Amazing,
soulful, moving, perfect Low show last night in Brooklyn with Jason and
Renee. After, we waited on the sidewalk until most everyone had gone
and they were turning out the lights. Alan came out carrying his amp and
I walked up and quietly spoke with him for a few moments to tell him
how much their music has meant to Summer and I and all of us. He fucking
hugged me. What a lovely man. God bless him and Mimi. Some music, that
was "our" music, is just too painful to listen to anymore. But I will
never stop going to Low shows. I know you were there, sweetheart. I
could feel you. And we spoke your name like prayer...
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