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Svengali from Philly who brought Cyndi Lauper "instant" fame (after years

and years of dues paying on her own and with Blue Angel, her group.) He

had this new artist, Sophie B. Hawkins, and was wondering if I would be

available if they needed me, to do her 1st album. I guess I was out on the

road , but when it was done (without me), they sent me a CD, and I

wondered what this kinda homely girl was doin posing naked on her cover

and wearing suits and shit. As murky as the album came out, and I knew

that it was very deliberate murk, as Cherthoff; works and works and

WORKs his projects, it had "Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover", which at the

time sounded like refried Laura Nyro to me, but which I have since grown

to really dig. So that was that.

Anyway, I guess I was destined to serve Sophie B. Hawkins; my seven

years of training as Accompanist to Ingenues at Sarah Lawrence College

musta been another part of the same karma. So now her 2nd CD is out, new

management, and a radio hit. Her 5 man band, which has been lopped down

to just acoustic guitar and piano, are leaving and there are bookings. So I

came in to SIR; rehearsal studios (used to work there, after McDonald's,

before National Lampoon Road Shows)...high on sweet coffee. and I charmed

and was charmed. Me n Adam Falcon, this really cool freeSpirit who plays

acoustic with Roberta Flack, etc, became her new band. She had really

skinny feet, and a scent of Prep to her, but was much prettier in person

than I had expected, after that 1st CD cover way back when. And she loved

my playing. And THAT's sexy.

Adam and I had to drive up to Hartford to see her open for Michael

Bolton, whom, remind me to tell you the story about, so that we could dig

where the live act was coming from. Man. All I remember is her crawling

around the stage alot like Jim Morrison, but after the show, on the way out

of her dressing room, I found myself in one of those crazy spaces created

by an accident of modern arena architecture, absolutely alone with her and

invisible to the world. I felt this wave of sexual potential flow over me,

(no doubt emanating from her cellular yoni,) and put my arms around her to

kiss her angelic childlike beauty. As she moved towards me, doll that she

is, I baled and kissed her on the cheek. "I havenít soul kissed another

woman since I've been married," (11 years and counting(the days)), I hemmed, and

that's one of the things I'll always regret in a wistful sort of way.

When we actually did the gigs, things were considerably less romantic.

But for now, let's leave Sophie B. in a warm glow of what could have been.