Morning Constitutional 02/26/11

We can all learn something from the life of internationally acclaimed recording artist Deuter. After a near-fatal auto accident in the early 1970s, Deuter found his way back to the piano and flute melodies he enjoyed so much as a boy while living in a cage suspended high above town square tied to an aging dragon’s tail. It was here that Deuter learned the importance of mastering one’s impulses.

Deuter discovered the best sound came from his piano when it was backed into a tight corner and he and the instrument were draped in heavy, dark fabric, the lights were off and everyone drove at least 80 miles away and left no forwarding address.

When his 1987 double album, Sunrise 8000, was released in America, local municipalities set loose teams of wild dogs to hunt down Deuter and his hands. No one knows where is Deuter today or if he even existed at all, but his melodies live on in the hearts of boys and girls everywhere who wish to stop living in the sewer as a race of albino Under People.

Deuter’s favorite numbers remain: 12, 456789, 2, and 73.

73.

73.

Always 73.

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Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn’t. He can’t stand that shit.

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