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In the Angles

Posted in Ronan on September 10, 2008 by jeereg

It hasn’t always been like this.  Ronan remembers the good ol’ days, before the record deal even.  The wandering.

There had been nothing to stop him from going everywhere, from busking on the streets of Florence or Prague, from playing bars in Bangkok and Dehli and Moscow.  The sound was still raw, an organic thing; Ronan found it in the angles made by beer bottles and oily smoke.

He’d play, making the guitar sing with two voices, three.  The rage around him would focus, then diffuse.  People sang along to songs they didn’t know.

He wonders now what went wrong.

The Guitarist

Posted in Ronan on May 24, 2008 by jeereg

Fires seem bigger on the beach. Ronan likes to imagine they’re burning the wreckage of a ship, that they are stranded somewhere far away.

The guy sitting across from him pulls out a guitar. He plays badly, but they find some Green Day tune to sing. “Could I try?” Ronan asks.

The second he touches the strings he gets swept, his hands moving on their own. He shuts his eyes and sings. He’s got a good voice.

When he stops, the others clap. Someone asks, “Wasn’t that by that dude? What was his name, Rourke?”

Ronan says he doesn’t know.