Great live music, tiny little bar. We were by far the youngest people there, but it was so great.
I understood what it meant to make love to an instrument. The bass player was in love with his instrument... he caressed it and drew the sound out of it in a way that transcended merely "playing." This was a love affair.
One year ago today: I have been thrust headfirst back into the world of Joe. Or so it seems. I've got paint splattered all over me, I've got an envelope of receipts in my purse, and I spent the afternoon scouring Wal-Mart, looking for the industrial-sized vats of gold glitter.
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