It’s 1979 and the grown-ups are out of control. They are getting divorced and either going to law school or Studio 54. They are in therapy; they are smoking pot, taking lovers, coming out and finding themselves. My parents are married, but my mother buys Donna Summer’s Bad Girls and uses my Stagelight blue roses nail [...]
My friend Flip didn’t read, he told me, because he was all about music. Slick, shiny, high-gloss music. Nothing got him more excited than discussing “production values.” He’d play dance remixes for me and practically conduct them as some new version of an awful song stomped and restomped its way through a cathedral-like reverb chamber [...]
He always said, “Hello, “I’m so glad to see you? How are you?” even when he no longer knew our names. Starting in the last year, he didn’t care for answers. He cherished his long career as an impresario in the world of music, selecting and programming concerts for major institutions in New York City. After [...]
