Along around April of 1980 I took a big breath, two suitcases, and a hot glue gun, which you should never be without, and walked out of the door and went to the airport to follow my heart to England, my heart at the time being in the possession of an extremely charming, nice, kind, polite, amusing, attractive, talented, and how can I put this, short, English composer I had met one sunny day in…
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