Friday, May 05, 2006
I hear the Zagnuts
From the always excellent (very premium!!) site, New York Slavs, comes notice that the Zagnut Orkestar is coming to town.This band, I must be telling at you, is most of a surprise for me. It is a smack to the head after I've been turned around and around like a donkey-tail pinning fool. In the days of high school, the biology class is the universe center for scalliwags to be occupied with jests and acts of sophomoric type. So, here in the public of the interent, I must post an apology to one Mr. Nick B., a classmate who a collection of us academic hooligans teased with the maliciousness only possible at an all boys school. Mr. Nick B., a tall lad with hairs of curl and eyes of hazelish blue, never seemed to have the problems burdened on us in talking with the fairer sex. His goofy grin seemed enough to attract any come-hithers in sight. We handed out our revenge the academic way.
While exploring zygotes with our microscopes one day, one of our band noticed Nick, hovering on the outskirts of our wrath.
"Want to see the...zagnuts, Nick?"
"Uhmm, sure.....wow, they really do look like zagnuts!??"
"Nick, how about hearing them? Do you want to hear the zagnuts?"
One of the crew tilted his head to one side and deposited his rather large and wax encrusted ear over the eyepiece. He started humming some commercial ditty.
Nick scooted in next to him, waiting for his chance. As soon as there was space, he eagerly lowered his ear, tuning in for zagnuts.
He, of course, heard them. Only, Nick's humming alluded more to Klezmer and accordians. Holding a hand to our faces, we nodded our heads to his humming, guffawing only after he stood up, thanked us, and walked away.
Nick became an instant classic at school.
The man who heard the zagnuts.
Little did we know that he was hearing the future, while we were locked to the humdrum of the present.
As with the girls, Nick was way ahead of us. He saw and heard things we assumed to be ridiculously unreal. The Zagnut Orkestar? Nick B.'s been listening to them for quite a while. Hats off to you, sir, along with my childish apologies.
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