Posted tagged ‘Mad Composers’

The Music of Eric Sean

February 6, 2010

 

It was at the impoverished East End Hotel that I heard the music of Eric Sean. The hotel was for low lives, tramps, the unemployed and the dispossessed. The lunatic fringe were denizens too, none more so than the trumpet playing Eric Sean.

Hard times had struck me and the East End Hotel was all I could afford when I dropped out of university. My esoteric studies had proved too “Tigerbriteish” for the alchemic Professors. My beliefs that animals existed in the clouds was a mystic cumulus too far. So I descended from the clouds into the hellfire of humanity that was the filthy dregs of the East End Hotel.

The proprietor, a huge beast of a man named Sully, took my copper and gave me a room. I wasn’t expecting the riot act but he did have a few house rules. My room was next to the shifty little mute guy, the musician Eric Sean. Sully told me he had a pet snake and it liked to dance to the music of Eric Sean while Sean played in his room and the snake kept guard at the main door. This seemed improbable to me as snakes are deaf –paradoxically Sean was dumb- and it wouldn’t hear the sounds through a shuttered door. Sully threatened me with physical violence.

“My snake loves that guy so don’t give him any grief.”

The first night was bad. Eric Sean slept all day and didn’t acknowledge any one in the hotel except Sully. Being dumb I could understand his silence, I just didn’t see the need to build a Castle around himself and a passing nod would not have gone amiss. Obviously all he had was his trumpet and he blew it like no one had blown a trumpet before. He practised his trumpet at night and the sounds were the most unmelodic piece of tripe this side of the Dubliners. He played the same note time and again and then honked out a fugue that was as rude as anything Bernard Manning could have blurted. Eric Sean was the worst musician on Earth or any other astral plane. (more…)

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