Everyday last August I’d wake up, play Side A of Loudon Wainwright’s A Live One, and quietly watch 30 Chinese men practice martial arts on the overgrown basketball court outside of our apartment . The whole scene put me in a total trance. A princess friend of mine once called Loudon Waiwnright “Raffi for adults,” but I don’t buy that back handed compliment.
“Cyclones and typhoons and tornadoes too
Baby, they should name a hurricane after you”