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Let’s Dance

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 [...]

Welcome to the Machine

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 [...]

No Time Left for You

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 that.
Remo was struggling [...]

All the Young Dudes

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 had a full [...]

The Cure

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 something.”
She eyed [...]