afternoon to the sounds of Sigur Ros, throwing out bags of clothes, anticipating tomorrow and waiting for her kids to walk through the door, expecting nothing.
Carnegie Lane, single mother of four, idol to inanimate objects and almost author, was suddenly and unexpectedly, about to acquire a small fortune. And she did it all… by… herself.
Hey, whenever I fall at your feet
Won’t you let your tears rain down on me?
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain
The finger of blame has turned upon itself
And I’m more than willing to offer myself
Do you want my presence or need my help?
Who knows where that might lead?
I fall
“ Fall at Your Feet”
Written by Neil Fin
Crowded House - Woodface Album – 1991
8
Hours became days that slowly became a week. There was one more week to survive. One more week of secrets she had to keep from the miserable girls that dragged their feet behind them with every step. Carnegie had found her own distraction, in the attempt to write an outline for another book. It came a little harder than the first, although ultimately, she had an idea that she could spin into a good yarn, one she was sure would be well received.
She had kept up her emails with Katalie, back and forth, until eventually she had a suitable outline with a full synopsis of the idea to support it. Now, it was up to Kat to see what she could pull out of her magic hat. All Carnegie had to do was believe she could write it.
She was aware she hadn’t replied to Nate’s email. Instead she dissected every tune from the body of music he had offered so freely. Every song held a memory for her. He wanted her memories, he had asked her what it was that made her who she was. She was exploring exactly who that someone was since up until now, she had been too numb to even consider giving a clear and honest profile of herself.
She had changed somewhere along the road of her life and now, before she could sit comfortably in her own skin, she had to change back. Remove from her timeline the parts that didn’t make sense, yet still leave in the parts that she refused to let go of. The children being the classic example of her dilemma. In one week, this man who had offered her respite from the average, was going to play a concert, just to make her daughters feel better. The very least she could do was reply to his email.
-----Original Message-----
From: Carnegie Lane ([email protected])
To: Nate ([email protected])
Sent: Thurs, July 14, 2010 10:15 pm
Subject: RE: Good news and Better News just for you
Hi Nate,
Sorry for the late reply to your last email. I have been lost in a world of music from your selection, I love them all! And Yes.. I had most of them too by the way.
So you asked me what music I like? Wow, my tastes are huge and varied. A long time ago, I followed the punk rock scene and explored the underground and emerging music around the city, really liked a band called Rocks, very indie of me. I loved a band called Up’s and Downs, they formed in Brisbane before moving to Sydney, and I made a point to follow them to every gig they did, along with another band called The Church. They later went on to have a few hits that made the charts. They did well. Another band I followed, called The Moffs, they were awesome, oh and never forget The Headstones! Another great band. I still have their 7” vinyl somewhere. So many memories. I have always had a passion for live and original. I fell in love with a band called Australian Crawl, in fact I think I wanted to marry the lead singer at one stage. Dragon, they were so good live. Oh… and I was in a film clip once for The Angels at the Maroubra Seals Club, I think the song was called the Nature of the Beast. They filmed it at their concert, I was so impressed. This list of blissful live original music from the 80’s that I tracked religiously could go on for hours, so we will leave it at this, I’m sure you can still find some of their stuff on YouTube. It has
Carnegie Lane, single mother of four, idol to inanimate objects and almost author, was suddenly and unexpectedly, about to acquire a small fortune. And she did it all… by… herself.
Hey, whenever I fall at your feet
Won’t you let your tears rain down on me?
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain
The finger of blame has turned upon itself
And I’m more than willing to offer myself
Do you want my presence or need my help?
Who knows where that might lead?
I fall
“ Fall at Your Feet”
Written by Neil Fin
Crowded House - Woodface Album – 1991
8
Hours became days that slowly became a week. There was one more week to survive. One more week of secrets she had to keep from the miserable girls that dragged their feet behind them with every step. Carnegie had found her own distraction, in the attempt to write an outline for another book. It came a little harder than the first, although ultimately, she had an idea that she could spin into a good yarn, one she was sure would be well received.
She had kept up her emails with Katalie, back and forth, until eventually she had a suitable outline with a full synopsis of the idea to support it. Now, it was up to Kat to see what she could pull out of her magic hat. All Carnegie had to do was believe she could write it.
She was aware she hadn’t replied to Nate’s email. Instead she dissected every tune from the body of music he had offered so freely. Every song held a memory for her. He wanted her memories, he had asked her what it was that made her who she was. She was exploring exactly who that someone was since up until now, she had been too numb to even consider giving a clear and honest profile of herself.
She had changed somewhere along the road of her life and now, before she could sit comfortably in her own skin, she had to change back. Remove from her timeline the parts that didn’t make sense, yet still leave in the parts that she refused to let go of. The children being the classic example of her dilemma. In one week, this man who had offered her respite from the average, was going to play a concert, just to make her daughters feel better. The very least she could do was reply to his email.
-----Original Message-----
From: Carnegie Lane ([email protected])
To: Nate ([email protected])
Sent: Thurs, July 14, 2010 10:15 pm
Subject: RE: Good news and Better News just for you
Hi Nate,
Sorry for the late reply to your last email. I have been lost in a world of music from your selection, I love them all! And Yes.. I had most of them too by the way.
So you asked me what music I like? Wow, my tastes are huge and varied. A long time ago, I followed the punk rock scene and explored the underground and emerging music around the city, really liked a band called Rocks, very indie of me. I loved a band called Up’s and Downs, they formed in Brisbane before moving to Sydney, and I made a point to follow them to every gig they did, along with another band called The Church. They later went on to have a few hits that made the charts. They did well. Another band I followed, called The Moffs, they were awesome, oh and never forget The Headstones! Another great band. I still have their 7” vinyl somewhere. So many memories. I have always had a passion for live and original. I fell in love with a band called Australian Crawl, in fact I think I wanted to marry the lead singer at one stage. Dragon, they were so good live. Oh… and I was in a film clip once for The Angels at the Maroubra Seals Club, I think the song was called the Nature of the Beast. They filmed it at their concert, I was so impressed. This list of blissful live original music from the 80’s that I tracked religiously could go on for hours, so we will leave it at this, I’m sure you can still find some of their stuff on YouTube. It has
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