Comfortably Numb, Was the Proper 1st Step

Music calms the savage beast. This one could be boring, it is all about love. And Re-Birth. This one is for Tereza. Blessed.

Girl in yoga class this morning told me that when she lived in Switzerland, she would run out every morning on her farm, and bring a radio out to say good morning to her cows! They loved the music. I had no idea.

We get home, Tereza has been dragging of late in her yoga classes. The heat of Varna. 4+ months pregnant, still taking care of two small children. Husband always ripping her dress off! She was tired. Threw me on the couch, used me as a pillow! “Are you Ok Angel?”

“Can you do me a favor AC?” You know what I expected, I was ready! “May I listen to your really good headphones, with the good amplifiers, and can you find me a song I heard yesterday. It’s really old, from Pink Floyd, Comfortably Numb?”

Tereza and I are very in sync. In all things, throughout our days. More than I am with Christine, who has always encompassed much of her own Universe.

Tereza is emotional, at least comparative to Christine, who has fewer emotions than me! “Promise me you will not squirt breast milk on my beloved headphones, nor any of the amps!”

It is a PROCESS to get everything fired up, amps, DACs, tubes warming, finding Pink Floyd in super high resolution on the amazing French streaming channel, QoBuz. She settles in to me. Patient. Warm. Cute hair! Adjusts the ear-cups. Hair everywhere! I have just upgraded headphones, these are way more comfortable than the behemoths I had! I put the laptop on her lap, so she can queue the song. She is listening, CRANKED!, I can hear the song, as she lounges, weighing almost nothing on me. Scrunching in to me on some chords, like I was a giant bean bag chair! She does really beautiful “neck circles” in yoga. Very elegant, like a dancer. Her head swivels around to me. Those eyes! She is smiling, crying and just about anything else a pretty girl can do to melt a man’s heart. “Husband, I understand you in this song! Your music was so much better than ours.” She turns around, headphones off, straddling me. Crying on me! “What means the most in the song to you?” “I know WHY you love me. And my children! You love me, my son, my daughter, and our boy on the way, because of the line… When I was a Child, I caught a Fleeting Glimpse.”

I felt as close to her, as in love with her, as when I saw Christine’s hair in a black beret, looking like the sun. Had goosebumps. Mr. Heartless. Later, as the two girls showered together (they do this a lot, I always shave when they do, (and HATE when the glass door fogs up!), they were laughing. Christine had her hands around Tereza, both on her belly. In her taut Swedish/American voice, “Talk, kick, do something baby Commander Asshole!” It was cute. Only thing cuter might be if I could own a snow leopard here, but I can’t!

Christine is planning a family trip to Sankt Petersburg, which is a wee bit of a pain in the ass given our stupid, American credit cards! But, we have others, and have been “hedging” on bank failures, by opening accounts in STRANGE places, not on the jew SWIFT banking/clearance system. Asked Tereza if she had been to Russia, she said no, my Mom told me, they are the enemy when I was a little girl. The Czech people have every reason not to be best friends with the jews who controlled Russia in the 1960’s, but, now it is different jews, who wear strange hats.

Tereza fell asleep, after, ahemmm, some afternoon delights! Can’t let clean, happy blonds go to waste! Christine gave me the “shhh, come hither” finger! My immediate thought was, “oh no, she is going to tell me why Hana can’t be wife 3.” “AC, I really love Tereza. It was all very unorthodox and quite perverted, but she is a true blessing in our life. And, she loves you. She told me after you let her use your big, dumb headphones, that happiness to her, is making you happy. She feels as though we are all married. And, she ain’t just talking.” “What does she love about me?” “The other day she said, you are unique in never compromising being a man, but always understanding she is a woman, and she sees things differently.” “That’s good, but what about sex?” “She likes that too. PIG! I’m excited to take her to the Hermitage. My mom took me when I was a tiny little girl. She said, my eyes sparkled. We lived in Paris, but I liked St. Pete more! She knew I would become an art history major, and I did. I want to cultivate a bit more art appreciation in Tereza. Just as we did with our daughter. You give what you know to the boys, make them strong, I will elevate the girls. Savage whores under the covers, Angels the rest of the time! Nothing wrong with a little dynamic range.”

And then they both were napping. The headphones, the tube amps, all good and warm. Not sure if you have some great audio to crank this on. Or care to pay for QoBuz. But, when a 27 year old Czech beauty melts listening to it, understands it is a male song, and men are important in her life, and she feels real happiness in your arms? A Force to be appreciated, not denigrated. Well, shit. Maybe I was comfortably numb this time last year, but I made this pretty girl pregnant, adopted her and her children, and it all makes my real wife pretty damn happy. It has brought me back to life. No longer Numb. Fuck all the rest.