You told me it was your favorite Billie Holiday song. I was already hooked but silently swooned. Mine’s been You’ve Changed since the waitress I worked with at the Waldorf Astoria told me it was…
Block chords before block chordsafter block chords, I could write aboutthe way the infrastructurecarries the light inside itself,carries ithands on its hips, half-hidden polyphony.I could write about Scarlatti dueling Handel.Scarlatti by himself, reachingsubstituting…