rise6 August 2011 at 10:19amPosts: 956 (0 today)Status: offline
Don't know, if this has already been a thread once.
The basic is to create a fantasy story around PG. In a not too silly way and it should be continued by the next writer.
Who is that musician? (title)
When I first saw Peter Gabriel, he sat all alone in the pedestrian area in Bath. He had a transverse flute and I hardly saw his face, while his long hair covered his face.
I walked on the traps of Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility in that summer journey and was more looking for Mr. Willoby than anything else. I was around 17 in that time and I had non clue, that this musician was the famous Peter Gabriel from Genesis. Later I discovered he had taken a break, when he had left the group to find himself again.
rise8 August 2011 at 1:11pmPosts: 956 (0 today)Status: offline
OK, this thread is not running, so I will close it again!
" I saw him sitting there, making music, the next two days, always at the same time and for nearly 3 hours. Second day I sat down in a cafe terrasse nearby and listened to him. I loved this flute melody and sometimes he sang with his characteristic hoarse voice,but I did not recognize him, though I had heard this voice so many times in my good-night-lullaby "Dancing with the moonlit knight".
The third day I went nearby again and recognized his face was fully masked in pantomime-style,but I did not recognize the person.
There was a changing crowd around him. When one older man started to shout at him he should better go to the haircutter and do some orderly work than hanging around here all time,I got angry and told him, he should be quiet, other people would like it very much. The man threw some pennies in his direction and remained there with a grimmy face.
After a while, Peter stood up, collected the pence and took a ten-pound-note out of his pocket."Calm down, man!",he said by taking the man's hand and putting the money in it." Look forward, that you still get him up!"
Then he walked to a big american car, that stood 3 metres beside, looked at me and said:"Danke schoon, Schatzschelschen!" Looked a bit longer and got into his car and along with it.
I felt myself flash up to the roots of my hair and was a bit angry. "Schaetzchen" nobody should call me!
But afterwards I had to think:
What did he mean??