She merely nodded and asked no questions when I left to meet Luis. Often he came by for me and delayed leaving to sit in the kitchen, drink coffee, and tell us both about Mexico, or to talk to Aunt Bertha about food. There were so many different kinds of peppers, he said. His mother had used some...
A recording studio was a magnet for those possibly on their way to stardom as it was for those simply following their men. Some of the followers fell in Fergus’s lap. They were around his cluttered office waiting, hoping, while some young man, isolated from his band in a small glassed-in room, wa...