He was the one teaching me delicate rhythms He was the one who taught me the crescendos and intermezzos No music could change America's forecast then.īut when Aaron coached me on flute, he calmed this confusing Even my parents cautiously skated on the thin ice
Of course those were the late 80's, and the whole world reeledįrom Reaganomics, bad pop icons like Robert Palmer and his red-lippedĭames, and the Challenger crashed down on us like hail peltingĬar hoods. I adored his strange pink olivey skin-always tan,Įven in bitter Midwest winters-and his black spikey hair. Mouthy one, but I was star-struck by Aaron, the brooder.
inspired by Joe Millar's Losers and WinnersĪaron and Anita, the first real twins I ever personally knew,ĭrum majored our ragged band in high school called.
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