The Night Of The Accordion Murders. Vol​.​2

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Released in 2015.
Produced, recorded and mixed by me.

PART TWO

Two weeks later…
June 4th, 1979
2:11pm

“Unnh uh…hell no…” said Nelson’s mother.

She’d stopped cold at the threshold.
The keychain dangled in the lock. Room 500.
The apartment door was open, the smell of new paint wafting out into the hallway where the three of them stood.
Mrs. Walters and Nelson—just a step behind Nelson’s mother—exchanged a look.

Nelson’s mother didn’t move; she just stood there.

“Mama?” said Nelson to his mother’s back.

On a radio, behind a door down the hall, Bob Seger was trying to convince someone that they had tonight.

“Hey, Mama? What’s goin’ on?” Nelson said.

He reached out for his mother’s shoulder.

“My Jesus…” Nelson’s mother said.

She shifted her cane to her left hand and raised her right palm toward the ceiling. A truck rumbled by out on the street.

“Jesus, my Lord…” she said.

Nelson’s mother dropped her hand down to her side and spun around to face them. Her eyes were a serious business. She jerked her thumb at the apartment door.

“I ain’t livin’ in THERE. Oh, HELL no! Not in THAT room. Not in THAT mess,” Nelson’s mother said.
Hobbling on her cane and muttering, she elbowed past them toward the elevator.

“There’s a pesky little fellow’s still in there…” she said, pushing the button for the ground floor.

“Moving room to room, slipping through wood and floating through walls, seeing all there is to see. And believe you, me, there’s a world to see. I see you. Whenever I please. I watch you in your mirror. I see you. Everything. I see you when you’re sleeping and all that bit. In the shower. I’m there. I’m there when you get up to the Devil’s business too—front row center, watching all the action, pretty pretty. Fly on the wall. Invisible man. A gas, ladies and germs…it’s a gas…”

The recently deceased Tawno Biggs couldn’t have been happier with his current arrangement. He zipped merrily up and down the halls, through the rooms, all day, all night.
His most favorite place in the building though was room 507, that redhead’s room on the top floor near his old one.
He entered when he pleased and stayed as long as he liked. Watching.
He watched a lot.
He watched the redhead eat and watch tv. He watched her dress and undress. He liked that. He watched.
Watching was just fine…for now.
Sure, a bit later he’d begin to Desire. To Wish. And to Want. Want Her. More Her. Want More Her. And then, well, then the whole thing would go completely sideways.
But that was still down the road apiece.

The next morning he flitted to the ground floor and watched the redhead talk to the old hag landlady.

Mrs. Walters leaned up against the frame of her apartment doorway, listening…listening to Miss Big Tits who was standing in the hallway outside Mrs. Walter’s room going on and on about something. Again.

“It’s just…the strangest thing, Mrs. Walters. I know it sounds silly, I guess. But lately I don’t feel…completely comfortable in the apartment.”

Oh boy, thought Mrs. Walters. Everything had to be JUST SO with Miss Big Tits, didn’t it? What was it with these big-titted women? They always wanted their big-titty way. And they always seemed to get it.

“You don’t say…” Mrs. Walters said with a definite lack of enthusiasm. She thought of the world’s smallest violin.

“It’s like…it’s like, like something’s crawling on my skin when I’m in that room, I can’t explain it.” She visibly shuddered.

“Wait. Whaddya mean, crawling on you? Like bugs? I just had the whole damn place fumigated a few months ago. You don’t hear anyone else complaining, do ya, Mi..Jennifer?” said Mrs. Walters.

She almost slipped there and called her Miss Big Tits.
Jennifer…Jennifer. Jennifer Douglas. Whatever you do, don’t call her Miss Big Tits…don’t call her Miss Big Tits…
Although really, who was this little tramp kidding? She paid the rent wiggling her ass for tips at some joint. Someone in the building said she even used some fakey name when she danced…Brenda? Gina? No! Ginger…Ginger BLISS!
Ginger Bliss? Puh-lease.
Miss Big Tits…that’s who you are, Jennifer, honey.

“No, not bugs. Nothing like that. It’s like…no matter how many showers I take, I always feel…unclean in that apartment.”

Mrs Walters squinted up her face like she was tasting grapefruit.

“Unclean? Hey, this building’s spic and span, hon. I see to it! Unclean? Well, heh, that just might have to be on you,” Mrs. Walters snorted.

Jennifer sighed. She had been nice. Courteous, polite. But that last snide comment was the end of that.

“I want to change apartments…”

And here it was.

“Change apartments, whu…? Come on, darlin’, use your noodle! You’re making way too much outta this,” said Mrs. Walters.

“No. No, I’m not. I think…I want…to change apartments. Definitely.”

Mrs. Walters blew air from her nostrils.
Ginger Bliss…you are trying my goddamn patience.

“Fine,” Mrs. Walters said, rolling her eyes. “But I only have the two open now since the ol’ colored gal ended up taking that one…” Mrs Walters pointed down the hall.

Jennifer looked over her shoulder into the darkness then back at Mrs. Walters.

“So all’s I got is…top floor, dead midget’s room…” Mrs. Walters said.

“Forget it.”

“…or 203. Smaller than the one you’re in now, rent’s the same…” Mrs. Walters said.

Jennifer seemed to be doing a math problem in her head. Then she nodded.

“When can I move in?”

Nelson’s mother sat on her bed, listening to them talking down the hall.
She could hear everything through the thin walls. Every word.
And listening, her blood began to race. Because she knew exactly what that redheaded white girl was talking about. The bugs? The dirty feeling? That was part of the something else. Part of the something that wasn’t right around here.

That little fella.

She’d felt (seen) him that first day she’d been brought to the building when the horrible landlady had handed her the key (500). When she touched it she got a small shock, and then that key started to tingle in her hand. It made the bones in her finger and thumb vibrate. And when she put it into the lock, that key got hot. So hot she almost dropped it.

She saw him in her mind, even before the door creaked opened.
And then the door WAS open. And there he was.
He was standing (floating?) right there: a little man in an old tuxedo, bald-headed, huge bulging eyes, crazy smile a mile wide. He was clapping his hands with joy. Then he faded away like dust in the sunlight. She saw him for just a moment, but that was enough. Enough for her to know to get the devil out of Dodge.

A few minutes later she was down the elevator and outside into the safe light of day. She sat on the wall with Nelson and he tried to comfort her; he was such a good boy.

“It’s okay, mama, don’t you worry now. I’m sorry about this. We’ll just find another place somewhere else,” Nelson said.

His mother stared up at the top of a tree in the front yard.

Nelson wasn’t sure exactly what had happened to his mother when that apartment door opened. She hadn’t volunteered an explanation, and he knew enough not to ask for one. All he knew was that whatever happened, it wasn’t good.
That look on her face when she’d mentioned a ‘pesky little fellow’…
That same look had been giving him the gooseflesh since he was four years old.

“We’ll just have to keep our eyes open, that’s all, and find you something else. Or…you know what? We’ll move you in with us. How would that be?” Nelson said.

He held her hands in his. They were cold despite the summer.

His mother felt things. And saw things. Things nobody else could feel, things nobody else could see, like she was tuned into a strange channel. Not always. Sometimes there’d be a normal spell where nothing happened. But then, something would. And even though he was used to it by now, it still scared him. And he still felt afraid for her. Nelson always counted his blessings that HE never felt or saw those things. That was a weight he was sure he couldn’t carry.

Nelson’s mother sat under the warm sun and closed her eyes. She leaned forward on her cane.

“Naw, naw. I ain’t going to put you and your family out, and that’s the end of that talk. Thank you, son,” Nelson’s mother said.

“You’re not putting no one o…” Nelson started.

“Enough…” she said, opening her eyes.
She stabbed the air with her finger for emphasis.

“I just had me a moment up there. Thought I saw something. But, no…just my old eyes joking me again…”

Nelson started to say something, stopped, and scratched his collarbone instead.

“This place’ll do. It’ll be just fine, son. Fine…” she said.

Nelson drummed his fingers on the wall. His mother took in a deep breath.

“But…one thing. I don’t like that room too good. It’s too…high up for me. If that old elevator should break down, God forbid, I know I can’t walk all them stairs! But, you ask that lady if she’s got something on a low floor and I’ll…I’ll take another look,” she said.

“Mom…” Nelson said.

“And that’s that.” she said, tapping her cane once on the cement.

Nelson side-eyed her and raised his brows. He shook his head. “Alright, mama,” he said.

He was defeated. And very, very curious about his mother’s sudden change of heart.

And he had every reason to be.

Because after she’d come down the elevator scared to death, she caught her breath and waited until her heart had stopped beating so fast. Then she came up with…quite a plan.


To be continued...

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released January 10, 2015

ALL SONGS C & P 2015 THON MUSIC (ASCAP). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Produced, engineered, and mixed by Jim Walker @ Studio 515. Portland, OR.

Mastered by Ryan Foster at Ryan Foster Mastering on December 9th, 2014.

Art by Jim Walker
Photos by Jim Walker

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Track Name: Peace and Quiet (Room 505)
PEACE & QUIET
How can I confess my sins when my wildest dreams condemn me?
How can I ever know when I’m guilty?
How do I know where I’ve been? A thousand miles of bad road.
It looks the same after a while.
Can you answer me?
I didn’t think so. Thank you, though.

There’s drums and thunder in my head.
Rolling in and out of these strange beds.
What she doesn’t know won’t hurt.
Everything is easier in silence.

So, I have two faces now.
One is laughing and the other one is laughing much harder.
Oh, just wait until tomorrow night.
I’ll be going out drinking and spending money like tomorrow is the end.
And it might be if someone opens up their mouth.

There’s a conversation in my head.
But, I can’t make out anything that’s being said.
Won’t you turn that old song down?
Everything is easier in silence.

Words get in the way when there’s nothing to say.
Couldn’t we have some peace & quiet for a change?

She says she’s so afraid.
She says there’s no one there to save her.
I’ll never be no one’s saint.
Just hit the ground and do yourself a favor.

Words get in the way when there’s nothing to say.
Couldn’t we have some peace & quiet for a change?
Track Name: Catatone (Room 102)
CATATONE
I don’t want to be catatone.
I don’t want my mom to think I’m catatone.
But I’m lying in bed with my eyes gone dead just like a drone.
I suppose it’s obvious I’m catatone.

They all said I’d be okay. Six weeks ago Saturday.
That’s when they brought me in to play with my head again.
I didn’t hear the doctor’s warning. They didn’t like the thoughts I’m thinking.
Clean white sheets and nurses. While my condition worsens.

Catatone.

I said “Sometimes I want to kill.”
So they gave me these little pink pills.
That stopped my head from reeling but not my heart from feeling.
It’s like an optical illusion. I’ve never felt so much confusion.
It’s more than any man can stand. Good God, I missed the bedpan.

Catatone.

My eyes won’t open no more I’m...
My muscles won’t move no more...
I need some air but I can’t get up no more I’m...
I don’t want these eyes on me. I’m floating away to somewhere.
Far away from the cold, locked doors. I am in complete control.
Now I guess I’m gone, gone, gone.

Catatone.
Track Name: Not Sure What It Is (Room 303)
NOT SURE WHAT IT IS
Little girl stands at my door.
Branches scratch the shadowed floor.
Something’s too big to ignore, but she’s not sure what it is.

Sweet voice whispers in her ear.
Tells her things she wants to hear.
Fills her up with some vague fear, but she’s not sure what it is.
She’s not sure what it is.

I’ll walk with you until the end.
Pretty words sound nice and then...
Something seems so wrong again. And you don’t know what it is.

But I wouldn’t do that to you.
I couldn’t lie if I wanted to.
All my truth is so easily seen through.
And I’m not sure why that is.
I’m not sure why that is...

Behind glass, I wear no frown.
Cowboy hat with birthday clown.
The same small kid that I let down. Now I’m not sure who he is...
I’m not sure who he is.
I’m not sure who he is.

I’ll walk with you until the end.
Pretty words sound nice and then...
You pay a price for every sin but you’re not sure what it is.
Not sure what it is.
Track Name: All This On Me (Room 409)
ALL THIS ON ME
Everything moves, I lean into curves.
I know it’s fire. The gasoline burns.
My chest in knots. Your voice in the trees.
I bought it all. I brought it all on me.

The tribes of hell are crawling on our bed.
Stoney silver wheels that put me on my head.
I got my wish, but nothing ever comes free.
I brought all this on me.

Fingers holding mine. Move through in the space.
You’re crushing me with a violent embrace.
Follow me around. Angels burn my heels.
I caught it all. I brought it all on me.

All this on me. I brought all this on me.
And I walk on these black roads inside a dead dream.
All this on me. I brought all this on me.
I brought all this on me.

The tribes of hell are crawling on our bed.
Stoney silver wheels that put me on my head.
I got my wish, but nothing ever comes free.
I brought all this on me.
I brought all this on me.

Everything moves...
Track Name: Be Quiet (Room 400)
BE QUIET
What’s that racket? All this commotion?
Can’t hear myself think. Please keep it down.

Listen to that would you? Driving me crazy.
It’s gonna be the death of me. Please knock it off.

I’ve got this engine in my head.
Sounds like something leaving me behind...

My attention wanders from the tasks at hand.
Before I know it. Night after night.

I’ve got this engine in my head.
Sounds like something leaving me behind...

Silence is the violence. Tears me down.
Silence is the violence. Tears me down.
Silence is the violence. Tears me down.
Silence is the violence. Tears me down.

I’m not a part of you. I’m nothing like you
Can’t fake it much longer. Feel myself explode.

I’ve got this engine in my head.
Sounds like something leaving me behind...
Sounds like something leaving me behind...
Sounds like something leaving me behind...