Friday, December 30, 2016
I was playing guitar with Mick Jagger and Keith Richards. We sat in a small circle, showing each other song ideas. I told them I wanted that double-guitar sound from “Black and Blue,” songs like “Hand of Fate” and “Hot Stuff.” I played a descending bass line idea. It sounded trite until I decided to resolve it early. I played it again and Keith seemed pleased. I felt happy and relieved.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Michael Schumacher was pitching for the Yankees in an important playoff game. At one point he lost his cool and threw the ball out to left field. It followed the trajectory of a normal pitch, angling slightly down until it hit the wall at knee level. The breach of decorum caused a furor in the stadium but it was amazing how he threw the ball.
Later, a friend—maybe Sean?—pinch-hit a go-ahead home run. I stepped out of the stands and congratulated him at home plate with a chest bump, like a teammate. Later he rejoined the crowd and hung out on a patch of grass with our group, still in his pinstripe pants.
Saturday, December 03, 2016
Thursday, December 01, 2016
People were gathering for C.W.’s wedding. He’d been out fishing, and now was back. A.H. told me she had played the lottery every day, and won it for $30 million once. It seemed weird that she’d never told me.
I was playing soccer against an Englishman. Just me and him on the entire field, kicking the ball back and forth from goal to goal. It kept going in the woods.
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