before_i_sleep raze charlotte and bill sang into opposite sides of a microphone that wasn't built for two. the pickup pattern should have made it a disaster. somehow it worked. she was celine dion to his andrea bocelli for a day. mike was just himself, playing piano while my fingers rode the faders. bill sat out on the robert frost poem someone set to music. anna chipped in these gorgeous wordless countermelodies. such sweet sighs. i could hit impossible notes of my own back then. "and miles to go before i sleep," i sang between the first and second takes. "you should join our choir," charlotte said. maybe she was right. but i've always felt most at home when i'm alone on a stage. 240721 what's it to you? who go blather from