A Simple, But Attractive, Plant Stand

I love this Sobremesa entry.

This relationship between plants and "energy" is something I think about every now and then. I have a plant in my living room. It's a regular plant. You see them everywhere. I don't know what it's called. It's the same kind of plant my grandmother used to have growing all wildly around her kitchen, the "vines" [not sure if that's the right word] wrapping themselves along the cabinets and falling down the side of the refrigerator. When I was younger, I thought it was just a Puerto Rican grandma thing, but I later came to find that everyone's grandma had one.

I purchased mine from the plant and flower shop on the corner of First and Jersey. I chose it from a group of several similar plants, none of which could match my plant's spark and verve. My plant just seemed more ambitious than the others. It stood a bit taller, as though it had straightened its stance, raised its shoulders, asserted itself: "Check me out. I'm the one for you."

On second thought, no, it was nothing that proud. My plant is ambitious, but not cocky. It was more like, "I'll be a good plant. I promise." Wait. No, it wasn't that beseeching. My plant is its own plant, it's never clingy or needy. Let us just say there was some inexplicable chemistry between us. A mutual attraction.

At the time, it was only a little plant, with just a few short vines. Without much help from me, it has grown wild and strong, just as a plant should be, restricted only by the size and shape of its plastic pot. It sits about three feet from the floor on a simple, but attractive, plant stand I purchased from a stoop sale at a marvelous brownstone near the corner of Jersey and Wayne. There was a mutual attraction there, too, but that's beside the point. My plant's vines now trail along the floorboards, and wrap themselves around my speaker cables.

All without much help from me. If I remember, I water it maybe once every week and a half. It gets a decent amount of light, I suppose, but I've decided it's living, basically, on music. It sits, you see, in the corner of my living room, almost directly behind a loudspeaker. (Currently, a Totem Arro.) I'm not sure what its placement there does for my soundstage, but I'm convinced that it does wonders for the plant. Lately, I've been listening to a lot of the new Fucking Champs album, which the plant finds to be a little relentless. How much victory metal can one plant take? It seems to prefer indie-pop, which is understandable.

After all, the plant is getting older now and all, you know. Maybe, as a gift, instead of fertilizer or a digital subscription to Stereophile, I'll buy my plant the new Arcade Fire album. Just because.

john devore's picture

It looks like the speaker has a bright green, hair-metal shag.


Stephen Mejias's picture

>It looks like the speaker has a bright green, hair-metal shag.Don't get any ideas, John. I'm not so sure this look would take off. The Nines, in bright green, hair-metal shag finish? Not so much.

Christian's picture

You're plant should like the new Arcade Fire, although it is a bit dark and a definite departure from victory rock. I listened to it cover to cover last night. In the dark, a glass of Glenlivet, and even the cat came to join me part way through. Great album, I still think that Intervention is my favourite, but No Cars Go, and The Well and the Lighthouse rank up there as well. At first I thought that No Cars Go would have been the perfect ending for the album until My Body is a Cage was finished. Man, what a closer.

Jay Valancy's picture

As an interesting aside, I note a very old Peter Paul and Mary vinyl album on your floor, yet no turntable.You never cease to amaze.

Stephen Mejias's picture

>As an interesting aside, I note a very old Peter Paul and Mary vinyl album on your floor, yet no turntable. You never cease to amaze.Up until a couple of years ago, my vinyl collection was actually larger than my CD collection. Just before I graduated in '99, I inherited a great number of really awesome LPs from Fairleigh Dickinson Univeristy's defunct music department. Mostly classical stuff, an entire collection of very cool New World Records Americana albums, and some incredibly interesting early electronic music albums; Iannis Xenakis, Vladimir Ussachevsy, Morton Subotnick, John Cage...For years, I just carried this stuff with me from one apartment to the next, basement to basement, without ever listening to it. Sadly, one terrible basement flood wrecked a lot of the albums (or at least made resurrecting them more work than I wanted). I saved what I could...

Buddha's picture

What you need is one of those VW Bus things that "drive" around your record and play it.

Blow up your TV.

Stephen Mejias's picture

>Blow up your TV.I've considered it. But, then, how would Kelli and I watch movies on those nights when we just want to stay home? (And, for some reason, I feel like planting a garden and eating some peaches right now.)