playlist / story: falling asleep heavy blue and dripping, emptied out in front of the television to the recorded sound of car crashes, fires, screams and rain
what song/s do you remember your parents singing, & what songs have been important to you in the past week?
1) This might sound weird, but the music my parents enjoyed was wholly uninteresting to me. I didn’t pay attention to the records they played, nor can I remember any songs they sang (aside from the hymns my mother sang along to during Mass, or her singing along to the Barney “goodbye” song). My taste in music is pretty well untainted by theirs.
2) ooh!
“The Longest Winter” from the Hadestown holiday album
“Mindtrap” by Blank Banshee
“Way Down Hadestown” from Hadestown (all three released versions and a London recording)
oh thank goodness; I have something for this already
INT. DR. MORANE'S OFFICE'S WAITING ROOM - DAY
CLAUDIA is sitting in a mint-green plastic chair, clearly bored out of her mind. There is the sound of some adequately-mannish TV program in the background, but apart from that and from the occasional phone ringing, the noise is minimal. It’s worth noting that CLAUDIA is wearing a black jacket and a brown, strap-across-the-chest handbag. She could have chosen to hang them on the coat racks at the front, but she did not.
DR. MORANE (O.S.):
CLAUDIA?
CLAUDIA rolls her eyes. She grabs the strap of her bag, gets up, and walks off-screen to the right.
CUT TO:
INT. DR. MORANE'S OFFICE - DAY
CLAUDIA is seated in a large, brown, vinyl chair. DR. MORANE is seated in a large, brown, vinyl chair. The walls of the room are pretty much beige, but there is a tinge of that green from the waiting room walls. There are various brown room accessories around—brown wall clock, brown shelves, et cetera, et cetera.
DR. MORANE is holding a notepad and pen. He is looking at CLAUDIA.
DR. MORANE:
So.
CLAUDIA:
So.
DR. MORANE:
How are you?
CLAUDIA:
Hhmmmmmmnnnn… peachy.
DR. MORANE:
(wryly)
“Peachy”?
CLAUDIA:
“Peachy”. (beat) And yourself?
DR. MORANE:
I’m well, thank you. (beat) So, what have you been up to?
CLAUDIA:
Same ol’, same ol’.
DR. MORANE:
Still working at the flower shop?
CLAUDIA:
Heeeyep.
DR. MORANE:
(chuckling)
That’s certainly one way to use your botany degree.
CLAUDIA:
It sure is….
Beat.
DR. MORANE:
It’s good that you’re working, though. Remember when you first came in here all those years ago? Man, you were a basketcase! Who’d’ve thought you’d get this far?
CLAUDIA’S face goes through a range of expressions in a few seconds, from “I could’ve thought” to “let’s move past this”.
CLAUDIA:
Yep…. (V.O.) The clonazepam does wonders.
DR. MORANE:
And you still living with those queers?
CLAUDIA purses her lips.
CLAUDIA:
“Queer”. Singular. It’s just the one.
DR. MORANE:
Doesn’t the other one live with you, too? You know, the… (gestures vaguely) the performer?
CLAUDIA digs her nails into the armrests of her chair.
CLAUDIA:
Nope. BRIAN lives on her own.
There is a terse silence.
DR. MORANE:
So… can I put you down for more of the same?
CLAUDIA:
Yes. Please.
DR. MORANE:
Okay. (scribbles down script, hands it to CLAUDIA) That should last ya. Come see me again in a coupla months.
do you prefer many distant friends, or a few close friends?
The latter.
neon or pastel?
NEON. love love love neon with black
who do you look up to most?
Sincerely and genuinely, God and the Saints. Apart from them, my Grade 11 math teacher, Daft Punk, and any number of people in this post (including Blixa, of course!)
