Bittersweet memories of Stevie playing in a club in Chicago. Fantastic. Laughing because he flung sweat on this big-eyed girl in the front and gave a 'sorry 'bout that' wink. She drove home 8 hrs in a daze. The same girl not believing when the gal in the dorm room across the hall came over to say "That guy you like, you know, died..or something..."

I'm gonna light myself a candle tonight and blast "Love Struck Baby" until the neighbors complain.

~Elle