I woke up early the day of the show, I don’t know why. Maybe because sitting up and washing my hair and brushing my teeth were a relief after I’d spent most of the night in anxious half-sleep, turning over to find my eyes open to the watery orange square on the wall where the [...]
After Bart dropped Ziggy off, he turned the car toward Cambridge. We parked behind the McDonalds, but crossed the street to the Middle East where greater quantities of food could be had, cheaper, if you didn’t mind rude waitresses and a lot of spillover noise from the club room in the back. He wanted to [...]
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 [...]
I spent most of the next two weeks in and around Nomad’s rehearsal studio, getting reacquainted with the music, learning their set up, and getting to know the guys all over again. Years had passed since I’d last seen any of them, so I wasn’t sure what to expect when I saw them again, or [...]
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