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2004-09-07
Laura Branigan
B. 7.3.57 Brewster, New York / D. 8.26.04 East Quogue, New York
Brain Aneurysm
I’m remembering 1982, when the platinum hits seemed so close, seemed like we’d all have one soon. There was this bright vastness into which possibilities plunged, trailing vapors. There was a sense that we went with them somehow, in pieces, and that we’d meet up with ourselves on the other side of obscurity. There was no rush.
The competition seemed negligible.
Consolation Site: Five octaves