Yesterday I had another bit hacked out of me -this time a skin carcinoma thanks to the good old Aussie sun. The bloke I saw was Phil, a Filipino guy but with a broad aussie accent- so probably not Filipino come to think of it. As I lie face down on the bench he pops the question – do you like Frank Zappa ? Hmm why is he asking this? How would he know I have even heard of the Hot Rats hitmaker ,apart from a guess at my age. And what if I get the question wrong? What of the syringe ? I responded yep, of course I do. Good, says Phil and presses play on the machine that I can’t see coz I’m lying face down.
“It’s…. No don’t tell me Phil I want to guess. It’s a largely guitar instrumental, remarkably delicate piece with some occasinally grungey runs. Nice.” I give up what is it” as the syringe full of local anaesthetic is plunged into my back. Watermelons in Easter Hay from Joe’s Garage responds Phil.
He tells me he is about to start cutting but I am more focussed on what is next. “I’ve got it ! Joni Mitchell Hejira, Coyoyte – correct he responds as I feel the skin tugging a bit. We didscuss that weird syndrome she had about the bugs crawling in your skin as Court and Spark comes on. I recommend the often overlooked For Ther Roses. Next it is Van’s Crazy Love, which I hate but I decided discretion is best coz we are on to stitches. He tells about a mate of his who knew Miss Ireland, then Van’s squeeze and they went out for drinks with “a Rolling Stone, don’t know which one”. Turns out Van sat there all night and didn’t say a thing. “Always been a sullen little fucker “I say forgetting the nurse is still in the room.
As some yacht rock thing comes on my surgery is completed and my appointment finishes. Thanks for the music Phil and oh yeah, that cancer thing too. See you in a year.
Had any musical treats in “the Chair”?