Things were not fine. Things were far from fine. Ziggy had been taken to a different hospital, where the only person who had been allowed to see him was Digger, and that only after he’d produced some kind of power of attorney Ziggy had previously signed. It was not lost on me that maybe it […]
A hispanic-looking dude with a goatee was in my face. It seemed more likely to me that he was an EMT than an angel. Among other things, he had a flashlight and was lacking in wings. Okay, fine. I closed my eyes again. “Wait wait, hold on a second,” he said, as if it were […]
I’ve gone over that night in my mind hundreds of times. I’ve written songs about it. I have some moments burned into my memory so deeply I see them when I sleep. And I’m still trying to figure out if it was my fault. I’ll always wonder what I could have done differently. I will […]
I really wasn’t in my right mind when I got sucked into the conversation with Digger and Mills. But I did anyway. Mills was hanging around backstage, in the slightly larger room from the one we’d kept band-only. Like last night, the music industry people quotient was high here, too, which I expected. After all, […]
Okay. I’ve been talking about New York and talking about New York for what, thirty chapters or something? Yes, we were busy and had a lot to do there. Yes, a lot happened. But the real reason I’ve been going so slowly is I’ve been avoiding getting to this for as long as possible. And […]
Jonathan snuck out at some ridiculously early hour and I had no trouble going back to sleep after his murmured “see you tonight.” I slept until the wakeup call came at noon. At that point I was ravenously hungry. I dug through what was left of my clean clothes, figuring out what to save for […]
I have no idea how this whole thing with the charity show got started. My impression was that Mills had cooked up the idea because he was part of some cadre of entertainment industry bigwigs who were trying to save the rainforest. Pardon me for being jaded but I find it hard to believe most […]
They smuggled us back across the street in a laundry van this time. I kind of wished there was a way to smuggle myself from the service elevator to my room without having to pass the suite. I knew if I walked past there, I would go in, and if I went in, I would […]
I was the first one off the stage when we ended the regular set and I stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for the others. Ziggy came last and pretty much fell into my arms, limp and trembling with exhaustion. I hung onto him in the cacophony that was the crowd exhorting us […]
(Thanks to donations this week, here is a Saturday post!) Ziggy put my eyeliner on. He didn’t say anything, but it didn’t feel weird that he wasn’t saying anything. It felt nice to have him touch my face, like it usually did. His hands were only a little shaky. So were mine. Once the opening […]