A boa constrictor "asleep" on in the vestibule? "No one would ring the doorbell." Yeah, no way! :-) What do you do with a dead boa's body when you no longer have a use for it?
This is the story of an old woman - old at the story's telling, anyway - who finds a frozen boa constrictor in Boston. We hear only her voice telling of the find and the ensuing (very minor) events. There is also some piano music, which, though it occasionally verges on distracting, mostly sets just the right tone for this gently absurd little tale.
The editor in me wants it slightly shorter, the music pulled back a notch. The listener in me likes it just fine as is.
This is a story that tells us nothing about progess in Iraq, the ideology of the next pope, nor even about a fascinating new trend in reptilian-human relations. And bully for that.
It reminds me of the sonic IDs used to great effect on Jay Allison's Cape and Islands stations. In a better public radio universe, I could be surprised by this at any time of the day. From such weft, do we weave the fabric of our community.
The First Person's (was that Polly?) voice is wonderfully different: hmm, maybe and aged Scarlet O'hara tripping on impersonating Mike Myers doing Keith Richards, whilst drinking Mint Julips on the dirty old banks of the river Charles Burns.
Well, actually not that strange or is it.
Her voice will stay with me for quite some time. I loved the first person presentation...
Comments for Polly's Boa
Produced by Jackson Braider
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Hans Anderson
Posted on June 08, 2009 at 11:38 PM | Permalink
Not a welcome mat!
A boa constrictor "asleep" on in the vestibule? "No one would ring the doorbell." Yeah, no way! :-) What do you do with a dead boa's body when you no longer have a use for it?
Definitely an odd tale, in a good way.
Allan Coukell
Posted on April 27, 2005 at 07:40 AM | Permalink
New in Frozen Snakes
This is the story of an old woman - old at the story's telling, anyway - who finds a frozen boa constrictor in Boston. We hear only her voice telling of the find and the ensuing (very minor) events. There is also some piano music, which, though it occasionally verges on distracting, mostly sets just the right tone for this gently absurd little tale.
The editor in me wants it slightly shorter, the music pulled back a notch. The listener in me likes it just fine as is.
This is a story that tells us nothing about progess in Iraq, the ideology of the next pope, nor even about a fascinating new trend in reptilian-human relations. And bully for that.
It reminds me of the sonic IDs used to great effect on Jay Allison's Cape and Islands stations. In a better public radio universe, I could be surprised by this at any time of the day. From such weft, do we weave the fabric of our community.
paul cheevers
Posted on September 01, 2004 at 10:00 AM | Permalink
Review of Polly's Boa
Strange life all around and in our midst.
The First Person's (was that Polly?) voice is wonderfully different: hmm, maybe and aged Scarlet O'hara tripping on impersonating Mike Myers doing Keith Richards, whilst drinking Mint Julips on the dirty old banks of the river Charles Burns.
Well, actually not that strange or is it.
Her voice will stay with me for quite some time. I loved the first person presentation...