Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Tracy Chapman

I'm writing and listening to her. OMG. There are many memories I have associated with her, but perhaps the most significant is listening to "The Promise" when Adam and I saw her in Santa Cruz early in our relationship. I leaned against him and cried.

The first time was a beautiful venue: The Greek Theatre in Berkeley. A warm August night not unlike this one, just her and her guitar under the stars. The second time was The Catalyst, Santa Cruz's grimy funky grit, and this Guy.

This. Guy.

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