By April it got warm enough that I started convincing Bart to come out and busk with me, to relieve some of the itch to play and boredom. But he was afraid to bring any of his good basses outside, so he bought a set of bongos and beat on them sometimes, and he had [...]
It was a long, dull winter in Boston. Bart and Michelle moved into a nice one bedroom in Allston, right on the T line, while I got myself a cheap studio sublet in the Fenway from a Berklee student who was abroad until September. Michelle worked at Tower and got me a job there as [...]
I arrived at the Copa at 1:30 and sat there staring at strangers for a half an hour, Brown students talking Derrida and Freud, some Rimconners discussing their recital, a few townie kids trying to be artsy, some part of me thinking that Bart wasn’t going to show. But he walked in the door at [...]
By noon I had worked my way over to Bart’s house and knocked on the door. After a few minutes his roommate whose name I could never remember opened it. “Bart here?” I realized then that I didn’t see his car. “Nah, he took off for Boston with Michelle.” Like it was the most natural [...]
I made myself some lunch when I woke up again at one, and started looking through the phone book. It took me a few phone calls, but I eventually talked to a lawyer about changing my name. She told me that it was a much simpler legal procedure to give myself an additional name than [...]
Roger hung his head, bumping it against the mic stand and muttering to himself, his short hair shining golden under the track lights of the studio. He couldn’t hear me swearing on the other side of the soundproof glass. I punched a button on the console and backed up the tape for what seemed like [...]
After the show, Bart’s face had the glow I’d hoped to see. “What did you think?” I asked as we headed back to the hotel suite where the party was beginning. He thought for a second and then said, “I think I was right about you all along.” I didn’t ask what he meant by [...]
In the morning I got through to Bart and asked him if he wanted to see a show at the Orpheum. “Why, who’s playing?” “Duh, I am.” He showed up at the hotel the morning of the show. He’d cut his hair again, so short in places that it almost looked straight. My own head [...]
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