On an ordinary Tuesday night, a man sits alone in his office with an antique radio and a dial turning in the static. What comes through is not a voice. It's a smell, fried chicken and bacon fat and fresh homemade rolls, from a kitchen that no longer exists.
Then the static takes him somewhere he wasn't prepared to go.
Butchie Boy Blue is the story of a man who follows a signal through the dark and finds himself standing in a roller skating rink, invisible to everyone except a ten-year-old boy who can see him when nobody else can. A boy who knows things that he shouldn't know. A boy who has been waiting for him.
For everyone who has stood at a graveside and refused to believe that the person they loved had simply ceased. For everyone who has been stepping back from the edge of a memory because following it all the way meant accepting what following it meant.
Then the static takes him somewhere he wasn't prepared to go.
Butchie Boy Blue is the story of a man who follows a signal through the dark and finds himself standing in a roller skating rink, invisible to everyone except a ten-year-old boy who can see him when nobody else can. A boy who knows things that he shouldn't know. A boy who has been waiting for him.
For everyone who has stood at a graveside and refused to believe that the person they loved had simply ceased. For everyone who has been stepping back from the edge of a memory because following it all the way meant accepting what following it meant.