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some guy covered this song in a pub the night i met up with a handful of high school friends. i was still trying to wrap my head around turning twenty. max said, "congratulations. you finally got the beard you always wanted. looks like you glued a bunch of pubes to your face." he always knew how to make a guy feel special. at least he shared my love of jaco pastorius. i couldn't get enough of "portrait of tracy". it was those harmonics, those little sparkling notes like dew wetting your face after a leaf came alive and shook itself in an imitation of what it saw dogs do when they were wet, forcing some strange beauty into the world that felt like it was just for you. i sat at a table with max and raewyn and paul and TJ drinking pints of keith's, and the guy on the stage strummed his acoustic guitar and sang, "let go your heart, let go your head," and i sang the high harmony that wasn't there, that needed to be there, sang it loud enough that everyone could hear, and raewyn turned to look at me with a smile that said so many things, but i wasn't sure what any of them were. and feel it now.
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