Op een Engelse site schreef ik er het volgende over (Aug. 2008)
The text below is an artistic version of the story "Visiting one of my hometowns after 36 years Dordrecht, Netherlands".
A few months later, after my writing, I gave it a new title;"Gimme Shelter".
It is now august 2008 and these days a Dutch popgroup is recording a song called "Black bird" and they told me that it is inspired by my story "Gimme Shelter"(Dordrecht). I once talked with them and they did read my story. Every initiative came from them, except of course my own written story.
The artistic version is made by a member of the music group, to use it for their new album. The album will be released in sept 2008. Next month.
The story will be told without music, but interrupted by music. That's completely their very own wish.
a short story inspired by "Gimme Shelter" (alfredo)
By Mark Courage
Only few parts of the walls were covered with different kinds of wallpaper. A long time had already gone by, before the boy took this room on the attic, his hiding place. Emptiness had driven him to seek comfort in painting words on the flaking walls: "Wherever your treasure is, there will be your heart".
This message he had given himself, to forget his loneliness, to neglect his homesickness, to deny his precious but misfortunate past.
Outside, on a small branch, a black bird spoke and sang of true beauty, waking the boy every morning with its songs and sermons.
While months went by, the boy obsessively attempted to seek forgiveness for his destructive tendency.
The room functioned as a cocoon, giving the boy just enough air and sunlight to breathe, to grow into a person... a man
music - intermezzo by Dutch popgroup
In his flight, the man threw off the cocoons shell, leaving behind the bird and the boy, in search for his treasure. He wandered around restlessly, living his life between sunset and sunrise.
As his body desired more and more of the filthy substances he poured down his veins, his mind became a sewer, filled with mud, dirt and rats, crawling and littering around in his head.
The small black bird took care of the naked boy, who was lying on the floor, gasping for breath. He could only move his eyes and the bird fed him, like a mother bird feeding her youngsters, keeping his soul alive.
One night, years after the cocoon had burst, the black bird flew restlessly through the attic. The boy opened his eyes and experienced an unusual sensation inside.
The birds panic frightened him, but at the same time he felt a comforting shiver down his spine.
He discovered he could move again, and gently he got up.
Slowly he floated to the window, and there, outside, the man broke down on his knees, crying.
When the boy opened the window, the man looked up, and their eyes met. Im Glad youve not forgotten me the boy said, and he jumped out of the window.
As the rain started to fall heavily, the man left the house, the street, the town, with a black bird on his shoulder, and the boy, his treasure in his arms."
End Quote and song.