walk with jimmy

"Sorry, Jimmy."

One day after that performance, Linde got out of the car suddenly and ran after his brother to apologize.

"Ah? Why?" James looked at him inexplicably.

"Everything." Linde whispered.

"You took the wrong medicine?"

James reacted subconsciously: "Or hit the head?"

Then, Linde got angry.

"Enough is enough for you!" he said exasperatedly. "If you are a polite kid, when your big brother apologizes to you, the thing you do is accept it immediately and say 'OK, it's okay'. Instead of being like Asking why why why why, like an idiot, why the hell!"

"But I only asked why once, not three times, and I don't even know why you apologized, so why accept it? Be polite? You listen to what you say, are you polite to me?"

James argued aggrievedly: "And you don't look like you're apologizing like this?"

Linde was silent and began to sulk.

But this matter is strange, and I don't know who he is angry with.

James, who has such an awkward and unlucky brother, can only change his stance with difficulty, waiting patiently for him to speak again.

But he sincerely hoped that this process would be faster, because he got out of the car and ran out to find a place to pee, not to have a spiritual communication with his brother.

In the end, Linde said with some difficulty: "As a brother, I may not be conscientious enough, and I may not care enough for you, Jimmy. I really didn't know you were dyslexic. In fact, in fact, I always mistook you There is a problem with IQ..."

"It's okay, I don't know myself." James reassured casually.

But at the next moment, he jumped up suddenly: "What, what disease do you say I have? Am I sick? I am sick? How can I be sick?"

"You don't know?" Linde was shocked.

"Should I know? No one told me?" James' expression was helpless and pitiful for a moment: "God, what do you think is not terminally ill? Am I really sick? I didn't feel it? I was still alive yesterday. He ran a dozen laps on the stage without panting!"

The two brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Linde had no choice but to start from the beginning: "Don't worry, it's not a terminal illness. Actually, it was your sissy teammate, yes, the guy named Lance Winfield told me. We had a fight that day, and I was so angry that I said, no People can deceive you because of your IQ problem (James: ...). But he refuted me and said that you are actually a genius (James doubts: Impossible, he has always scolded me for making sticks), and there is no IQ problem at all. Then, I said, you couldn’t even recognize the 26 letters (James: Fuck, are you my brother? Talk about my black history in front of others). He said, it’s just dyslexia. Having problems in this aspect does not mean that there are problems in other aspects, at least in music, you may be a genius. Then, I asked him what is dyslexia..."

James is really unable to complain about the 'my brother has a problem with IQ' in this passage.

He just asked the question he was most concerned about in a daze: "Then what is dyslexia?"

"He said that the brain's processing of vision and hearing is not in place. Cough, you know, I can't understand things that are too theoretical. But brother, we have to focus on one important point. This important point is that dyslexia is not a problem with IQ. The boy Lance also said that there are many celebrities who have this problem, such as Da Vinci. If that's the case..."

Linde paused, his tone became complicated and proud: "Jimmy, you don't have an IQ problem, you might be a fucking genius."

"... Oh." James didn't know what to say at all.

After being an idiot for nearly twenty years, now I realize that I might be a genius?Is there anything more dramatic in the world than this?

"Hey, is there only one 'oh'?" Compared to his younger brother's calmness, Linde became agitated again.

He chased his younger brother dissatisfied: "You know you are a genius now, brother! Say something quickly? Are you not happy?"

But James thought for a while: "I can't hold it anymore, can I go pee first?"

A basin of cold water!Linde wanted to smash this unlucky brother again.

"Why are you staring at me? I got out of the car just to pee! It was you who caught up and kept talking, saying, I'm about to pee my pants."

"Okay, okay, go pee... Hey, wait, I'll go too."

So the two brothers stood side by side under the root of the tree to release water.

It wasn't until this time that James belatedly asked, "Am I really a fucking genius?"

"Yes, great genius."

Linde has lost interest and replied lazily.

"Great!" James finally excited.

He directly turned to the side and suggested, "Dude, let's celebrate with a cross."

Linde glanced at him speechlessly, then turned his body indulgently: "Okay."

The two streams of water crossed, completely washing away the mentally handicapped shadow.

James finally blew a whistle in a comfortable body and mind: So I am a genius.

Linde looked sideways at him, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Maybe it's because it's been too long.

When the two brothers returned to the car, they received the comfort of 'drink more water for constipation' which seemed to be caring but was actually gloating.

They both returned their middle fingers at the same time, but anyway...

Amid the noise, Linde started the car again and drove forward.

Only this time, James couldn't help but sneak a look at Lance.

The black-haired and blue-eyed guitarist quietly leaned against the car window, closed his eyes and meditated, his beautiful face seemed to glow in the sun.

James was puzzled and wanted to ask him: "When I couldn't recognize the words, everyone thought it was because I didn't study hard and had IQ problems, but why, why did you only find out that I was dyslexic? Woolen cloth?"

In the end, he asked nothing.

Because he knew that with Lance's conceited character, the answers he could give were nothing more than "I'm smarter than others" or "Others can't see that they are stupid".But what he did for this 'smart' behind the scenes, he never told others.

"It's fine as it is now."

James smirked innocently and happily: "My best brother and my best friend are all by my side."

After that, the tour continued.

Tours in this era are actually very common, but they are usually divided into two types: those that make money and those that don’t.

The former are generally well-known bands, backed by advertisers and record companies, and countless hungry fans waving banknotes, crying and begging them to perform;

The latter are some unknown small bands with nothing. In order to expand their own influence and attract the attention of record companies, they specially lose money and yell and run around spontaneously.

Everyone wants to be the first.

But in fact it's all the second kind.

The second kind of life is not easy at all.

Think about it, six men sit in the same car every day, facing each other day and night.

(Lance couldn't help laughing at himself when he recalled it later: what kind of fucking perverted configuration is this!)

At the beginning, when everyone was talking and chatting, the topics were still novel and interesting. They could talk nonsense, brag, tell colorful jokes, and even have a chorus together to enhance understanding and promote unity.

But after about a week of this going on...

Everyone is thoroughly familiar, to what extent?Probably because they have gone to the toilet hand in hand too many times, and they even know the shape of each other's peeing parts like bananas or peppers.As a result, those novel and interesting feelings receded like a tide in an instant, just like the seven-year itch of married life, looking at each other and hating each other, the same tiredness hit my heart, and I didn't bother to say another word.

What's more, their touring life is also very tiring.

Long-distance travel is often exhausting physically and mentally, but at the same time, it is exhausting to please the audience with high spirits on the stage... plus some troubles, large and small, that are constantly cumbersome.For example, the guitar was playing, but the strings were broken; the singing was singing, but the power went out; the sound was not good, and the performance was like shit;

One of the most frequently encountered problems, and being late.

In the era when there was no GPS, it was common to be late when the road conditions were bad or you got lost halfway.

If you are lucky, being late for less than 10 minutes can still be controlled, and you can continue to perform on stage for a while as compensation;

But sometimes, when they are half an hour or even an hour late, they can only perform for 3 minutes on stage, which is the time for a song.

At this time, I still want to get the cheers and applause from the audience, usually dreaming faster.

On the contrary, the audience who have waited so long and haven't seen a wonderful performance will definitely curse the street and throw all kinds of sundries at them to protest and express their dissatisfaction.

The band could only leave in embarrassment, without getting a pound of performance fee.

But this kind of spontaneous tour was not intended to make money, so everyone's attitude towards it is quite calm.

It's just that the more money is used, the less it is, and the corresponding accommodation conditions have also plummeted.

In order to save money, they stopped staying in hotels (Lance later recalled: What kind of hotel can allow six men to live in one room? I went to open a room a few times, and the big lady at the front desk looked at me all the time! So why don't you just stay. What? Book two rooms? Are you kidding me? I still have money left over for guitars and amps).Later, they borrowed and lived in the warehouse of other people's (usually well-meaning fans) houses, sleeping in the middle of a pile of dusty and messy clutter, and it felt like they were collectively thrown into the garbage dump...

Miraculously, no one raised any objections during such a arduous journey.

Even Lance, who has always been picky, never said a word of discouragement like 'let's go back'.

But in fact, as early as about a month into the trip, James couldn't stand it.

At the beginning, he didn't know how to restrain himself properly and do what he could do. He always tried his best every time. On the stage, he ran around with a lot of movements, which was equivalent to running several kilometers every day. So, it didn't take long for him to tire himself out .But when he looked at Lance, who was obviously hypocritical but still insisting, he couldn't say that, and thought to himself: "Am I going to be the first one to run away? No way!"

Therefore, James continued to persevere, and silently hoped that someone would make a sound of 'the tour is over'.

But unfortunately, no one has said.

It wasn't until much later that he learned a certain mysterious truth...

That is - everyone thought the same as him at the time!

Lance: [Be patient, Jimmy coughed that day, he must want to give up, and then I will give it a go. ]

Baldwin: [Lance has talked less recently, maybe he wants to give up.When he mentioned it, I pretended to nod reluctantly. ]

Theo: [I really want to give up!I really want to give up!Let's wait for Jimmy to talk first, he has been coughing all night. ]

Davis: [Too tired!too tired!Are the people in this band all iron men?If you are so tired, go back first. ]

Linde: [Damn it!Do you work so hard on music?Forget it, I can't hold Jimmy back, Shinobu! ]

Every morning, everyone would greet each other warmly, show their warm side as teammates, and at the same time, wait with anticipation and encouragement for someone to stand up bravely and say 'let's stop touring, let's go home'.Then, everyone can logically express 'Since you said so, then I have no choice but to...', happily give up and go home;

But at night, everyone can only lie down in any rough place, disappointed, lonely and tired, with displeasure, incomprehension, complaints and hatred for their teammates written all over their faces, and they fall asleep with tears and grievances in their eyes .Because, [No one ever said to give up, and I must not be the first coward to give up, but I will continue to be so tired in the future, my God!I want to go home, I want my mother, I want to take a hot bath, I want to sleep in a big bed, I want to drink tea...]

It's not easy for everyone.

Very sad.

They insisted on continuing to tour all the way, heading in the direction of London.

But no one has ever discovered the unspeakable secret.

It wasn't until many years later that the fans discovered from their occasional memories: [These guys are not the inspirational idols promoted by the media at all!What really supported them all the way was never the endless pursuit of music, let alone the unparalleled love for rock music, but... the useless, boring and pitiful self-esteem of men. ]

The author has something to say: [Note] There have been geniuses with dyslexia, but not all dyslexics are geniuses.In the article, Linde believes that dyslexia is a genius, which is completely uneducated and influenced by the halo of his younger brother.For this disease, you can Baidu on your own, it is physiological, not psychological.To give a simple example, the sentence Thisishardtoread will become: Thisishardtoread, or itTssidrahtoeard in the eyes of dyslexic patients, so they cannot read and write.In the early days when information was not developed and circulated, people in some small places did not know about the disease, which would cause misunderstandings. Now that the information is developed, there are specialized treatment institutions. Once the teacher finds a similar situation, he will correct it in time, and many of them can be alleviated. symptoms and healed.

There is an award-winning Indian film for this disease. It is very good. If you are interested, you can watch "Stars on Earth".