Last Night, In Other Music
Photo: David Black
Last Night, in Other Music, I held out my copy of Best Coast’s Crazy For You, and I smiled at Karen and, because I needed to say something, I said, “I’ve been looking forward to this one.”
She lit up like a firefly, like a summer moon, like a pretty girl in love with a song, and she said:
“Oh yeah…yeah. It’s so…it’s so…high.”
She raised one hand up to her head.
“It’s like way up here. But then…”
She lowered her hand to her waist.
“It’s down here, too.”
What the hell was she talking about? I had no idea. I nodded. I might have smiled. I searched for something to say.
“It’s all like, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, but then it’s like, I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy.”
“I love that,” I said.
She nodded, and as I turned to take my records to the cash register, she said, “It’s like crying and smiling at the same time.”
“That’s the best kind of music,” I said, and she agreed.