A monologue from the play by Nick ZagoneCAT: Hear that song? I love this song. It’s one of those songs you always hear, but you never know who plays it. I’ll probably never know.
I don’t want to know now. It would probably ruin the feeling. Whenever I hear this song I always feel there should be credits rolling you know? Like it’s the end of something. The end of a movie.
It just brings up so much… that guitar. It’s concluding something. It’s talking. The credits are rolling over the lead actor’s dead body facedown in a gutter.
The camera pans back. The rain is pouring down. And all that guitar can say is “Oh well.” “That’s Life.
” “Whatever.” Every time I hear this song from now on I will remember this day and what happened and what I did. And I will remember this moment in time, right now, this exact place, the smell, everything… and the scene will freeze and the credits will roll. I never want to know who plays this song.
It would ruin everything.
