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- Written by Garry
- Created: 04 May 2012
I don’t know how it came to this.
I’ve been with Samantha for a long time now. It’s been ten great years. Sometimes it seems like forty (even though I’m only twenty-mumble years old) and sometimes it seems like just two weeks, like we’re only just getting to know each other all over again. Every week we’re discovering new sounds, new ideas and new ways to complement each other. I never fail to be amazed by what happens when we’re together, and she’s always been there for me.
There was a time when the comforting and familiar straight lines of her silver casing would bring a smile to my face as I wandered back home after a hard day of doing … whatever it is I do, to say nothing of the joy of turning her on and watching her touch screen light up. Even when other keyboards came along like my old flame Mary, Sasha from the church or even Mary’s successor Marian, it’s always been us; Garry and Samantha. Just a simple guy and his disturbingly anthropomorphised electric piano.
It can happen so fast, can’t it? All it takes is one unexpected meeting; a flash of curvy red chrome across a low lit room, a manual interface that’s so fresh, new and dangerous. And weighted keys. It was just a night of laughs among friends; and then a couple of drinks later, before I even knew what was happening (impro comedy will do that…) I was on stage with my hands on another keyboard. It was all a swirl of lights, passion, retro interfaces and music (obviously). It was so exciting to be lost in another world, just for a night.
God, I didn’t even know her name.
And now I face the long, cold walk back to my flat in Malak. It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t have to know. It doesn’t matter that it was a one time thing. It doesn’t even matter that the long cold walk is in a car, and that the air-con is on because even at half past eleven at night it’s still pretty warm for May. And still raining. How can I be worried about inapplicable environmental metaphors at a time like this?
I know she’ll still be there. I’ll walk in late and the touch screen will light up room like always. But somehow the light will be a little dimmer. The response will be a little less smooth. The rotary speaker effect will be just that little less Waaahwawawawawawaawaawaaawaaaaaaaa-y.
Things will never be the same again.
Garry with 2 Rs