In an attempt to begin bringing us together under these difficult days, some of our long-time members have shared with us about their experiences dealing with Covid, Lockdown, Boredom, Creativity, Bubbles, etc. We intend to post a column a week on Mondays, so be on the lookout! Based on approval from the LL Committee; for guidelines and submission, please contact Julie Zipperer at firstname.lastname@example.org
Shh…they might hear me. I mean, I’m sure they are listening to everything that goes on here. It’s amazing how they were able to duplicate our house to the letter of perfection. The house, the neighborhood, all of it. It goes to show you what an advanced civilization can do. Truly amazing. Right now, all I care about is getting someone on planet earth to see or hear this message. Without that we are all doomed.
I don’t remember the exact moment we were abducted. It must have happened while we were sleeping. Judy and I are normal people after all and why they chose to abduct us is beyond me but here we are in some secluded prison that looks and feels just like our house but it isn’t. Want proof? These creatures walk around outside and they must have such strange mouths and noses that they cover them so we can’t see them. They’re all over the place – in the streets, the parks, everywhere. They won’t come near us. I think there’s some sort of toxic force field that separates us. As soon as we get close to one of them, they back away until they are six feet from us. Strange creatures.
It’s a good thing that they provided a guitar or two in our isolation area. At least I can still write songs and try to act normal.
Friends? I still have them. We meet all the time on the aliens’ screens. Something they call Zoom. At least I think they are my friends. They look like them, act like them, but like I said, these creatures are gifted at illusions. So, I sing my songs, write some new ones and these folks on the Zoom thing act like they are listening. Then they sing their songs to me and I have to tell you, these aliens are an incredible race. How they have been able to duplicate the moods and flavors of earth music is a feat of scientific marvel. I’m sure they are clones. Here’s an example. The alien who calls himself Zipper sang and played a song that was an exact duplication of the old song “Makin’ Whoopee” from an earth movie it must have seen on their long-range satellite receivers. Perfect! It’s mind boggling how they do it. Then another “female” alien named Tracer sang a song that was written on earth by Jesse Winchester. I swear, this alien looked and sang just like my friend Tracy Newman. They must have been studying us for years.
So at least we’ve got music. The alien guitars work real good but it just isn’t the same as being back on earth. This world we’re in looks like it, but it’s different.
If there is anyone out there who gets this transmission, please let us know if anyone is working on getting us home to mother earth. I miss it. Judy misses it.
Art and Judy Podell