Years ago, when I was in grad school – maybe soon after;
back when I was playing in a band a few nights per week and teaching scattered
courses at Rutgers and in community college for a living; back before I even
know how to tie a tie, my girlfriend (who I was pretty sure at the time I would one day ask to be my wife) asked me: “What do you love more? – me or music?”
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Do you know, I had a hard time answering that? What an
absolute fool I was. You know what I said? I said, “I can’t live without either
one of you.”
What an ass.
I know full well there are those who might think that guy I once
was amounts to a kind of Romantic type. I know this because the type has been lauded in movies for years: Amadeus, Titanic, etc. I know some might see my response as the artistic,
back-of-the-hand-to-the-forehead kind of thing that works well in a two hour screening. But,
it actually makes me ill, now, to think I said that to her.
