“He wrote it on his lap right in front of me while sitting on the floor, smiling and smirking and pretending to write a song every time I asked him what he was doing that last morning I spent with him. Then he walked me to the corner and flagged me a cab for the greyhound station. He gave me this card and put a few hundred bucks in my hand for my 7 day bus journey. He had just received his first bit of record advance money and we were beyond broke so it felt like a huge amount of money. I thought I’d be back to play guitar in his band within a few months. I never saw him again.”- Indio Saravanja
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