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Tieduprightnow - closed

@90smagicalboy​

The lights were dimmed, the bar was open, the sound check was complete, and... the club was empty. Of course. Could it be anything but empty, at 9:45 PM on a rainy Tuesday night? 

Two restaurants in this same block had been shuttered in as many weeks. Trash bags sat in the alley beside, yesterday’s pickup moved to tomorrow morning. Aside from the MUNI every twenty minutes, and the occasional car taking a Waze-directed shortcut... no one came through here anymore. Nor had they reason to, in this economy. 

As long as no one came, Totakeke wouldn’t charge the club a performance fee. If they weren’t making any money on drinks, it didn’t feel right to take money from them. Maybe a two-hour dress rehearsal with full sound, and a relatively early bedtime at 12:30 A.M. Maybe...

Oh.

The door opened.

The man seemed young, fashionable, lively - the very person who would go to a venue as this. He didn’t appear lost, or look like he just needed a restroom; he seemed to belong. And the je ne sais quoi about him... what was it? The blush on his cheeks? The twinkle in his eyes? He almost seemed as if he wasn’t there, more ethereal than tangible. Hmm.

But K.K. wasn’t here to sit, stare, wonder or ponder. He was here to perform. Without saying a single word of introduction, he picked up his guitar, laid his fingers on the fretboard, and began a performance of “Stale Cupcakes” for an audience of one.

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(To all the muses) Tell a joke

“You know why secret societies don’t celebrate Christmas? They don’t want to give away their presents.”

“I’ve seen lots of kangaroos on Mars. They’re mars-upials.”

“Do you know the difference between a professional guitarist and a sixteen-inch pizza? The pizza can feed a family of four.”

“How do you fix a broken pumpkin? With a pumpkin patch!”

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"Don't panic!" (K.K. Slider)

“Hmm?”

The songsmith had been so lost in his art that he hadn’t seen Panda approach, and after abruptly bringing his song to a halt, he stared at the bear with a puzzled, perplexed expression.

“Is there a reason to panic, daddio?”

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“So, what can I do for you? Or, more accurately, what can you do for me?”

“Oh, an equivalent exchange? You scratch my back, I scratch yours? Fine by me, daddio. Never did care much for Bells, anyway. Can’t carry them with no pockets.”

He shrugged, then went back to standing in place, arms waving at his sides.

“I need a shack, jack. A portable performance pavilion. It doesn’t need to be large... actually, it doesn’t need to be anything more than a simple stage. And in return... I’ll give you the gift of music. And two common butterflies.”

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@bloomingpaths​

“So, you’ve decided to open up a new club on Main Street? That’s groovy.”

K.K. was standing at the entrance to town, right by the train tracks. He’d been hoping to flag down the mayor simply by chillin’ in a conspicuous place, and that plan had worked perfectly.

“Of course, a club’s no good without musicians to perform there, is it? Now, I won’t press the issue, I won’t tell you what to do. I’m not the man, man. But if you were to hold auditions, I could dig that, woof. I’d be the first in line.”

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pomegranate: what fact amazes you every time you think of it? // red ginseng: do you think you'll still be the same person when you're old? // rose water: if you could see love, what would it look like? describe love in terms of aesthetic (butterflies, stars, rainbows, etc). [ for all if that's okay :0 ]

pomegranate: what fact amazes you every time you think of it?

“Have you heard of MKUltra? It was a super secret CIA project in the 1950s and 1960s, where they were looking into the effects of mind-altering drugs for both offensive and defensive purposes. And get this - the participants in their research study were never told they were being experimented on! Even CIA employees were being given near-lethal doses of psychoactive drugs without ever being told. They officially stopped it in the 1960s, and destroyed most of the evidence in 1973, but... some say it’s still happening, just under a different name...”

“Did you know that monarch butterflies travel up to 3,000 miles to stay warm in winter? If I’m cold, I just go get myself a warm caffe mocha, what what!”

red ginseng: do you think you’ll still be the same person when you’re old?

“I think so! I haven’t really thought about it... honestly, I don’t even know where I’ll be a month from now! 

I just know that, no matter what, I still want to be doing music. I could get arthritis in my hands and tinnitus in my ears, but it won’t stop me from writing down song lyrics.”

rose water: if you could see love, what would it look like? describe love in terms of aesthetic (butterflies, stars, rainbows, etc).

“Love... I’d imagine it’s like a warm cup of green tea. It soothes your nose as you breathe it in, soothes your body as you drink it, and soothes your soul as you finish it. 

Red is the color most associate with love, and while I’d hate to call them wrong, I see it as more of a relaxing green, or a comforting purple. It’s easy on the eyes. You search for it for your whole life, but you find out that you’ve always had it inside you - you just never learned how to see it properly.”