I saw Wolf Parade the other night and they certainly surpassed my expectations. They played my favorites, “This Heart’s On Fire” and “I’ll Believe in Anything”, along with most of Apologies, which was particularly appreciated by myself since I’m not exactly in love with At Mount Zoomer.
My inspiration for writing, both short stories and micro-pieces, generally develops somewhere in the midst of sound, electricity and passion– things all very much connected in my mind. What I write about are usually the things I have difficulty grasping-god, faith, love, death- and the way in which I see these things exist in the super-saturated technicolor world that is my mind. Music is an essential part of most people’s lives and usually factors into my own creative visions and so, it is not shocking that the Wolf Parade show led to an idea of sorts.
This short short came from a combination of things.
After searching for weeks, I finally came across my heart ring given to me by my father, perhaps my favorite piece of jewelry for a number of ’symbolic’ reasons involving its own flawed and purposeful design. In many ways I found it ironic that I had ‘lost my heart’ while I was experiencing a brief bout of anxiety tied to writers block. In the mix of finding my ring and being exposed to a live version of “This Heart’s On Fire” complete with bright lights and a passionate performance, this came to mind:
Her heart was an echo
Calling, calling
Love me, love me
I love you.
It’s simple, yes, and concise, but I like it. It kind of reminds me of echo herself, a figure I’ve fallen in love with and have relied on as a main character in one of my previous stories. That’s all I’ve got for now. The Wire and banana nut muffins are calling my heart, so, faretheewell.
