feedback raze i thought of you today while bruce was singing "born to run" through dust-covered pawn shop speakers. you with the wraparound sunglasses and the easy smile. you who i met just once, the night of the album release show i played with tara, who'd been bullied into a date she wasn't ready for by a snake who fancied himself a promoter. you talked to me in the parking lot, hours before the gig you weren't coming to. you told me to tell the sound guy you said hello. the force with which he spat the words "fuck her" when i relayed the message made me wonder what his deal was and what you were to each other before it went bad. i had enough on my plate already with a dynamic mic that squealed every time i played a note on my six-string banjo. so i kept my questions to myself. 241222 what's it to you? who go blather from