![]() ![]() I throw away all my Stevie Ray Vaughan records and go to see Marie play. I find a letter on the stairs addressed to a Mr I Raymond. ![]() I can't think of another one, but it looks better as a list. Laura has told her that I had an affair when she was pregnant and had an abortion. "You are a complete bastard," she yells, before slamming down the phone. Marie LaSalle opens with a sublime cover version of Boney M's "Brown Girl in the Ring" and I start crying and Marie comes up to me after the gig and we talk for a bit and then I go home and write down her set list. This is the first I've heard of a bloke called Ian but I think that Liz doesn't know that I've never heard of him so I decide to tell her that I'm about to go out to a gig. "I'm sure it won't work out with her and Ian." I go home to make a list of the top five lists I have ever made and as I walk in the door the phone rings. "Did you include 'I'm a sad twat'? Now, how about we see this cool American country and western singer, who once recorded with someone who knew Nanci Griffith, play in the pub later?" I think about telling him about Laura but then I think we don't really have that kind of relationship so I reply: "I made a list of all the anagrams you could make out of 'Solomon Burke is God'." I can tell she knows that I'm thinking that I know what she's thinking so I just go inside and rearrange my record collection so that the covers follow the colours of the spectrum.īarry is already at the shop by the time I arrive. ![]() "I'm not sure I know what I'm doing, Rob," she says. ![]()
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