5/24/2023 0 Comments Drive by Kate StewartI grabbed the offered suds and damn near yelled at him to get the hell out the way before he moved, and I saw Reid was already sitting behind his battered set. Neil joined us at the table with fresh beers, obstructing my view. Paige sat down next to me as Rye took the stage and began running through chords on the guitar. “Hurry up,” I squeaked as I showed the doorman my ID and pushed past the bar crowd to take one of the last tables on the side of the stage. It was my second air.īut the night I saw Reid Crowne play, that balance shifted. If I went without it too long, I felt an addict’s itch. Music was my touchstone, my place of worship. When it came to the music that touched me, I was addicted to the drive of emotion it brought: anger, love, hate, greed, hunger, thirst, desperation, redemption, peace, and fantasy. There’s something about music that brings people together.
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