Tubular Bells is played in real time by two young musicians.
Twenty plus instruments. A tangle of cables and pedals and wires.
The audience is mesmerised.
Wow! says Rosamunda, when she and Vello emerge from The Factory into The Garden where it is just going dark. That really blew me away. How good were they!
Indeed, says Vello, it was a re-education. I had many thoughts, watching and listening.
So did I, says Rosamunda. What were yours?
On time and fractals, says Vello. What were yours?
Parallel universes, says Rosamunda.
Do you subscribe to that theory? asks Vello.
It's only a model, says Rosamunda. Like all of those theories. Like the Big Bang. It's maths.
I read recently about a new mathematical model, says Vello. It does away with the Big Bang entirely.
I'm so glad, says Rosamunda. I never liked it.
Nor I, it has little elegance, says Vello. Oh look, a Ferris Wheel. Shall we go on it?
Yes, says Rosamunda. Let's go on it.
They go on the Ferris Wheel. On a Ferris Wheel you can look down and see the things under the Ferris Wheel.
That is the best thing about a Ferris Wheel.
The worst is, sometimes the Ferris Wheel stops for too long while you're still at the top.
It's been a good evening so far. But now they are stuck.
.........
Nice view, says Rosamunda, looking down at her knees. Has her dress become shorter?
A parallel universe, says Vello, looking at her knees also.
Change the subject.
Who was your friend? asks Rosamunda. The one with the album.
Denis, says Vello. Denis Diderot. He knew all the instruments, all the pedals.
The pedals? says Rosamunda, drumming her feet on the floor of the gondola. How did he KNOW them?
They have different names, says Vello. All the pedals.
What are they? asks Rosamunda, pulling at her hemline. It rips. Damn.
Errm... says Vello. Denis was the one who knew them. Let me think now. Dear old Denis.
Dictionary Denis? asks Rosamunda, feeling in her bag for a pin.
Yes, the Encyclopédie, says Vello. I bet all those pedals are in it.
You can't remember? says Rosamunda. I would have liked to know the names of the different pedals.
Vello tries to think himself back into Diderot's bedroom.
Vello and Denis, sitting on the old Turkish carpet drinking cheap chablis.
Denis, (the know-all), saying: loop pedal.... distortion pedal...... phaser pedal.....overdrive.....delay.
Vello wishes he had written them down.
Even then, Denis hadn't finished.
Super octave pedal..... Ibanez Tube Screamer.......
Doesn't matter. That universe is nowhere.
Vello looks sideways at the parallel knees of Rosamunda.
He wonders if she would by any chance agree to being adopted.
No Vello! Danger! Inappropriate!
Jerk!
Like the Wheel of Fortune, the Ferris Wheel starts moving.
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