eople crowded around the train, jumping at the nearest door that would open. topu hurried in carefully placed his two cellos in an open seat in front of him. the train was crowded, each seat filled. disgruntled after disgruntled passenger would walk on by with dirtiness in their gaze towards a seat with two cellos. topu sat nervously with his eyes closed trying to deflect the blame onto another passenger. “nobody knows that those are mine” he thought to himself.finally an older lady forced her way into the seat. his eyes opened sharply when she banged his electric cello. they made eye contact. he glared, she glared. it was a duel. “that cellos worth more than your…” he thought, she was thinking all kinds of horrible thoughts towards him. energy in the train was very bad.

2 hours later the door opened and he skipped out cellos in hand.

the journey was difficult but well worth the trip. the songs have amassed several layers of cellos, guitar and drum overdubs and the jet is slowly gaining momentum on the launchpad.

bzzz.

topu
skidmorefountain.com

knitting factory
february 9th
10pm