Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Denise is the host.
Warning! ceayr, yo! This is one of those Six Sentence Café & Bistro stories. Best let yerself out, less’n you get caught up in this thing. No, seriously, this one is way tangled in terms of narrative. Not only does it reference an on-going narrative here at Denise’s ‘hop, but it’s part of a quasi independent series of stories called, ‘Tales from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro’. (As an appetizer may we suggest Chapter 2?)
This week’s prompt word:
KEY
“Hello, anyone here?”
The Sophomore, pushed open the door with the word, MANAGER, spelled out in metal-foil letters, each slightly reflective on the front, sticky on the back; they were a staple in most ACE Hardware stores.
‘Or at Benny’s before they were run out of business by Walmart…’ the young man shook his head, a wave of wanna-be blond hair crossing over his face to brush against the opposite ear; physically it was like trying to set a full wash basin on the counter without a ricochet splash, emotionally it twisted a wistful smile into a defiant grin.
‘Well, in for a penny, in for a…’ the first thing he noticed was an ashtray on the desk opposite the doorway, as in-your-face as a car key in an ice cube; the desk was wood, the ashtray full and somewhere the sound of running water.
“Sorry to barge in…” the confidence he felt making the decision to talk to the Proprietor that his mentor Nick referred to as, ‘the tall, thin man’, completely disappeared as he looked to the right of the desk, past an arrangement of furniture in front of a fireplace to where the industrial brick and hewn timber wall crystalized into columns of audio equipment, the name on each high-end component shrieked of college dormitories and time lost.
Surprising himself, the young man pushed the play button of the cassette deck, just as a man wearing a bathrobe stepped into view; Jimi began to sing, the tall, thin man smiled and said, “That’s just about perfect, make yourself at… well, make yourself as comfortable as possible.”
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About clarkscottroger
FRIST!
Indeed, FRIST are youeth
Damn & Dude & the holiest of shit!!
Picture this : I’ ve been warming up my 25 years old column of hifi, amp and speakers for transporting me once again to that place, I’m sure you are well acquainted with…when your post arrived!
Man…talking about atmospherics and what not…from the photo of the Carver decks, to make yourself comfortable…it oozes memories, high fidelity love, excitement beyond description when your set up works better than you imagined and you discover, previously obscured, parts of your favorite music!
And of course…Jimi…what god created when he wasn’t paying attention to the specs and just let it rip.!
Thank you Clark!!
And may l leave you with what plays as I write this comment:
9 minutes from Swedes that completely obliterate any genre convention,
Rasayana by Siena Root.
Thanks, Nick
I’m not only a Proprietor at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro but I’m also an avid fan. I wouldn’t be the first to suggest that the mechanism of time travel is heavily dependent on emotional memory (repressed/false/implanted doesn’t matter)… lol
cool thing about Hendrix (that you’ve probably figured out already)? a clark
also serves as an illustration of secondary aspect, in his case, a strong secondary scottian aspect
Nice description of audio equipment that “shrieked of college dormitories and time lost”.
yeah agree, too bad I was too (a student) to afford it back in the day
“As comfortable as possible,” is a great way to put it.
thanks, M
Yes, indeed! Totally transported without resort to notebook or even the TTT. What a way to start a morning… Pass me the patchouli oil and on with the Experience!
lol and the blacklight and the batik wall hangings!
” a wave of wanna-be blond hair crossing over his face to brush against the opposite ear; physically it was like trying to set a full wash basin on the counter without a ricochet splash, emotionally it twisted a wistful smile into a defiant grin.”
What a great image!
ty L