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Taryn Phillips-Quinn's avatar

I read this one earlier in the week and I keep thinking about it. So evocative of a time and place. An origin story. A story about boys and bands and the bonds forged in that deep way only adolescent boys can form them. I have friends now, musicians still, who picked up guitars and formed garage bands in their urban NJ neighborhoods and I just know they had those same feelings that you so poignantly described. It’s sad to think of the lost ties snd fractured relationships, but the memories remain. For sure, this one deserves a wider audience.

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John Federico's avatar

I really enjoyed this Serge. I was probably at that John Hiatt concert. My wife and I were dating then and I’d introduced her to John’s music, and we both liked (loved really) the openers - Don Dixon and Marti Jones - and we would take the commuter trains from NY to Philly. I’ve probably got a flyer or a ticket stub in a collage she made me. We spent those weekends seeing shows and visiting my family and seeing people we don’t see much anymore except weddings and funerals but the weddings are our kids’ weddings and the funerals are our parents’, except when they are our generations.

Sorry you and Dave aren’t getting on so well. I hope he puts whatever shits gone down to separate you aside this weekend to wish you a happy birthday. But if he doesn’t, well, happy birthday…keep working that recovery with Arle and your lovely kids. Be well. Treat yourself gently; there’s enough bastards to treat you rough without doing it yourself.

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