Fidi Lyrics & Live-Action STOMP

pushing my hand-truck through the financial district during standard hours i can only hear about 1/3 of a stranger's sentence before i'm outside the earshot and on my way into another person's conversation.

it's a little like walking through a real-life version of twitter, except more ridiculous and with less @'s and #'s. or as if the district has it's own caffeinated cut n' paste musical score-- all the car alarms chirp like city crickets and the bits of business-chat feel like a corporate ipod set to voyeuristic-shuffle.

...just drinking, and drinking, and drinking.

...and this was on valentine's day-- of all times!

what do you know about racketeering?

me personally, i am going to have a damn beer.

...korean burritos, but they're all just mexicans.

i think the fact most hurried suits are on their phones makes everything better-- it destroys the context of their speeches-- which just doubles the fun.

and headed out to a delivery i am practically invisible-- dress-clothing and packages are as much camouflage in the financial district as fanny packs and cameras are on fisherman's wharf. or poop and condoms in the tenderloin. conversations circle me and care little about what i can hear or where i'm headed.


but headed back, no longer pushing 75lb-packages on a medium-sized metal display of wheels and leverage, i am suddenly very apparent to the world of business. without weight on the hand-truck, every small crevice, imperfection of sidewalk squares, and the cursed cobblestone of the embarcadero center are quite capable of-- and willing to-- make a bit more racket.

and the financial district sings a different song to go with my clangs n' bangs.

...didn't catch it because some jackass just...

give me a second, kid might as well be skateboarding.

...think he could get a different dolly-- it's just inconsiderate.

and he's smiling while he does it!

i do my best to pick the smoothest of sidewalks, but in a city there just isn't a lot of it. i don't mean to offend anyone with the sound of my awful hand-truck. i don't like it much either. but what's left to do? just push the damn thing, get where you need to go, and have fun on the way.

and of course i was smiling: nothing can ruin my day when i'm listening to a new song.