and tubes, cutlery, assorted hardware. Ishmael liked sorting through cast-ofls, leftovers after yard sales that he would pick up in a Pinto. Not that he intended to save waste. The entire universe might be waste. The universe could save itself.
'You give this away?' de Gier asked. 'Suppose somebody needs something?'
'Come and get it,' Ishmael said. 'Step right up.'
'Art,' Grijpstra said, admiring more Pintos. 'This is Art.'
Not really, Ishmael said. Just something to do inside on rainy days. Or outside, weather permitting.
Kathy Two, woofing, asked Grijpstra to carry her up a flight of narrow steps, too steep for her to manage. The cannery's second floor displayed bookend owls, of stone and other materials, ugly and moody looking, and models of flying dinosaurs suspended from ceilings-some were skeletons that glowed in the dark, some had leathery wings.
'Uselessly wise,' Ishmael said. 'Beautifully extinct.'
There was also an obstacle course that Kathy Two used for performing tricks: leaping through hoops, sitting on a swing pushed by Ishmael, jumping across bars, finishing up by sitting patiently on a stool, both paws up, looking expectant. 'Good Kathy Two,' everyone said. There was applause. The dog smiled shyly.
'She's learnin',' Flash said.
'Kathy One was rude,' Bad George said, 'never even gave you the time of the day.'
'Not so easy,' Ishmael said. 'Living on food stamps in a burned-out trailer, keeping a drunk bum of a husband, having Flash for a son.'
'She had excuses,' Flash agreed, 'but never good enough. I told her she'd have to come back as a dog. There she is.' He kissed the dog.
Kathy Two snarled.
'I'll be a dog next time I have to come back,' Beth told Aki. 'You can say you've been there but you don't live long and you sleep most of it.'
The music room was part of the third floor, with arrangements from the thirties. Ishmael pulled out picture books to show Art Deco sources. The music room's waint coting was dappled maple out ofa lumberyard fire sale. The higher part of the walls was lizard leather, peeled off a shipment of waterlogged ladies' shoes. Tulip-shaped lamp shades were glued together from colored stained-glass shards.
'You just run into this?' Grijpstra asked.
'It just runs into me,' Ishmael said.
'What if you lost the collection?' Grijpstra asked.
Ishmael thought that might be nice too.
Musical instruments were everywhere, centered by a set of drums that Grijpstra arranged around himself, a valve trombone that Beth could play, a saxello, three sets oftablas, a doussn' gouni, and a lyricon that Bad George tried but couldn't do all that much with, a dented and dirty trumpet that de Gier picked up, pods of various sizes, a gourd guitar that Flash put down because ofbroken strings, Ishmael's own upright piano. They couldn't play yet because Flash and Bad George still wandered about, trying things out. A melodica? No. An acoustic bass? Bad George claimed the bass. He found Flash a tuba.
'Good,' Grijpstra said, stirring soup with brushes on the snare drum, sideswiping a ride cymbal, setting up an up-tempo groove for everyone else. He worked the crash-cymbal too. ''Bemsha Swing'?' The bass drum thumped. De Gier blew the trumpet. 'Beh.'
The beh didn't go anywhere, not even when Bad George matched it on bass. Grijpstra never left the groove, singing Theloniouss tune to help things along. Bad George caught on, walked the changes, supported the groove. Ish-mael came in too. He had heard 'Bemsha Swing' on de Gier*s sound equipment, had tried it before, repeated the theme now, in high note clusters on the upright piano. Flash's tuba put in a hoot that hit it right, encouraging Beth to come in on trombone. Aki sang. Lorraine rang some cowbells.
The ensemble was off then, without de Gier. De Gier shook debris out of his trumpet-a previous player's solid saliva (it was a wonder he didn't get sick), a rats nest-risking bubonic plague just for a little music; what he wouldn't do for others, he said later.
Waiting for de Gier to front on his horn, the ensemble produced waves of rhythm, held steady by Grijpstra on brushed cymbals and snare drum. Trombone and voice harmonized, structured by Bad George on the bass. Flash, barely breathing into the tuba, helped shape the duet. Ishmael trilled more piano notes.
De Gier kept trying. 'Beh.'
'Tuh TAH! the trumpet sang finally. They all had it then. Lorraine too, shaking the theme on a tambourine.
After 'Bemsha Swing' came 'Endless Blues,' de Gier's own composition. The trumpet cried some. Aki's voice cried too. Grijpstra rolled his toms ecstatically, for he was back in the dory, facing Nellie, and Hokusai waves. He played the waves on cymbals. Bad George sounded Mr. Bear's slow footsteps on the bass. Aki sang the loon's chuckle. Coyotes wailed again on the trumpet but there were also the lava beaches of Hawaii's Kona Coast, mostly in duets oftrombone and voice, with long subdued notes to indicate sunsets, volcanos glowing at night, sun-shot froth on cresting waves. Little intricacies on piano and dry ticking against the side of Grijpstra's snare drum supplied contrasts between scenes, also discipline to contain melodrama. A solo by Bad George on the bass, which he brushed gently with an almost hairless bow, impressed Kathy Two so much that she rolled over to display a pink belly, before jumping up to bark sharply. There were car engines growling outside, cutting out when Billy Boy's voice shouted commands. Then there was Hairy Harry's posse stamping up the cannery's stairs.
Chapter 21
Being instructed not to shun force while exercising a warrant to search the cannery for illegal warehousing of controlled substances, the posse smashed most of Ishmaers collection ofWhat. There was also some prodding with nightsticks and name-calling in gruff voices. 'Tongue and Groovers' referred to Beth and Aki, 'Short Retards' covered the skippers, 'Aliens in the Mist,' 'Hippy-Yippy,' and 'New-Born Nihilist' took care of the others.
Most of Ishmaers arrangements were no longer intact after half a dozen deputies, flown in from remote corners of the Twilight Zone, in storm-trooper boots and Boy Scout hats, ran out of breath.
Nothing much found, nothing much left.
The posse departed as it had come. All-terrain vehicles roared and drove off with squealing tires.
There were no wounded, only bruised: Beth on the buttock, Bad George on the shoulder.
'Oh dear, oh dear,' Grijpstra sympathized, surveying what was left of a flying dinosaur's twenty-foot leathery wingspan, kicking broken owls aside, keeping Kathy Two away from smashed jars.
De Gier held up a bear mask, found under rubble the marauding deputies had thrown out of windows. He checked the mask's labels. One said REFUSE IMPORTS; the Other, MADE IN CHINA.
Aki put it on. 'Can I have this, Ishmael?'
'Sure,' Ishmael said. He mentioned his 'joyful destruction theory.' 'Dinosaurs had it good for millions of years. Then the thing got old and they were happy to leave.' He spread his arms. 'We can't have too much destruction.'
Beth agreed. The collection ofWhat had indeed gotten old. She had noticed cobwebs.
'Haven't been looking at this stuff much lately,' Ish-mael said, shoving remnants aside. Ishmael's living quarters and guest rooms, carefully arranged showcases of furniture from the forties and the fifties, complete with period books, drapes, carpets, and appliances, had been smashed and ripped by the diligent deputies, then kicked into corners.
De Gier invited all homeless persons to sleep in the pagoda.
Lorraine paddled home to Bar Island holding de Gel's pen-size but ultra-strong flashlight in her teeth. She didn't really want to as-Beth pointed out-there might be associations, but she didn't want to leave her kayak either and she was night-blind. Beth and Aki drove back to Jameson. Grijpstra and Ishmael rowed dinghies from the Point to Squid Island. Ishmael took de Gier and Bad George, talking about the challenge of space. For once he'd clean up the cannery and have a bonfire in the yard. He'd have four stories of space, to fill at will. Ishmael felt excited. He developed his theory of pre-creation, which had to do with serenity, from which creation would start herself up
