Claqué

Go see squires tapdance in DC on the 25th. A tapdancer came to audition for this the other day and I was bowled over: I hadn’t seen a proper dancer since I was playing in a pit and there was this hirsute lead in fishnets who made quite a deep impression. When I drink cubatas I think I’m Fred Astaire, and bouncers and girlfriends think I’m mentally ill.

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