the rix mix

That was a strange summer, 1992. Much would change for the better by the following summer. I was working at Pearl Arts, mostly frame dept, very boring, & the book area I wanted to concentrate on was still neglected & wouldn't shape up for another year. I was hanging out a lot at the Broadway Central, a bar in South Amboy that had an odd Soho atmosphere because it was owned by a a pretty good artist. The place had no jukebox & the sound on the TV was rarely turned up, but the owner's taste in music was good, I'm not a bar type & I felt comfortable there nursing beers. There were decent bands on weekends.

The woman in "Balloon" came into Pearl for frames for a photography show, & it turned out we had mutual acquaintances. Later I learned they wouldn't have given her good character references. She had been a club dancer, nice body, without projecting much sensuality, maybe she could turn it on & off, & she was quite strange. I sensed she was probably bisexual. We had that one "date" at Seaside Heights. We didn't click. I made the mistake of loaning her two favorite records she found looking through my radio show bag in my car, appreciating her interest & thinking if she got into them we'd have something to talk about. Never saw those records again. She "forgot" them the few times we got together. Since I knew nothing was gonna happen between us, it annoyed me enough to drop by her house unannounced, she wasn't home, so I asked her crone of a mom to look for them, which was pointless. Maybe she played & enjoyed them, I hope so, but in'92 I wasn't of a mind to replace my records with CDs at ripoff prices. I think she kept them as souvenirs of me.

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