An amazingly powerful piece, alto, and quite a surprising change of direction from part one.
I’m a few years older than you. While you were in Jamaica that year, I was busy with my very first surge of youthful sexual activity. I’m amazed to this day that I never seroconverted. Sheer, blind chance.
My own anthem is Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. I don’t know why it reminds me of the beauty and pathos of those years, but it does.
Sometimes when I listen to it, I smile to remember joyful youth. Sometimes I shed tears.
Do you know what strikes me most about your piece? Randy died alone. Nobody knew until his decomposing body alerted the neighbors.
He had outlived his address book.