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 […]