Peekaboo(m)!

The streets of New York are teeming with packs of what I call the "Boom-Booms" - macho dudes driving around in a never-ending man vs. man/nature/society/other idiot quest, windows down and stereos advertising the latest Dr. Little Bow Wow Wow Rappy Doo Dogg for all those unfortunate to be within their blaring epicenters. These earth-bound roving sonic-booms usually come and go, never staying much longer than a stop at a red light, and with a few angry blasts of the horn (to hurry up their distantly-related, silent slower brethren) they're on their way laying waste to other neighborhoods and I'm able to get on with my life.

Well, earlier on today, I had my share of the Boom-Booms, when one particular offender seemed to stick around much longer than usual -it must have been more than three red-lights I figured. I was sitting on my couch (pseudo-couch) reading and I tried to wait this one out, but it just kept going on. So, of course, I made great haste in using my (amply) inherited skills in busy-bodying and made my way to the window. No cars. Hmm. I realized the sounds weren't those of bassy death rattles, but those of a higher-pitched, wailing female alternative singer and her band - Siouxsie Sioux and the Banshees!

I had to get a closer inspection of this endangered species and followed its siren-call out of my apartment. Soon, I was standing outside a cacophony of "Peeeeee - Peekaboo! Peeeeee - Peekaboo!" I determined it was coming from a third-story window of a brownstone down the street. A kitty was firmly-pressed against the screen, trying to escape through means of osmosis, I guessed. I agreed Siouxsie was screeching a little loud, however, it was just so nice to hear her in an overcrowded soundscape of Boom-Booms that I had to forgive her and I stayed and listened awhile.