“The key is to not worry so much about proper sequence or
the officially recognized framework,” I tried to explain.
“We know
that,” Schama laughed. He nodded as the
guitarist, a medium-sized paper sack of cleaning products with forgotten brand
names like Mr. Scourer and Expunge, played the opening chords to “Gore Vidal’s
Ignorance.”
“What key
is that?” I asked.
“The key of
Trower,” the guitarist answered. Only
his grim mustachios could be seen under the drooping eaves of his hat. I liked him immediately, and resolved to show
him up on the guitar at the first opportunity.
…
