixed tape with dirty sex songs, small collection of photos, kind Montreal faces, a room in the basement where we sat, Duff offered to drive back to Toronto. I laid in the back seat asleep, deepest sleep I'd ever found. There was no dreaming, just head on pillow, black.
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