Despite all the coffee, J fell back to sleep after we cuddled for a while. Not sure if I wasn’t much of a cuddler or if it was that I was still antsy about all the things I was thinking about. Or if I just wasn’t used to it. I just hadn’t done much cuddling [...]
Late that night insomnia bit me in the ass and wouldn’t let go. I didn’t want to wake J, and I didn’t want him to think if I left–i.e. went for a walk or something–that I was freaking out over something he had said. Which led me to wonder, wait, am I freaking out over [...]
J and I had a long, slow meal at the Oyster House, and it didn’t even occur to me that oysters are supposedly an aphrodisiac. I was too busy talking about the upcoming tour, which J wanted to know all about, and dissecting the show we’d just seen.
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 [...]
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 [...]
She was at my door within minutes, her hair still wet from a shower with some flowery shampoo. “You okay?” she said, and I wished she hadn’t. “You seem really jittery.” “Anxiety is my normal state,” I said, which came out sounding serious rather than a joke. “Let’s go out somewhere, see some bands or [...]
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