Oh, THE HISTORY OF SOUND...!

Apparently, neither @PaulMescal nor @JoshO'Connor have an online presence, but all the same, I kind of stand them. They could be my favorite straight men. They have starred in some of my all time fav gay movies; Paul did @allofusstrangers and Josh did @god'sowncountry. I love those movies.

And I think I'm going to love this one, too. I read the short story, that goes something like this:

I sang for David then.

I’ve always felt as if what came from my throat and lips was not mine, like I was stealing rather than making something. This body was mine—the constriction of my diaphragm, the pressure in my throat, the lips and the softening of my tongue that shaped the sound—but what left me, ringing through the crown of my head so my skull felt more bell than corporeal, flooding my ears’ tympani, vibrating through my nose, wasn’t my own. More like the sound of wind in the trees or over a glass bottle. Or, better, an echo of my own voice, coming out of my mouth. A repetition. I can’t sing like that anymore—and I miss it. Now I have this weak warble, this drone that nobody tells me isn’t any good.

As I ended the song, the color yellow faded to the taste of wet wood.

“Where in hell did you learn that?” he asked.

I shrugged.

“I wouldn’t be puttering around school if I had a voice like that,” he said.

When he stood to get another beer, I saw he was inches taller than anybody in the room.

We stayed together until dawn. Me singing to his piano. I might have been able to hum a D at both octaves, but I’d never met anyone with a memory like his. Tilting his head, plugging one ear with a finger, humming a note or two, he’d tease the song out, only fumbling a line when he was absolutely drunk.

@TheHistoryofSound by  @benshattuck

So, yes. This is one to look forward to. 

XOXO