draft new flash fiction from Mike Hammer

 hey all

i will not be at the next meeting, i will be working

so, i have posted a flash fiction piece that i just wrote

it is a HOW TO piece, directions, theme

any comments are welcome

Seduction

 

When playing air trumpet you wanna put on the tunes of an obscure, tragic, young trumpeter, someone destroyed by love or drugs or the world, unfairly – Clifford Brown is a good choice. Brown was a fantastic trumpeter in the 1950s, he played concerts and in bands and on albums with greats like Max Roach, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Dinah Washington, Horace Silver, Art Blakey and Sarah Vaughan. Brown was only 25 when he died in a fiery car crash. A brilliant life cut short.

Make sure to coax a sexy, coquettish, beauty into your place, with a shy smile and the promise of the most dazzling and crushing sounds in existence. You should pull out some Clifford Brown recordings on vinyl, they must be kept in pristine condition. Your record player should be a fantastic sound machine wired and adjusted and modified and amplified to create a whirlwind of sound, a tornado of terrific tunes that can modify the mind of listeners by enveloping them and capturing them and moving her, unbeknownst to herself.

Vinyl is always the sexiest thing in a romantic setting. It takes graceful hand movement to pull a record out of the cover, then you put the hole in the middle of the record on the set the record in place and watch it spin. You have to be careful around a record player, move softly, don’t get all herky jerky – let the smooth jazz sounds float out of the record box and take over the room.

Brown only put out four or five records as the band leader before he died. The best of the things he played on were as co-leader with drummer Max Roach. Choose one of those albums, to play loudly as you mime your award winning trumpet skills into the air to impress some young thing. Or chose an epic, sad album, like The Beginning and The End, released posthumously on Columbia.

When you begin to play air trumpet start with a jovial tune, something that swings a bit. Clifford Brown was active in the begging of Hard Bop jazz, which is intense and fun and boisterous and swings in unsuspecting ways, so you can find one of these tunes easily. Begin with just your body, swaying, your eyes closed, then add in a simple head bob, Keep the head movement limited while raising and lowering your eyebrows, Your face should wear a mask of self gratification and pleasure and wisdom. The room around you and your bemused female companion will be one of triumph and powerful movement, as you play songs from a great obscure musician who should be know, who would have been one of the most well known jazz musicians ever if not for his tragedy. Let the snappy number guide your hips, wiggle with contagious enjoyment and put an indescribably HUGE smile on your face as Brown’s trumpet comes into focus.

Start working your lips, be very, very, very subtle with the tongue, almost don’t use it, but make sure you do. Your hands should start shaking at you sides first, convulsing a bit, like Joe Cocker, a rock musician, popular in the decades after Brown crisped up – Cocker was less talented, but he excelled at playing his entire body, almost painfully.

 Then make sure a slower tune comes on, so you can wear a pained expression as you work your fingers in the air in front of your mouth. It is best to make sure “Stardust” comes on, it was an original painfully heartbreaking tune he composed for his album Clifford Brown with Strings. It has the extra depth and sorrow and seduction of violins and violas and violincellos. Sway along with it, show how soft and determined you are, how a fierce, destructive power rumbles inside you and you have to keep a lid on it.

Playfully sway around the young beauty, let the intensity in your eyes ratchet up as you stare deep into her. As the music envelopes the two of you, and it becomes hot, move your body against hers, let her feel your blood racing and your excitement growing. Next should be a faster tune, like “Powell’s Prances” appropriate for jumping and gyrating and taking off a layer or two of clothing while you jump around and play your air trumpet fast and furiously, and let loose all the joy that is teeming inside you. If you play it right your beauty will be entranced by the music and she will begin to remove layers of her own clothing.

The seduction is as old and as simple as the rock, and just as strong and powerful and timeless. The air trumpet is just a charming entryway to the gorgeous melodies of the fantastic musician who was taken too soon and left delicate, fun, sad, sweet, evil, tremendous pieces of himself behind that should be celebrated. Your beauty knows how to celebrate with you, and your air trumpet skills must guide her to touch you, and maybe drop to her knees.