The phone rings at 4.30am, exploding any vaguely triumphant rock-star dreams about the previous night’s concert. It’s the hotel wake-up call, signaling a mad 15-minute dash to leave the hotel: I take a very hot shower to rouse myself into semi-consciousness; clothes are flung, crumpled into an already over-stuffed suitcase; piles of accumulated quarters, nickels [...]
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