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This is getting emotional for me, chronicling the best live music shows I took in, in the last full year of them, 2019.
Say you love a great pastrami sandwich. Dipped twice, dip it good. I mean, really, really love it. One of your life’s most sublime pleasures and treasures. But for whatever reason, you swear them off. Cold turkey. (Because cold pastrami does not make it.)
After a while you’re OK, you’re over it, it seems. Out of sight, out of mind. But then you come across a detailed, sensual, graphic nearly pornographic description you wrote of the last time you dove slowly into a Johnnie’s pastrami, gazing, catching the aroma, squeezing gently, lovingly, then bite after savored bite.