1988:
the year I experienced
high school dating. Or
having a girlfriend. A
somewhat
foreign but
fairly
fortuitous experi-
ment
that took me into
1989
and toward senior
prom. But, by then, the
experience
was pretty
much
over, which led
to going to prom with
a ‘friend’. Which was
not a date.
Once at the
party,
we went our sep-
arate
ways, and were
both totally fine with
that. But omigod it’s
okay if
I don’t write.
Isn’t
it okay if I can’t
write
about Doctor
Atomic? About
Peter
Sellars’
libretto
after
2 glasses
of
pinot
grigio
with
Claudia?
I’m not
sure
how
long I’ve
been
trying to
make
this record.
I don’t
even think
I’m
being paid for it.
What
can I do? It’s
a life. It’s happening.
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