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Two chairs are placed at the end of a workshop to face a wood burning stove. Between them a small table supporting a pair of drink glasses and a bluetooth speaker. Music and conversation lubricate the imagination while the sparse electric lighting struggles against the dark yet still illuminates the evening ahead.
Outside the snow dances on the wind and settles against the door as if waiting to get in. An ice cube longing to be heard momentarily rises above the music with an unexpected pop as shadows dance on the floor. Was it the pop of the cube, the sound of wind or the slow decay of soon forgotten memories? Perhaps we’ll never know. But, much like a smoldering ember may sputter and return to flame, an idea crosses from the dark recesses of oblivion into the conscious realm and a voice is heard to say “Let’s move to the studio…I have an idea.”
This my friends is Rubble Betty.
And one may ask:
Do they deep fry and boil a rutabaga and mustard sandwich?
No! Who would do that? (Boil first then fry….perhaps, hard to say really. Being more of a mayo person it’s hard to answer this question without more details about the bread.)
Do they walk to the frog pond to pick flowers and ruminate of their youth?
They could, but they do not.
Does the party of the first part need to be partly wheelbarrowed home by the party of the second part from the party?
Yes! But that part of our story for the most part shall remain unspoken.
Remember kids, this is Rubble Betty.
Nothing more.
Outside the snow dances on the wind and settles against the door as if waiting to get in. An ice cube longing to be heard momentarily rises above the music with an unexpected pop as shadows dance on the floor. Was it the pop of the cube, the sound of wind or the slow decay of soon forgotten memories? Perhaps we’ll never know. But, much like a smoldering ember may sputter and return to flame, an idea crosses from the dark recesses of oblivion into the conscious realm and a voice is heard to say “Let’s move to the studio…I have an idea.”
This my friends is Rubble Betty.
And one may ask:
Do they deep fry and boil a rutabaga and mustard sandwich?
No! Who would do that? (Boil first then fry….perhaps, hard to say really. Being more of a mayo person it’s hard to answer this question without more details about the bread.)
Do they walk to the frog pond to pick flowers and ruminate of their youth?
They could, but they do not.
Does the party of the first part need to be partly wheelbarrowed home by the party of the second part from the party?
Yes! But that part of our story for the most part shall remain unspoken.
Remember kids, this is Rubble Betty.
Nothing more.