Maybe it's not surprising that the high-water mark of my musical career was left in a Chinese restaurant. (I'm a fan.) Either way, there it is. In a strip mall an hour or so outside Los Angeles. Overlooking a round, family-sized table that once sat Dennis, Catherine, Rael, Dan, Lou Barlow and me.
It was profoundly odd, fumbling with chopsticks in such prestigious company. But in came the lunch specials and away went the empty plates. And slowly as we all ate and talked, maybe a little of that oddness lifted, replaced by the unique sense of peace only a full belly can produce. And maybe I felt like there was no telling where being in a band could take me.
I kept that fortune for years.
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