I meet Jörn before his performance
He paces the hallway and then motions for me to follow him. So I do
“Is this a coat closet?” I ask him
“Nobody’s using it right now,” he says but smiles like a vampire who’s hungry for blood, “don’t worry, I’m not going to ravish you here....”
only he does not keep that promise
So, Eliot was right, but it was a public rehearsal—which I have never seen before.... a somewhat informal performance and a bird’s eye view of professional musicians
and so then.... it occurs to me as I watch him from the balcony that.... I am ascending to hell but I am looking down from the balcony
If Nigel was Beatrice then Jörn is Virgil; my guide through Hell
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