He Killed Our Father

by compound complex 123 Replies latest members meetups

  • Quentin
    Quentin

    Ah, a twist...so much for my assumtions...from the writer's mind, through the pen, to paper...

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Thanks, Quentin.

    Yes, more twists and turns than I can keep up with. It starts with ... well, I think I've already given you some clue how the old bean operates.

    I appreciate your input and hope somehow to flesh out this tale. I can't recall how it began, but it is reality-based.

    Scary.

    CoCo

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Dulled by days of an ennui that had only recently sauntered into his life, seemingly out of nowhere (how do you explain periods spent in the low plains of despair?), the young student set his violin on the chipped standard issue folding chair and ventured out into a juicy fog that encased the school of music and turned it into a disappearing act. Emerged from the Muse's womb and out the double oaken doors marking the entrance to the City's most venerable of historical buildings, the young musician gladly allowed the wet to penetrate his seersucker shirt, not caring the slightest that he'd be shivering and catching his death in a moment's time.

    What awaited him in the soundproof practice chamber would heat his body, his blood, his artist's soul with a flame that would be the conflagration of all creative and spiritual fires.

  • nancy drew
    nancy drew

    I've gotten a little lost on this story.

    the seersucker shirt though popped out and hit me in the head.

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Thanks for dropping by, Nancy Drew.

    There are some half dozen characters who have made their entrance on stage:

    1) The unnamed younger brother, a violinist (who begins by stating that his brother Vincent killed their father).

    2) Vincent.

    3) Mr. Wingate (father to the two boys).

    4) The first Mrs. Wingate (who dies when Vincent is very young).

    5) The second Mrs. Wingate, Jenny.

    6) Maggie (who is neighbor to the Wingates).

    The unnamed younger brother is what we call an unreliable narrator. He's brilliant but delusional, and the reader cannot trust the veracity behind his bi-polar meanderings, which identify him as a sociopath. He may have killed Mr. Wingate, whom he believes to be his father. Maggie is an unstable but beautiful, redheaded vamp. She seduces the young Vincent. Sometime later the Wingates adopt a redheaded boy. He never learns his true parentage, the older couple actually being his grandparents.

    You can't make this up. It's for real.

    Thanks for asking. I needed some clarity myself.

    CoCo

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZ5EX4VF9EI&feature=fvw

    That seductive charm of the violinist with the tawny mane ...

  • nancy drew
    nancy drew

    The blood red violin is quite a story.

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    I googled red violin chaconne, and lookee what I found!

    He looks like a boy of my childhood named Jimmy.

    Jimmy hated me; I hated him back with equal passion.

    Syl

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Thanks, Nancy Drew and Sylvia, for your thoughts.

    Yes, ND, it is quite a story. I relate to it in many ways. It is, in part, who I am.

    Syl, you do nothing halfway ... toujours avec passion!

    Love,

    CoCo

  • VoidEater
    VoidEater

    Oh, CoCo - brilliant! As always, as you know, as I might offer...

    Perhaps this is a good venue to share with you - after 25 years, I have reconnected with my bestest buddy from college (a stunning physicality, a gold-limned heart, with eyes I can always find myself in - but surely that's another story in itself). And we are collaborating again, writing partners again, and the lyrics are flowing just as they did in 1985.

    The current album has been set aside as the new material takes shape. I have not yet discerned the theme, but feel the web of words and music slip through our mind's fingers, as something is both born and recreated.

    And still...your art graces my home studio, dispelling the cobwebs, drawing me ever onward!

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