You Spin Me Round

A couple weeks later, Jonathan called one morning, early. “Did I wake you up?” he said.

“Oh, no,” I croaked, “I always get up ten hours before I have to do anything.” Fortunately, the phone was on a milk crate beside my bed and I lay down with the phone on my ear. Vague thoughts went through my mind like: maybe I should buy some furniture now while I had a little money in the bank.

“I thought you’d want to know,” Jonathan was saying, “that the issue hits the stands next week. You should be getting some copies in the mail soon. Maybe today or tomorrow.”

“Wow, so it’s really happening.” A feature article in Spin.

“Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. Merry Christmas.”

There was a pause where he didn’t make motions to hang up and I didn’t know quite what to say next. “So, what did you say about us?”

“You’ll have to read it. I think you’ll like it. At least, I hope so.”

“Me, too,” I said automatically. “Hey, what happened to journalistic objectivity?”

“You don’t have to trash somebody to be ‘objective.’ And who the fuck cares? People want to read an entertaining article. I want to write a good story. If I also happen to like the band a lot–bonus.” He was more vehement than I expected, maybe more than he meant to be.

“Well,” I said, “I’ll read it.”

There was another one of those pauses. Then he said, “I’ll be in Boston next week. What are you up to?”

“Fucking off, mostly. BNC is hinting strongly they want to hear demos of the next album so they can extend our deal. I’m still pushing for another tour. We’ve got people doing ground work while we rehearse new material.”

“So you’re free.”

“Yeah, I guess. Do you want to hear some of the new stuff?”

“That would be great.”

“Give me a call when you get here and I’ll give you directions to the rehearsal space.” I didn’t tell him we still rehearsed in our basement. I figured he’d get a kick out of seeing it, though.

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Comments 7

  1. Jude wrote:

    … and now I’m wondering if he’s flirting at you…


    Posted 28 Jun 2010 at 11:34 am
  2. BriAnne wrote:

    And I’m wondering when you’ll clue in that he has been all along…


    Posted 28 Jun 2010 at 12:40 pm
  3. daron wrote:

    Oh, c’mon. He’s just being nice.


    Posted 28 Jun 2010 at 1:10 pm
  4. BriAnne wrote:

    Mm hmm. We’ll see if he doesn’t try to get into your pants when he comes to visit.


    Bill Heath Reply:

    Jonathan has enough money to get his own pants. Why would he need to get into Daron’s?


    daron Reply:



    Posted 28 Jun 2010 at 6:16 pm
  5. daron wrote:

    Just because *some* of the people around me who shall remain nameless are sex-crazed weasels doesn’t mean everyone is. (Does it? And would that make my life easier or harder. Hm.)


    Posted 28 Jun 2010 at 11:33 pm
  6. J. M. Strother wrote:

    Part 83! Wow, I’d say I have a lot of catching up to do. But from what I see here, your dialog flows quite well.


    ctan Reply:

    Thanks, Jon! The parts are mostly short like this one so they go by fast. :-) Thanks for dropping by!


    Posted 29 Jun 2010 at 9:41 pm
  7. Joanie wrote:

    I really like that even though is my first time reading I’m able to understand what’s going on and to appreciate what he’s going through. I loved the detail about the milk carton nightstand and the fact that they’re still rehearsing in someone’s basement! :)


    ctan Reply:

    Thanks! I’m so glad you like it!


    Posted 30 Jun 2010 at 11:59 am

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