Absinthe and ambulances.

A new person in my life lives in High

His personal
soundtracks have titles like “Drive,” “Absinthe Green,” and “Ambulance Stories
(Reprise).” He gave me several CD’s one evening, when we met for chocolate at
Max Brenner, where the waiters are close-shaven and soft-spoken and easily
spooked by too many customers. (However, the Chiapas – a frothy “choctail”
served in a margarita glass, made from white chocolate, creme de cassis and
vodka – is worth any number of shy

Listening to them has made me
think of my own soundtracks. It is akin to wanting to write after reading a good
novel. Having iTunes tempts me. More on this