Superman And The Weekend

... in which I explain why the right music is. Everything.

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

- Superman, Stereophonics

The pilot announces that bad weather and a heavy aircraft are not essentially ideal flying conditions, and it is likely that the ride may be bumpy. Hah! Like it made any difference. The woman sitting to the right is sleeping, her head resting on your shoulder. Or did she pass out? Her breath smelled of one too many martinis and her hair smelled of something musky. It was tempting to stare down the cleavage of her hugging red top, but that would just spoil the moment. Heck. You did it anyway.

It's 'smooth'. Like they're not trying too hard. Like a good scotch sitting at the bottom of your glass mixing it with enough cubes of ice to keep you busy for a while. A nice strong bass makes itself found, like the lady in the red dress. It too has had too much to drink.

The ride has more ups than downs. You knew it was about time things got evened out. And it would be stupid if you didn't expect it because everything you did until the moment you boarded the flight was begging for a chance to get back at you. She could be talking in her sleep but the only voice you are listening to is the things the one was saying as you left her stranded and hanging while you did something and someone else.

He sounds like the Bee Gees after Octoberfest but it fits. With a lackadaisical drawl that reminds you of the time life was just about a half-full (empty?) bottle of stale beer and old peanuts. Interesting, just enough.

It seems unlikely that the flight will land safely. The roar of a deep blue thunder outside wakes her up. She looks at you with eyes that want to say more than can be told. Everyone has secrets... it's only the good ones we remember though. Windows look like they could smash in any moment; oxygen masks descend from the roof and you remember that play where the angels glide down from the sky and lift the slain ones. Or were they demons?

No. It's not going anywhere. It seems to want to leave or elevate, but somehow it's better this way. Spiralling downwards...

This is it. Neither you nor she have the masks on. You put your arm around her, the smell of her hair is soothing. The moments pass by as the Gods outside scream hate and hunger. They want you, and eventually, they'll have you. But till then, you'd rather listen to her speak.

Stream: Stereophonics - Superman