29 APR 025
Ricordata, Hollywood

Dear Lou,

July 1st, 2019, Le Poisson Rouge, New York City. After your brilliant concert, I gave you my little book of poems, BARB CONCERTO, hardly read by anyone. By the time you sat for autographs, my camera was dead. I had been filming the cornerstone of a peculiar situation, cultivated over more than a decade. As you were singing, unknowingly, playing an implausible yet structural role, aligning reality for the poetic dissection of my soul. Marking our uncanny intersection, the cosmic clock struck the globe.. with a solar eclipse!