Nick Adrian
Perfect From Far Away
The young musician stood out on his parents’ front porch. He took a carton of cigarettes out of his pants pocket and searched for his lighter. He found it in the pocket of his flannel shirt and proceeded to light his cigarette. He inhaled as he stared at the countryside that faced the house. He exhaled, although it was more of a sigh, and turned around to look through the kitchen window. He watched as his mother sternly scolded his father. His little brother was nowhere to be seen and was most likely upstairs in his bedroom. The musician was staying home for a couple of days. He had just finished a small tour around New England playing different bars and clubs but had no money to show for it. His father was strictly against his career choice, insisting that he invest his time in a profession that was more stable such as a doctor or a lawyer. “Folk songs?” his father would say. “You’ll never get anywhere singing folk songs.” But the musician was getting somewhere. Though he wasn’t even making enough money to live on his own, he was becoming a popular name in Greenwich Village. He was hailed as the best of his contemporaries and many were surprised that he hadn’t landed a record deal yet. Folk music was popular in New York, but hadn’t quite taken the country by storm. The young musician knew that it was coming, though. His greatest hero had an album due in May titled “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan”. He had a feeling that after this album would become popular, record companies would be searching for more folk talent. H was determined to be their first choice.