Archive for August 15, 2009
When I Was Young And Full OF Grace
Chris and I are jammed into a stifling-hot yellow cab locked in gridlock somewhere on Nineth Avenue. Worse, I’m locked in gridlock with my usual pre-show jitters. “I’ve never felt less prepared,” I told him. “There’s too much going on, too many variables. We barely rehearsed, for God’s sake.” “You always say that,” he says.…
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