Mister Chu

Two Stones in My Pocket

This is a good song.

There, a quiet blessing.

I came upon it many years ago, by accident entirely. Knowing nothing of the man who sings it, nor wishing to. This ignorance made it a pure secret somehow. I had not been sold it. It was not associated with anything or anyone (to me). No movie. No moment. No haircut. No sense of self.

Just a simple song. Acoustic in atmosphere if not precisely in execution. A girl’s voice coming in halfway through; something I have always been weak for.

A good song.

I have listened to it on the special headphones that work underwater. I have listened to it on buses. Different moments of the hour on many different days. Drunkenly and soberly. Reverently and wantonly.

Sometimes I imagined the singer as a man who wrote one song (this one) only. That he had said what he wanted to (and to me mainly), but now it transpires that he has at other times and in other guises been busy.

Part of me regrets this. How selfish, of course. In other ways I am happy for him, but I do not want to listen to anything else of his making. I have no real explanation for this. Nor does it at all matter.

If you haven’t had it before, take it now.