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by Sean Murphy
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Break Up
The seeds that bloomed in a Tempe nightclub parking lot had been sown months earlier in a cheap Austin motel room. There, the TV choices were dismal – Body Double or It’s Alive 2 – and the debate heated until, moving with the confidence of an only child, the singer snatched the remote, declaring, “I write the fucking songs, I pick the fucking movie!” He watched in silent victory, unaware that his words would echo back to him over the hot asphalt of a summer night. The official announcement cited creative differences but Brian DePalma was equally to blame.
Road Rage
The bass player stared into the blackness as Houston loomed and that fucking Dexy’s song played for the hundredth time. He wanted to lean over and rip the tape out of the deck, pitching it into the night air to clatter and unspool over miles of barren highway where it would serve a greater purpose, perhaps as part of a bird’s nest. Maybe he’d use it to throttle the singer, who had begun taking on European affectations (it made him feel sophisticated). The singer hit the rewind button and looked over. “Should be a smashing gig mate.” The bass player kept his gaze out the window. “Oui…dude.”
Sean Murphy is a writer/monologist whose work has appeared in front of hostile audiences and in various publications and websites including; the Onion, Nerve.com, the Tucson Weekly, and What the Hell Are You Eating? In 2008 he ran for President as a lunatic Republican. He got 269 votes.
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