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~ NAKED MUSIC : A Photographic Narrative in Progress ~
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NAKED MUSIC is…
a photo~novel I’m writing while
I model by day
and
dreamrock by night. You get to peek at it here,
bit by bit,
before it's published.
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First Limited Print Edition
HF Group Acme Binding Boston, MA
©LILY HERNE
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Author and Model Lily Herne
Photographer Hal York
You look at me as if I should know you~
I do.
I met you in a dream~
studying Angelology.
I watched my father squeeze steel shot out of his feet and legs every night. I was a little girl. He was the age that I am now.
He was shot at close range with a magnum load. The doctors could not count the number of pellets trapped inside his skin. There could have been three hundred fifty-six pellets in the shell.
It seemed to me there were endless BBs lodged between his bones, waiting to erupt in our den during Dallas. He watched the blonde to ease the pain.
I watched, rapt and horrified, as he kneaded them out of his hairy feet. Then he quit the sheriff’s department, picked up his neglected guitar, and became a priest.
I don’t remember much before that. His blood woke me out of my favorite dream, which I won’t recall until I die. I will replay it from the grave on my Rickenbacker, unplugged, more tubed and charged than any vintage amp.
Until then, you can find me here, making nepenthe from my nakedness.
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Money, it’s a crime. Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie.*
I dipped my razor into the pink pool, watched a paper thin line of blood rise to the surface of my outer lily. A bead of lavender water rolled over my knee onto the keypad. I brushed it away with a corner of my sarong. The music stopped.
Thanks, Lily. I see you’re calling from a phone in your profile. Main menu. To reach an extension, say or enter it now.
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It was the lubricating strip. I shouldn’t have trusted the cheap imitations. I pulled an old pack of Gillette Mach 3 blades from my kit. Even a used Mach 3 was better than faux lubrication. Superior Cartridge Geometry. THE BEST A MAN CAN GET.
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Sell me, sell you, the porpoise said. Dive down deep to save my head. You, I think you got the blues too.*
Thank you for calling AAviation. My name is Rich. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking today?
Lily Herne.
*Pink Floyd, Money, 1973.
*Heart, Barracuda, 1977.