My son has held a huge fascination for the ice cream truck,
for as long as I can remember. Seven years? Ten? Longer? “Do Your Ears Hang
Low?” “The Entertainer,” “Little Brown Jug,” “Turkey in the Straw,” get hummed,
sung, pulled up over and over on YouTube, and played on the piano. Right hand
plays the tune perfectly; left hand bangs the bass clef keys sometimes making a
harmonious combination, mostly not. Right foot planted on the right pedal, the
sustain pedal, also known as the damper, or the loud pedal. The sustain pedal
lets all the notes on the piano resonate after you lift your fingers from the
keys, forcing the notes to echo and overlap.
Much of our summer
days are spent in anticipation of the ice cream truck, When might it show up?
What will my son choose? Do I want one, too? Which one? If I hear the truck
before he does, I throw on shoes and run wildly into the street to find it,
wave it down, and beg the driver to come to our house. If he hears it before
me, it’s too late: there isn’t enough time for him to come find me, tell me,
and have me track it down before it takes a different, torturous alternative
route. As whichever song plays in the distance, he asks me the impossible: Will
it come back to our house? When? Where is it now?
I would love to have
the answers to these, and other of life’s big questions. I don’t. I can only
guess. What I have come to understand is that guessing doesn’t help ease the
anxiety around the questions - it may for a second, until the guess proves
inaccurate. It appeases only temporarily, and then the unease of uncertainty,
bobs right back up to the surface.
Trying to answer the
unanswerable, is to keep your foot on the sustain pedal, it forces the notes of
anxiety to echo and overlap.
1 comment:
Well, fuck. Brilliant and perfectly timely. Love you.
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