to be the melody

A tall, thin, nondescript and aging young man, Wright proved to be more than he seemed. He came from a generation beyond the gaggle of youths, rapidly evolving into the weight and responsibility of a thirty year old while clinging desperately to a different, younger path. By day, we imagined, he worked in a call center or checked figures or made insignificant sale or repairs. His khaki pants and knit shirt spoke of a dull, conservative daytime. He sang rock, hard rock, light rock, monster ballads, Pink Floyd and Rush. A bit of his radical nature showed in the styles he pursued in these songs. But, it was soon revealed, he sang for us to practice his art, for on the weekend, he played with a band, a garage and small bar cover band that only allowed him to sing back-up. Wright didn’t want to harmonize. He craved to be the melody.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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