Scotland - Full Moon 51 - 12/11/00
Boards of Canada
In A Beautiful Place Out In The Country
Saturday morning. At once upon a time it used to mean cartoons from the break of dawn
until American Bandstand, and only one thing could keep us from them. Theophulus' pigeons.
Theophulus was The Janitor at my elementary school. He used to drive an old light blue
pick-up. And in the back were birdcages, made from scrap wood and chicken wire. Rickety things
and filled with pigeons on a saturday morning. Homing pigeons.
Four neighborhood Sting-Ray's leaning against the backdrop of the diamond, handlebars poking
through the holes and us on the top of the bleachers facing the parking lot and dreaming up
stories. Mostly behindenemylinescovertoperations kinds of stories. Only the 60's and kids
already watching too much T.V. But this wasn't Land of the Lost. Or Super Friends. Not even
The Banana Splits were this exciting...
Secret messages clasped to their scrawny and itching to fly legs, he would hold each bird in
both hands and close to his body. Looking down, he'd whisper some more instructions, kiss the
top of their heads, and then chestpass them into the schoolyard air. Eyes glued to their
clandestine flight until we could see them no more.
Listening to Boards of Canada is like those early mornings. The quiet. The chill. The lazy
weekend rhythm. Like their last record, they even use some playground noises. Children playing.
The vinyl is even light blue. Like Theophulus' truck. And the crisp flapping air of homing
pigeons coming home.
Copyright © 2000 Alice Kenner