Prosthetic Paradise(2) Enfetishment&MS (fwd)

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Paul Mackin wrote: Having one's dead ancestors lurking about strikes me as
quite terrifying. Doug M. wrote: They never really went away, did they?
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A few years back I went to see Henry Kaiser and David Lindley playing with
musicians from Madagascar at McCabes Guitar Shoppe in Santa Monica. One of
the players was a 90 year old codger who played a pennywhistle and whose
picture appears on the Madagascarian paper money. Kaiser introduced him by
saying that the music he played on his little flute was designed to evoke
the spirits of the ancestors. Then then, he appeared at the back of the room
and proceeded to jig up the center aisle pennywhistling in the dark like a
madman, and sure enough there was the spirit of my paternal grandmother
dancing just as furiously right behind him, swirling her flowered mid-calf
cotton dress with her hands and clicking those open-toed black pumps like a
pedotelegraph operator from the great beyond. Wasn't a bit terrifying, and
her wink in my general direction was all I needed to know.