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Musical Saw Jack in Dutch version of Wickipedia:
http://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zingende_zaag
Seth and Jack (who both play musical saw), as well as Katherine (who plays oud) and Jonathan (who plays saz) are all contacted by Ken (the hairdresser) to help collect necessary funds for Tom (a drummer) for his trip to the desert. Together, they will play at various events, such as a fashion show they are invited to attend by Kathy,the two Jons, and Bert. Kathy an opera costume designer, three Jons - stage designers, and Bert who is well known for his improvisations on a jaw-harp are engrossed in preparing a fashion show. This additional job takes up their whole attention, as they want to make something special. They hope that Tom (drums), Seth with Jack (musical saws), Katherine (oud) and Jonathan (saz) will together create an extravaganza event by playing on their unusual instruments and they hope it will deserve attention and comment because of their wonderful, strange, or shocking input to the show. At the fashion show, they improvized to each fashion model, mimicking their moves and tempo. The models eagerly marched to the music, which in turn inspired the musicians to play even louder, thus music took over.
crickets
chirp
outside the window where the
tiny fan
blows
like a
hurricane,
where the
air
rushes
in just to be stopped dead in its tracks
with the rest of the
silence.
A
television
plays
on the edge of
hearing
in the apartment below mine.
I can hear
every
word,
every
laugh
and
shout.
I can track the channel surfing with my ears.
News.
Music video.
Cartoon.
Sitcom.
War picture.
Televangelist.
Documentary on whales.
Repeat.
Outside the window people
walking
like a heard of animals,
all
footfalls
and
gibbering
and
bestial cries.
The wind bullying the
leaves
of the
trees,
who fight back in vain.
A
siren
passes,
wailing
like a
banshee
waiting for a death,
or maybe heading to one that has already happened.
In the kitchen the
clock
ticks
with the insistence of a
pebble dropped
into a cavern.
And in my head the
blood pumps
through my ears,
adding its own
rhythmic beat
to the
cacophony
of the
silence.