intense. i was there. i can prove it. my ears are still throbbing, i was armed with a walkman and one token back to brooklyn on the F train...

alone.

you should have been there with your stupid-ass grin and notebook. we could've gotten stoned and smashed and bathed in the sweat of 1000 dancing fools. we could've lost our glasses to doc martens, parked ourselves under the arch and watched the sun come up.

i was smitten by his facial hair. how he walked through the crowd to get up on stage. sporting a suit and tie and pure genius...

who will i steal away to see this time? who'll be driving the getaway car? who'll take my face in their hands and sing...

"since i found you, my life's a roll, go go go,
and it's amazing"
db