She
ran out to the centre of the floor, amidst the yells and shouts of the crowd,
and stood there shaking her body. Man what shakes! Everybody was yelling,
"Work, Baby! Work!" "Do it, Honey, do it!" What a racket! I
was blowing as loud as I could and hardly heard myself. The chick started to
peel, shaking like crazy. She peeled down to a bra and pantie, then threw
herself on the floor, lay on her back and started to grind, bump, grind, bump,
Al standing up, following her with rolls and cymbal, catching her every move.
She was spreading her legs wide, one arm over her eyes as though in pain. The
joint was one howling mass of screams and wild shouts. Women with eyes wild,
arms stretched high above their heads, snapping their fingers to the beat;
others with their arms about their guys. She started to wiggle towards the band
on her back. Then getting up, she shook her body a minute, then turned towards
us and shouted "Out." We went into a mad scramble of notes, cutting
the chorus, and held a long chord, with Al beating the hell out of a roll while
she bowed. We cut and went into a fanfare. The crowd was giving out with
ear-shattering screeches.
I'd sit with Ruthy and
the kid watching TV. This is the life, I
told myself: No pressure, No Boss, No music, Nothing, just work, work, work.
Make that buck. Get that bank account up. I'd start to think, Is this the way I'm going to be for the rest of my
years? Get fat? Bald? Lazy? No excitement like the old days; just an everyday
routine.
I
was in a new world of day time people. At first, these people and their
conversations were boring because they didn't speak my jive. But after a year
of forcing myself to listen, I learned all the problems that the average
husband has to contend with, among them: "The grocery bill's too high; the
pay's too low; the wife's getting another kid; the landlord wants to evict me,
but he ain't fooling me - I got rights; Did you watch the fights the other
night - my set broke down."
I'd just nod my head
and agree to everything....
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