There’s a moment after meeting an artist I admire when I mentally slap myself. Palm smacking my imagined forehead, I fixate: I said THAT? Why? Why did I use those words? Did I communicate anything? What was I thinking?
Undoubtedly, the best part of these packed days has been listening to the cast of Jagged Little Pill through the walls. This afternoon, I finally saw the show. It is fantastic.
But this is not a review.
This is not about the show.
This is about five minutes that happened afterwards.
But...to get to those five minutes...