Let All the Children Boogie
Radio was where we met. Our bodies first occupied the same space on a Friday afternoon, but our minds had already connected Thursday night. Coming up on twelve o’clock, awake when we shouldn’t be, both of us in our separate narrow beds, miles and miles apart, tuning in to Ms. Jackson’s Graveyard Shift, spirits linked up in the gruff cigarette-damaged sound of her voice. She’d played “The Passenger,” by Iggy Pop. I’d never heard it before, and it changed my life. Understand: there was no internet then. No way to look up the lyrics online. No way to snap my fingers and find the...
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