That night on the bus back to Flushing, I asked Remo about stopping by Artie’s office. “I have the day off tomorrow, right?” We were sitting in the far back of the bus. I was in the very corner banquette, with the Ovation, making pleasant sounds with it but not really playing in any focused […]
No one in the bus said anything for the first several minutes. I mean, not a word. I’m not sure why. Maybe they were waiting for me to say something first.